“Skye, wait.” I keep walking toward the door. “Please ….” he says desperately.
I come to a stop, and I close my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I open them up and turn around to face him. I bite my bottom lip nervously as I look at the small trail of blood that runs down his lip. My forehead hit him right in the mouth, and I split his lip.
He walks toward me, and I don’t move. He could be getting closer to take my bag, but maybe that’s what I want. Maybe I want him to fight me. To make me stay. I’m just fucked up. I could blame it on him, but I was fucked up before he ever came along. “Don’t go,” he says as he reaches me.
“Gonna make me stay?” I ask with an arch of my brow. Make me, Brecken. Show me I’m worth the fight.
“No,” he says, and my shoulders fall as my heart breaks. It physically hurts to the point it takes my breath away. “You were right,” he says.
“About?” I try to sound as if I don’t care, as if I couldn’t care less what he is about to say, but I do. Fuck, I care so much.
“I did like it when you were weak,” he admits shamelessly. “I liked that you needed me.” He places his hand on my face, and I lean into it. “And I can’t stand the thought of you being out there in the world without me,” he says, and my breath catches. “Don’t you see why I get so mad at you? Why I prefer you to depend on me rather than you being independent?” he asks.
“No,” I whisper.
His other hand comes up to my face, and he licks his lips wiping the blood off them. I hate that fighting him didn’t get me anywhere. I thought he would go caveman on me. Instead, he went the other way. He accepted that I didn’t want him. “Because I don’t wanna lose you, Skye.” My heart speeds up. “You make me crazy. I’m afraid, and you are fearless. I’m your knight, and you’re my demon. I want to protect you and all you do is run right into the fire.” He steps closer to me, placing his body up against mine, and I lean my head back to look up at him. Dark brown eyes that I’ve been lost in so many times before search my face. “I say you won’t survive without me, but the truth is I won’t survive without you.”
“Brecken …” I choke on his name as I drop my bag. I bring my hands up and wrap them around his forearms. I dig my nails into them.
“I love you, Skye.” I quit breathing. “I love you, baby.” He softly smiles down at me as if he is relieved to say those words. “I love how you make me crazy. I love how you need me. And I love how I need you. I’m begging you to stay. I’m begging you to give me another chance. I may be a sinner, but you, you are my savior, Skye. I have lived a life of nothing but deceit and evilness. But baby, even evil knows love when it finds it.” Tears sting my eyes as I look up at him. “So tell me, tell me what I can do to make you stay. Because if you walk out that door …” He shakes his head. “I won’t survive.”
Tears roll down my face, and my heart pounds in my chest. He loves me. He is begging me to stay. This is exactly what I wanted, to be his. For him to be mine. I bite my lip nervously as I breathe heavily. His eyes search mine as he waits for an answer. Patiently waiting for me to say what? I love you too? I’m not gonna leave? I feel the same way about you? Any of those answers will be the truth. But I find myself saying none of them. “Brecken—” I say softly.
“Yes, baby?” he says, interrupting me unable to let me finish. “What is it? Just tell me,” he says desperately.
Fresh tears roll down my face. “Nothing,” I say simply, and his face falls. I let go of his arms and lift my hands to his face. “Don’t change anything.” I smile through my tears, and he frowns confused about my happiness. “I fell in love with you. The real you.” A slow and sexy smile slides across his face. “Don’t change anything because this man who is in front of me is the one that I love …” He crushes his lips to mine, and he kisses me. I can taste the lingering of his blood from where I hit him with my head, and I know he can taste my tears. I moan as his tongue strokes mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and stand up on my tiptoes as I open my mouth wider for him. He deepens the kiss, reading my mind. When he pulls away, I sway on my feet. I know we’re both fucked up. We fight, we get physical, and then we have wild and crazy sex. But I love every bit of it. It’s all just one big high, and I don’t ever wanna come down.
“Does that mean that you’re not leaving me?” he asks, running his knuckle down my cheek and wiping away the tears in the process.
“Depends,” I say breathlessly.
“On what?” he asks as his hand pauses.
“On you.”
He shakes his head gently. “I don’t understand. I told you I love you. I want you to stay.”
I run my hands down his white button up shirt he changed into after our shower earlier. “How you plan to keep me here,” I say with a naughty smile on my face.
“I don’t …” he says sounding confused.
“Make me stay, Brecken,” I say helping him out. He looks down at me still looking confused. “Pretend I still wanna leave.” I push off his chest with my hands and take a step back from him. “I’m walking out the door.” I take another step. “Make. Me. Stay.” I say each word as I take steps back.
Realization hits him, and he smiles as he pulls his shoulders back. This man can rip another man to pieces, and although I don’t always understand what he does, he protects me. He has killed for me. And the sick, twisted part of me loves that.
“Skye, you’re not leaving!” he growls. I take another step back. I have about five more before I hit the door. “Come here!” his deep voice demands and my insides tighten as I try not to smile.
“Make me,” I say lifting my chin.
He comes for me, like a beast who chases his prey in the night. And I willingly become his captive. I willingly surrender myself to this man who is dominating, terrifying, and completely mine.
He bends down and wraps his arm around my waist as he picks me up. Throwing me over his shoulder, he spins us around and starts walking down the hall, stepping over my bag. “Brecken.” I squeal in surprise as I kick my legs behind me.
“Oh, it’s too late to change your mind.” Then he slaps my ass. Hard.
He tosses me onto the bed, and before I can move, he’s on top of me. His hands on my face, in my hair. His lips are on mine, and my hands go to his slacks. I undo his belt as he pulls away from my lips. I suck in a breath as I undo his pants. He kisses my neck, and his hand massages my breast over my shirt as I push his pants down. He kicks them off and then he sits up, pulling me along with him and yanking my shirt over my head. Then my bra. His lips are back on mine as he pushes me back down to the bed. His hand fists in my hair, and I reach up and rip his shirt open, buttons flying, and he growls into my mouth. His teeth nip my lip, and I suck on his tongue.
He sits up and pulls my shorts down my legs along with my underwear. He crawls on the bed and throws my legs over his shoulders. Like every other time when he touches me, I lose myself. I lose all control and all thoughts of anything but him. He eats me as if he’s been starving. His hands grip my skin as if he wants to rip me apart. My body thrashes, my hips buck, and I cry out his name as he takes me to a place of darkness that only he can. And I love every second of it.
I’m a trembling mess when he’s done with me. And I lay there as I try to catch my breath, my heart hammering in my chest and my lips parted as I pant. My eyes heavy and body satisfied.
I whimper when he places his muscular body between my legs and spreads them wider. I arch my back and moan when he slides a finger into me—sensitive and soaking wet. “I’d like to see you walk out now,” he says with a chuckle; proud of himself.
I give him a lazy smile and whisper hoarsely. “I’ll crawl.”
He arches an eyebrow as he removes his finger. He enters two roughly with a smirk on his face. I gasp as I lift my hips off the bed. He positions his body over mine, his fingers still in my pussy. My body breaks out in goose bumps when his thumb starts rubbing circles on my clit. “After I finish with you …” His free han
d comes up and wraps around my throat. I arch my neck giving him better access to his grip, and I suck in a breath right before he takes it away from me. My lips part and I look up at him as he smiles down at me. “You won’t even have the strength to do that.” His lips touch mine in a soft kiss, and I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back.
He leans up, and my hands fall to my side, unable to reach him. He straightens his hand around my neck as he holds it to the bed. He sits back as his fingers fuck my pussy with intense determination. I squirm. I scratch his arm that has my neck still caged, and I buck my hips, but he doesn’t stop. It’s as if he is in a race to see if I can come before I pass out, and it has my body tightening again. My back arches and my hands fly above my head as I try to crawl away from him, away from the pleasure ripping my body in half. My body rocks back and forth on the bed from the force of his fingers, and my pulse beats violently under his hand.
I close my eyes as the room starts to spin. Tears slowly fall down the side of my face as goose bumps spread across my skin and that wave of ecstasy comes crashing into me once again.
I suck in a deep breath that burns my throat when he removes his hand from around my neck. I shake uncontrollably as my eyes look aimlessly up at the white ceiling. My body is heavy and covered in sweat. He comes into view as he hovers over me. “Fuck, you look beautiful like this.” He reaches up and wipes the tears from my face. I just stare up at him with heavy eyes ‘cause there’s not much I can do. He has clearly taken my body to a level it has never been before, and I am just gonna lay here and enjoy it. “If I have to, I’ll do this to you every day to get you to stay,” he says, and I whimper. I’m not sure how long I would survive. But if I had to die, I’d prefer it to be by his hands than anyone else’s.
“Do you need a minute?” he asks.
I find myself chuckling at that. “A minute?” I ask breathlessly. “Minute for what?” I swallow.
He smiles down at me, one of those smiles that says I’m gonna be in trouble. “For my cock, baby,” he says simply, and I whimper.
“I can’t …” I say shaking my head.
His hand slides up my ribs and comes to a stop over my right breast; he pinches my hard nipple, and I cry out from the pain and pleasure it gives me. He licks his lips and smiles. “You’re ready.”
Before I can speak, he flips me over onto my stomach, and he grabs my hands, pinning them behind my back with one hand. His knees force my still shaking legs wide apart. And my back arches at a steep angle. I take a shaky breath as my body continues to shake uncontrollably. “God,” I say when I feel his cold piercing hit my wet pussy. He stretches me to his size, and a shiver runs through me. And just like the other times, he has his way with me.
***
She comes to me, knife raised and mouth open in a scream. I reach back, grab the coffee pot, and throw it at her. It hits her in the face, and it slows her down. The coffee pot falls to the floor, and she trips over it, sending her crashing into me. We go to the floor, and she’s on top of me.
I reach up and hit her in the face. She yanks my hair, and I cry out as I hit her with my other hand. She sits up and her hands go above her head as she holds the knife. She starts to bring it down when I see the coffee pot on the floor next to my head. I grab it and swing it at her head. The glass shatters, and she falls to the side of me as the knife falls to the floor. I pick it up with a racing heart and breathing heavily. “You little bitch.” She charges me, and I lift the knife …
I sit up breathing just as heavy as I was at the very second I killed Monica. I reach up and wipe the sweat off my forehead as I look around Brecken’s bedroom. I find myself alone. I kick off the covers and sit on the side of the bed as I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. You had no choice, Skye. She was gonna kill you.
I hang my head and sigh. That doesn’t help me with the fact that I took a life. Brecken had told me in the bathroom after he’d helped me shower that she had a husband. Did she have kids? I took someone’s life, and people will be looking for her. I had been terrified that she was gonna kill me. But then as more time went by, I got pissed. It was like how I was with Brecken last night. When I urged him to make me stay. Monica did the same thing. She was gonna make me a victim, and I wasn’t going to fail again. I was going to survive. She forced my hand. It was clear one of us was going to die, but which one? I refused for it to be me.
I get up and grab my phone off the nightstand. It’s three in the afternoon. I’ve slept most of the day, which isn’t bad considering that we didn’t go to sleep until after eight this morning. I told Brecken to make me stay and that he did. I could barely talk after he was done with me, much less walk or crawl out his door. Hell, I can still feel my body shake from the orgasms he gave me, and my body is sore in the sweetest way.
I throw on some clothes and make my way out into the hallway heading for the kitchen when I hear the guys talking. “Hey beautiful,” Brecken says as he sits on the couch.
“Hey,” I say softly.
Jet frowns as he looks me up and down, and I give him an awkward smile. I totally just did the walk of shame out of the bedroom. My hair is in knots, my eyes heavy, and I’m sure I have visible bruises on me from Brecken’s hands and mouth last night. But I couldn’t care less; if I did, I would go back to bed.
“Come here,” Brecken orders patting his leg.
I fall down onto it and press my body into his chest. “Rough night?” Jet asks still looking at me with a look of disgust.
“Wouldn’t you have a rough night if you killed someone?” I ask although Brecken and I both know that is not why I look this way.
“Not like you had a choice.” Jet shrugs. “You should be smiling.”
“Why?”
“Because you lived,” he says simply.
I sigh and then look at Brecken. “What are you guys doing?” I decide to change the subject.
“We’re trying to figure out why the hell Monica was here and then attacked you.” So much for changing the subject.
“She said she was here for me,” I tell him. “But she made it sound like she was here for Brecken when I let her in.”
“What else did she say?” Jet asks.
“I told her he was at work, and she asked to come in. I introduced myself, and she acted as if she wasn’t surprised to see me here.” I roll my eyes. “Which why would she be, if she was here for me to begin with?”
“How would she know you’re here?” Jet wonders, and I shrug.
“I told her I was his girlfriend, and she acted weird after that.”
“Weird how?” Jet asks.
“She just looked at me funny and then asked to use the restroom. I told her it was in the hallway. As soon as she went in there, I went into the kitchen to call Brecken. He didn’t answer.” I feel his body stiffen under mine. “She made a phone call …”
“While she was here?” Brecken interrupts me. I nod.
“To who?”” Jet asks.
I shrug. “Not sure. I heard her talking, so I walked down the hall and listened up against the door. She was telling someone that she came over here, and I was here. And that I had introduced myself as his girlfriend. Then she said she had to go before Brecken got back.” Brecken and Jet exchange a look I don’t understand, so I continue.
“Anyway, that’s when Brecken called me back the first time. I was standing right outside the door. I dropped it, surprised by the call, and she swung the door open to find me standing there. She pulled a baggie out of her purse, and there was this cloth in it. I ran.”
“The chloroform?” Jet asks, and I nod. “So her sole intention for coming here was to grab you?” he asks.
Brecken growls. “Why else would she have that in her purse? I mean people don’t just carry that shit around in their purse.”
“But out of all the things she could have used, why chloroform? I mean I’m sure it stung but to actually knock someone out it can take five minutes.” Brecken shrugs and I
yawn.
Jet nods for me to keep going. “She caught up with me, and then it went into the kitchen,” I finish with that. They don’t need to know how the rest went; they know the ending.
Jet sits up and places his elbows on his knees. His brows pull in as if he’s deep in thought. Then he looks up at me. “You said she made a phone call?”
I nod. “Yeah, in the spare bathroom. Why?”
“Because we didn’t burn a phone last night …”
Brecken taps my leg quickly and orders. “Get up.”
I shoot to my feet, and he jumps up off the couch. He takes off down the hall with Jet right behind him. Jet and I wait out in the hallway as Brecken goes into the bathroom. He comes out with a phone in his hand. He slides it open and goes to last call. It says she called someone by the name of JC at two twenty-six.
“Who is JC?” Jet asks Brecken.
He shakes his head. “I have no clue.”
“Go see if she has any messages to that name,” I say, “Maybe it will tell us a little bit more.”
He pulls up her messages and scroll past a ton of them and then sighs. “There’s none to that name.” Brecken sighs.
I lean back against the wall. “Why wouldn’t there be any?”
Brecken and Jet start to talk among themselves as my mind starts to wander. “Everyone texts these days,” I say more to myself than them. “I mean who calls someone when you can just text it and wait until they have the time to respond?” I ask myself. “Maybe she deleted them,” I offer to myself then shake my head. “No,” I say. “There’s no reason for that if she called them. If you don’t want anyone to know you’re talking to someone, then you just don’t put their number in your phone …. Unless…” A thought hits me, and I smile.
I look at the guys, and they are both staring at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “What?” I ask.
“Who were you talking to?” Jet asks.
“Myself,” I say simply. Then I look at Brecken. “Can I see it?” I hold my hand out. He hands it to me, and I go to her phone log. “She called that number eight times yesterday,” I say in surprise. “Ten times the day before that.” It just keeps going on and on. It’s the most called number in her phone.
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