“So you pushed me away and made everyone hate me?” Her plump bottom lip pokes out. I hate myself for that small movement. I’m a goddamn prick.
“I was keeping you safe.”
She blinks her snowy lashes at me. I rub my thumb along the blood droplets, smearing them across her ivory skin. Beautiful. So fucking perfect.
“You can keep me safe. Right here.” Her palms slide up my biceps, up over my shoulders, and then she cups my cheeks. “Everyone fears you. Wouldn’t I be safest with you?”
I glower at her. “You’re not listening—”
“I heard you perfectly fine,” she bites back. “You’re afraid you will hurt me. And I’m looking right in your eyes, Land, and I don’t see it. Whatever you think lurks there, it’s not interested in harming me.” A smile tilts her lips up. “It looks interested in keeping me.”
Possession claws its way around my heart, squeezing until it can’t beat anymore.
“No one could have you because you were mine.”
No boyfriend. No girlfriends for that matter. I made sure of it. And when our history teacher let his eyes linger a little too long on her ass in the ninth grade, I cut them from his face before I buried him in the woods.
An eye for an eye my dad had chuckled as he helped toss dirt on the man’s body.
“You have me,” she says. “Are you going to keep me?”
3
White Rabbit
Trapped.
Caught in his stare, pinned beneath his strong body, owned in this moment.
Maybe forever.
My traitorous heart skips several beats. The endless information I dug up. The countless hours I spent researching. None of it matters right now. Right now, I’m his.
I think back to all the years I secretly craved this. Secretly thirsted for the danger he seemed to drip with. I wanted to shove away all the dumb, mindless girls so I could drop to my knees and lick at his sinister beauty, tasting his evil and getting my fill.
Now that I’ve had a taste, I crave more. I’m addicted. You can’t obsess over a boy—and now very much a man based on the monster pressed against my pussy—for years and not somehow fall for him along the way.
Horrible.
Cruel.
Evil little shit.
But beautiful. So damn beautiful. Sometimes there are punishments in life that make no sense. Wanting him is a punishment. I shouldn’t. I know what he is. He’s a murdering monster with an even more horrible family, and I want him anyway.
What does that make me?
Crazy.
Certifiable.
Lost.
“I’m scared,” I admit, my voice a whisper.
He flinches at my words. The most wicked boy in the world is stung by my confession. As the poison floods through him, all I want is to press my lips to him and suck it from his bloodstream. Take it all back. Make him understand.
“Not of you,” I amend. “Of me.”
“Why?” His voice is gruff but relieved.
“Because this means…it means I’m…” Crazy. I don’t have to say the word. He knows crazy. It pumps through his veins and lives inside his heart. It birthed him and raised him. It loves him unconditionally.
“Lucky for you,” he murmurs, “I understand.” His eyebrow hikes up as he pins me with a smoldering look. “I’m not scared, White Rabbit.”
“I…my dad…” He’ll kill me if he somehow finds out I got myself wrapped up in the most psychopathic family alive.
He sits back on his haunches and runs his fingers down my leotard, wildness like I’ve never seen gleaming in his brown eyes. He rakes his stare over my flesh, marking me with a possessive glint that’ll stain itself to my soul.
“Take that off and let me see you.” His voice is commanding and feral. It makes me crave to obey him.
With our eyes locked and my lip pinned by my teeth, I peel away the tight fabric, revealing to him the hidden parts of me. The way he thrums with energy—for me—has me sparking to life. He’s a bomb and I’m holding a match.
Ka-boom.
I see explosions in our future.
In my white world, I always craved a little color.
“Too slow,” he growls, tugging the leotard down over my hips. He grabs the leggings along the way, peeling them and my panties off all at once.
Within seconds, I’m naked.
Every part of me inside and out is bared to him.
He grips my thighs, parting me wide open. I can feel the soft petals of my pussy opening for him. The cool air kisses the sensitive flesh only a moment before his lips do. I cry out in surprise the moment his hot mouth finds my center. His wet, greedy tongue slides up my slit and circles my clit with such ease that I wonder if he’s done this to me in another lifetime.
I never believed in reincarnation, but I know this feeling. I know him. Deep inside my soul. It feels right.
He’s evil which means I must be evil too.