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“I could tell this time was different when he ordered the staff out. Not your mom. She stayed. Still and quiet while the belt landed on my ass and the back of my thighs. While I cried in pain. While I choked on my food.”

That miserable fuck. That monster. His own daughter, whose only sin was caring about me.

Then there’s my mother. The useless piece of flesh that brought me into this world.

I’m going to fuck her upso bad for this.

“After a while, he announced that he was done. That he hoped I’d learned my lesson. He straightened, moved away. I was miserable, and I missed you. I couldn’t stay silent. I told him to go fuck himself.” Black dots line my vision. I blink them away. Shiloh. Shiloh. I have to focus on Shiloh. Can’t go on a murder spree and be taken from her again. “That last blow knocked me back into the table. My entire body. That’s when he stopped. When I felt the warm sticky blood running down my back.”

“Never again,” I hiss. “I swear on my life. No one will ever hit you.”

“I know.” She presses her body to mine, sliding a hand up to curl around my neck. Her knife is still pressed to my chest. “Kaleb.”

“Little sister.” The simple touch of her fingers on the back of my neck has precum leaking from my cock. I lower my face to hers. “They won’t come snooping here for a while. Tell me what it is you want. From me.”

“You shouldn’t be here, damn it.”

“Not going away until you talk to me.”

“You asked me what I wanted,” she snarls, the weight of her flashback long gone. I carry it for her now. “I want you to leave. I want you to meet me at home.”

“Try again. The truth this time.”

“Go. Away.” But she pulls me closer. Her nails sink into my flesh as her body thrums against mine. “I want you to go away. I need you to listen to me. You have to hide. We’ll come up with a plan and live together forever, I swear. Where Dadcan’t find us. Where I can keep studying, then work. That is what I want.”

“You’re a fucking liar, Shiloh.” I release her chin, only to pry the knife out of her hand. “You keep forgetting that I see you. Better than anyone else has. Better than anyone ever will. I bet you’re soaking. The blood turns you on, doesn’t it? You need me to relieve the pressure in your cunt after I murdered a man for you. You know he won’t be the last man I kill for you, and it turns you on that much more. I see you. I feel your body talking to me. Now. Be good for me. Try again. Tell me what you want.”

“You’re the liar.” Her gaze cuts to the knife. Back to my face. “Leave, you stubborn bastard. Just leave.”

“Stop pretending that you don’t want to be fucked. Maybe then I’ll consider leaving.”

“Please—” Her whisper gets lost in our kiss.

I pull her up against me, my hands touching her. My teeth biting her. It’s my way of telling her over and over that I’m never letting go.

“Tell me what you want from me.” I lick her, tasting her moans on my tongue.

I’d take a bite out of her if I could. Eat her flesh. Savor it. Except then, I wouldn’t be able to kiss those pretty lips again.

“You,” she cries out, yanking on my hair. “It’s always been you. But I won’t have you if you don’t leave right this minute before anyone comes. I keep telling you that and you won’t listen to me.”

“That’s it. You’re getting there. Use your words.”

She’s right. I really don’t listen to her. Ihearher. I look into her blue eyes between one nip at her lip and the other. I see the secrets she’s hiding. The lifetime of suppressed needs.

“You have to leave.” Her sigh is weak. It’s a plea for me to stay.

I wrap an arm around her, and the knife presses her back. She melts into me when I curl my free hand around the side of her neck and kiss her deeper than before. While I’m stealing glances out the broken window.

No one passes by.

Just in case, I drag us to the door where the light switch is and flip it off. I’m a sick bastard, so I pull her back to where her professor lies dead in a puddle of his own blood. Without stepping into it, of course. We won’t be leaving footprints.

“What are you doing?” she demands.

“Tell me, or I’ll edge you worse than before. I won’t let you come this time. For weeks. You’ll be dripping with need. It’ll be nothing to shove myself inside your pussy. What will hurt is pulling out.” It’s either my threats or the knife pressing into her back that makes her shiver. Maybe both. “I’ll do it, anyway. Over and over, I’ll bring you close to the edge, then pull out and jerk off until I come all over you. You’ll cry. You’ll beg. It won’t help you. You know I’m a sadist, Shiloh. I’ll only remind you how you didn’t trust me, then do it some more.”

“I hate you.” Her gaze is pure agony and fear. She can tell I’m being honest. “I hate you. You’re doing this on purpose. Trying to get caught. It’s like you’re asking to be sent back to that place. Is that it? Is that fucking it? You want someone to come and carry you out of here because—what? I’m too much?Because you’re too obsessed to leave me alone, though you wish you could?”