Page 22 of Hollow House

She slammed the knife into his chest, and I watched with pride as he stumbled back.

She was mine for eternity.

Damned like the rest of us.

Cast out from society, banding together in our own little world.

She belonged to me now.

Her eyes filled with horror at the realization of what she’d done.

Before the rest could see her, I stepped in.

My hands cupped her face, and I forced her gaze to me.

Dropping my hands, I gripped the handle of the knife and pulled it from her grasp.

She didn’t fight me. My lips collided with hers then, kissing away any hesitation or regret she had building inside her.

I let my tongue drift along the outside of her lips, searching for an invitation.

The rest of the room left, leaving her as all mine to devour.