“On your knees, Lia. I won’t say it again.”
I push her to the floor, grab her hands, and secure them to the headboard with the handcuffs I found in the bedside table.
“Please,” she sobs. “Can you at least put clothes on me… if you’re going to kill me?”
I really don’t want to dress her. I’ve been dreaming of her naked body for years, and to finally be able to see it… I just want to keep her naked forever. My eyes rove hungrily on her red ass and the wet space between them. I can just catch a glimpse of her equally red, puffy breasts.
I wish I could stay here, watching her naked and tied,mine, for eternity.
But I’m furious, and I need a break from her. Some time to process the fucked up effects she’s having on me. There’s no fucking way I’m letting her stay naked while I’m away. I don’t think anyone has the key to this room apart from Everest, but I’m not risking it.
Pulling a dress from the bag, I tumble it over her head. She seems to take it as some sort of confirmation, and dissolves into loud, angry sobs.
These aren’t the kind of tears I like.
Well, I mean, I guess Iamkind of hard.
I sit heavily on the floor behind her, wishing I weren’t so affected by her crying. I press a hand to her back, and she gasps.Fuck. She’s shaking. I’ve never seen anyone so terrified.
“Shh, Lia. It’s okay.”
I pull her into my lap, causing her arms to grow taut. “It’s okay, Lia.”
“No, it’s not! You’re going to kill me! You said so!”
Did I?
“No need to cry about that, my little crybaby,” I soothe her, or at least try to.
She turns her tear-drenched face to me. “You’re a fucking monster, Logan, you know that? Just get it over with already! I can’t fucking take it! Andthisis making you hard? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“Shhh.” Okay, maybe I am a monster. In any case, I definitelyamhard. “I just like seeing you cry, Lia. That’s all.”
“Yeah, I think I got that! Asshole!”
But the next moment, she’s back to crying, only now, she nestles her head into my neck. I don’t even realize what I’m doing before my arms wrap around her, squeezing her to me.
“Shhh, Lia. It’s okay, baby.”
“I don’t want to die, Logan,” she sobs. “I’m sorry… I don’t want to… I’m not ready to… I know I deserve it… when are you going to kill me?”
“Hmm?”
“When are you going to kill me? Now?”
“Now?” I repeat, rubbing up and down her back. “Is that what you want?”
I truly am a sadistic asshole. But holding her like this, rubbing her back, comforting her… it’s dangerous. I can feel myself getting pulled under again, and I’d always told myself that the damage had stopped at twenty-seven broken bones.
There are a whole lot more bones in the body to break, though, and there’s just no fucking way I can go back to that place. But the only way I can resist her is by telling myself that maybe Icouldkill her.
Why not, after all? Haven’t I killed dozens of men and women without blinking an eye?
What’s so different about this woman? Other than the fact that she destroyed my life?
That’s just one more reason to do it.
I should have ended her life a long time ago. I could do it now—I know how to do it so it doesn’t hurt. Just wrap my hands around her neck… twist… she wouldn’t even know it had happened until it was done.
