Page 29 of Darkness Tempt Me (Bloody Desires #7)
Chapter twenty-five
Peyton
I t’s been three days since I ran.
Not knowing what else to do, I lied to Iris, sent a few emails to some co-workers, and told my brother the same thing.
I told all of them I was setting up a surprise for Mavik and would be on my honeymoon over the next week.
In other words, I won’t be answering any calls or emails for the next several days.
In hindsight, if Mavik finds me and wants to kill me, then it buys him a few days before people question where I am.
It’s obviously just a Band-Aid, but I needed a few days away from everyone.
Away from Mavik. Based on the two hours I spent looking through videos, I can determine at least one thing: all these men deserved to die.
Some of the confessions Mavik, or at least I’m assuming it was him, got from these men disgusted me.
Some of the confessions made Jimmy look like a fucking saint.
Since I couldn’t think of a place where Mavik wouldn’t find me, I’m currently hiding in the only place I hope he doesn’t think to look. His mother’s place.
Since she’s in Italy and Mavik had a spare key, it was the only place I could think to go.
It’s been seventy-two hours since I discovered the man I married is a serial killer. In that time, I haven’t called the cops, and I don’t think I’m going to either. But why, right? Because I have a feeling Mavik meant it when he said he would always protect me.
The proof is right in front of me. A video of a murder that’s almost three years old.
For what must be the millionth time since I ran, I press play and watch the video of my abusive, asshole ex get murdered all over again.
There’s something wrong with me, because just like every other time I’ve watched Mavik screaming at Jimmy Melton, torturing him, cutting him, and, finally, forcing a confession out of him, I grow hard.
This murder is unlike the others. This one isn’t as gruesome or gory.
It’s passionate. I know what’s coming. By the end, I can almost convince myself that maybe Mavik didn’t kill my ex.
But when Mavik wraps his thick fingers around Jimmy’s neck and squeezes, I swear it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
It’s my favorite part of the video, and I’m already eager to watch it again.
In the video, Mavik is wearing that scary-as-fuck mask he wore in front of my balcony window.
Because yes, I’m convinced that night was real too.
Mavik was, in fact, watching me from outside.
Watching me pleasure myself to thoughts of him stalking me.
I might not be ready to confront Mavik just yet, but as the masked man in the video wraps his fingers around Jimmy’s neck for the millionth time, my gaze flickers over to the window, hoping my masked savior is there watching me as I pull out my cock and stroke myself to the thought of him.