“I know,” I say, pinching his cheeks so he’s forced to lean in as I pull him close. “But I don’t plan on going anywhere. No one will pin this bitch down.”
He chuckles, and I smother his insecurities with a demanding kiss that makes him groan impatiently.
“Fuck, I could get used to this,” he murmurs, kissing me back.
I lick the roof of his mouth. “Do not ever think of dying. No one is allowed to kill you except me.”
He moans against my mouth as he desperately wraps his tongue around mine, hands clasping my face. “That’d be the greatest honor, my goddess.”
Atreus
As I takeoff all the pins I’d put on my map and grab all the papers I’d gathered on the serial killer, a gust of wind filters through my office, sending some of them flying. I turn to grab some, only to find myself staring right into the eyes of the woman who has been haunting me since I first saw her in the woods.
She’s wearing the same bunny mask she wore when she first stalked me as she grabs some of the papers off the floor and looks through them.
“Interesting pictures you have here,” she mumbles, filing them all into a neat little stack after she’s done looking at each one of them like she’s proud of her achievements. “Obsessive, wouldn’t you say?”
I pick up some of the papers strewn about. “I think we’ve both seen how deep it can run.” My eyes land on the set of knives she’s got sticking out of her boot. “Still intend to kill me?”
She narrows her eyes as she steps closer and closer, her heelsclick-clackingon the floor of my office. “Depends. Do you enjoy the thought of a woman being your end?”
I shut the door and lock it, smirking as my hand dives into my pocket. “Murder was only the beginning.”
She stops only when she’s right in front of me. “I should kill you for putting me in jail.”
THWACK!
The knife lands right next to my face, splintering the wood.
“But that would be a waste of such a pretty goddamn face,” she adds, smiling like the crazy woman she is.
Her eyes lower toward the gun I have pressed into her side. “It would be a waste to put such a killer woman behind bars.”
She tilts her head.
I tilt mine.
She grabs my collar and slaps me so hard I feel dizzy, then slams her lips onto mine even harder, and we wrestle for control, kissing each other like our lives depend on it. My hand wraps around her neck as my tongue drives into her mouth, her lips curling around mine as I smash her against the wood.
Her knee shoves into my balls, and I groan out loud, only for her kiss to swallow me whole again. She grabs my shirt and thrusts her tongue down my throat, shoving my back against the wall so she can fondle me, and all it does is make me harder.
I should hate this woman.
I should.
She’s ripped away the only thing I ever cared about and replaced it with herself, and I don’t know how the fuck she did it.
But I’m smitten.
Absolutely fucking obsessed to the bone.
And I am done denying myself the pleasure of kissing her.
I grab her face and smash my lips back onto hers. She bites me, but the pain doesn’t faze me as I push us both back until we knock my desk.
Still, I keep kissing her.
I fumble to place the gun on the desk and shove it far away so I can grab her waist, set her down on my desk, and kiss her senseless.
