Page 43 of Dangerous Deviance

Wil cleared his throat, and finally, I continued: “No. I want you to fuck the headache out of me.”

“That’s an old wives’ tale,” he said.

Try harder, the voice said.You must stop him before he kills another. Innocent lives are at stake.

“Please,” I begged, making my voice meek. I squeezed his arm, and finally, he smiled.

“We’re going to play my way,” he said.

I nodded. Whatever made him trust me.

When he brought me to his room, I knew exactly what he would do. Kiss me, fuck me, force me to take his come, and when the right moment came, that’s when I would do it.

The knife was already in his pocket, hard against my skin as he leaned into me. I scolded myself. Of course I couldn’t trust him. What kind of person keeps a knife in their pajama pockets, unless they had bad intentions? He guided me, pressing my back against the wall, then held my hands down and sneered at me.

There was another knife on the nightstand.

Get the knife, Ellie.

I nodded to myself, calming the voice. Yes. I would do that.

“You’re a filthy whore,” he murmured. “My fucking toy. You need to get off all of the time, don’t you? You can’t get enough of my cock.”

Those words would have made me shudder before. To hear him call me his, to know that he wanted me. But the words were empty now. They meant nothing.

I had to force myself to pretend.

Play his game. Then get the knife.

White stars fluttered along the sides of my vision, and I smiled then, giving Wil the biggest, sexiest smile I could muster. His chest lifted, and I inched myself carefully toward the nightstand. I rested my ass on it, slipping the knife under me, the metal cold on my ass.

The knife didn’t scare me anymore. Wil had given me that.

And I knew what to do.

Now, Ellie.

As if on command, Wil removed his other knife from his pocket, the blade brandishing in a hardy click. He held it to my throat. I looked him in the eye and saw what was really there.

You killed my sister, I thought, staring into those dark, violent eyes. You killed her. You killed my sister. She was only eighteen.

I blinked as hard as I could, trying to make the urges disappear. But I knew it was true. I had to kill him.

He had done this to her. To me.

I had to kill Wil Adler.

He sneered at me, then dipped down, kissing my neck, biting it. I dug my nails into his skin, wanting so badly to hurt him, but I held back, knowing I had to wait until the right moment.

He pulled out his cock, the pajama bottoms slipping down to his ankles. But when he tried to fuck me, I was dry. I couldn’t pretend to be turned on now. Not when I knew his secret.

My secrets. My past.

I could finish this now.

Do it for her,the voice said.Now, Ellie.

He raised a brow, questioning my lack of arousal.