Page 62 of White Noise

“And the best part?” His smile turns vicious. “You’re going to die knowing she was never fucking yours.”

His eyes find mine again, hungry and possessive enough to make another pulse of heat roll through me. “Almost there, aren’t you, little echo?” His voice drops lower. “Go on. Give it to me.”

That fucking does it.

I hit the peak, a violent, crashing wave of pleasure that rips through my pelvis. I scream, my body convulsing in a series of jagged spasms, my pussy milking the knife with desperate intensity.

In the exact second my orgasm peaks, the screen erupts.

Silas doesn’t hesitate. With a sudden, brutal motion, he shoves the jagged bottle neck deep into Void’s throat.

The sound is horrific—a wet, gurgling choke that cuts through my moan of pleasure.

Void’s eyes bulge, his hands flying up to his neck, blood spraying across the camera lens in a hot, crimson mist. He dies staring right at me, his last sight being my flushed, ruined face in the throes of a climax.

The feed cuts to black.

Silence crashes back into the room so suddenly that it feels wrong. I fold forward over the desk, shaking, trying to get my breathing under control while the dark monitor throws my own reflection back at me.

For a few seconds, nothing happens.

Then the screen flickers.

The camera comes back on.

Void is slumped in the chair, completely still.

Silas stands behind him.

Blood streaks one side of his face, the scar through his eye darker now, and the second he realizes I’m watching, his expression changes. His mouth curves slowly as he steps around the chair and comes closer to the webcam.

“There you are,” Silas says.

I don’t answer.

I can’t.

He keeps moving until his face nearly fills the screen, his eyes locked on mine through the camera.

“Aw. Did you really think that was it?”

My breath catches as Silas gives a quiet, humorless laugh.

“We’re not even fucking close to done, little echo.”

The static starts whispering through my speakers again, low enough that I feel it before I really hear it.

Silas leans closer.

“I’m coming back for you.”

I grip the edge of the desk as his smile gets darker.

“And this time, you better be fucking ready, because there won’t be a screen between us.”

My pulse kicks hard.

Silas studies my face for another second, clearly enjoying every bit of fear he finds there.