Page 35 of Endgame

My fiancée is beautiful, limp, and passed out.

In my arms.

Viciously mine.

6

EVERETT

My bedroom is drowned in shadow. The curtains have been drawn tight, the lamp on the nightstand bleeding a muted glow across the dark furniture and floors.

Every corner here is mine. Every inch of this room will carry memories of Aurora’s misery long after she’s gone, which is why I carried her here after her body gave up on her.

Twenty minutes have passed since. Twenty minutes with her motionless, with me stretched out beside her, watching her.

She’s beautiful in her stillness. Her head rests to the side, hair spilling like a veil across her face. One of her hands is curled into a fist, as if her body’s subconscious is trying to protect her from me.

It won’t do her any good. She’s defenseless here, in her current state. She hasn’t woken up, not even when I breathed her name against her skin or shook her harder than necessary.

Better this way, when she’s like this. Helpless, mine.

I’m going to keep her here as my prisoner. My sex doll to torment and use.

WhenIfeel like my revenge has reached its satisfying conclusion, that’s when I’ll kill her and the rest of them.

It’ll be a while before it happens.

For now, she’s here. Mine to ruin.

I brush a lock of her hair off her face, telling myself it’s part of my vengeance. That I don’t want to seeher, but her flushed cheeks in case she wakes up with me here. With her monster, propped on an elbow, watching her.

“You and I are going to have so much fun together.” I hear the hate in my voice. The lust.

As the silence lingers, memories from earlier rise to the surface. I still feel her clinging to me.

Me.

I…

Fuck. Even in her sleep, she’s trying to manipulate me.

She’s going to pay for it.

I start by testing, again, just how out of it she is, sliding my fingers down her spine.

The light slap to her ass gets no reaction…from her.

My body, though, is a live wire.

Cock hard. Teeth clenched.

“Whatever you’re trying to do to me, it won’t work.” My blood thrums in my veins. “You’ll see that for yourself. Then you’ll learn firsthand how cruel and unfair life is.”

Before I can think better of it, I flatten my hand on her back. A possessive gesture.

Her soft breath and silence continue to be such a fucking turn-on. Precum wets my boxers as I take in the sight of her.

She’s peaceful. Vulnerable.