“You just didn’t know how,” she muses, stepping back from Xavier to focus on me. “Does it make you want to arrest me, Detective Foley?”
I swallow away the lump in my throat as she stands before me. “I already tried that once.”
She giggles. “And you failed.”
“How many times could I cage retribution?” I ask.
She tilts her head. “As many times as you think you need to try … to understand that it’s futile.”
I suck in a breath. “I understand now.”
“Do you?”
I understand.
I’m wholly in love with this woman who has destroyed my sense of righteousness.
Because she became righteousness herself.
“… I think I love you…” I mutter.
Her eyes flicker with bemusement as a deliciously evil smile slowly shapes her face. “I knew you would.”
Of course, she did.
After all, I wasn’t the one who chased first. It was her.
She stalked me and lured me into a trap from which there was no way back, and she knew every step of the way what she was doing to me.
And I let her.
Because I never had a chance at winning.
Not from a girl so twisted she could reshape the very fabric of my goddamn soul.
“Have you had your vengeance now? Are you happy?” I ask.
She nods. “But killing gets me so fucking riled up.”
Her finger slowly pushes down my bottom lip, drawing it down until my jaw is forcefully opened, and she sticks two fingers inside further and further until I gag. And even then, she doesn’t stop, not until she’s all the way down my throat and I have to fight with every ounce in my body not to push her back.
But those eyes.
God, those eyes are pulling my soul right out from underneath me.
Daring me …
Go on. Push me away. Show me you despise this. Take the chance. Run.
But I refuse. I refuse to ever give up on the one thing that’s gotten me possessed.
Her.
I need her.
I need her more than I need my career, my life, more than I need my soul.
CHAPTER 50
