Page 15 of Sin & Fall
Staying with this one man who finds glee in tormenting others feels strangely safer than what I had before. I became so used to order, living under strict rules, and having to meet impossible standards.
With Zack, there’s terrifying chaos. I’ve experiencedpleasure that I didn’t know existed. Fear that should be enough to cripple me into subservience, but it only makes me want to bite back more. Apparently, I consider that worth risking my life for.
He calls me hislittle sinner, but what he doesn’t realize is that my sins run deeper than carnal pleasures.
The terrible things I’ve done to get here, well…I’d do them again in a heartbeat.
Chapter 6
Zack
Walter Ashbury was supposed to die a slow and gruesome death for what he did to my sister. I had every minute detail of it planned out, from what bones I’d break first, to the order I’d remove his fingers in, and how long I’d rape his ass with the dildo in my bag. It would have been the least of what he deserved.
Except all of that vanished from existence when I watched him drag my little nun away. She was bait, and I thought I didn’t care what he did to her.
Until he touched her.
All thoughts of his torture vanished, and a new plan formed in my mind, one that involved seeing how much she was willing to submit to me.
In the end, I got what I came for. Walter is dead, and the tape is destroyed along with him.
I wasn’t sure how Kat got hold of hers, but I had my suspicions there’d be more than one. I’m going to wipe away the existence of every copy along with the men who own them.
One down, two more to go.
Chloe stares defiantly up at me. She looks cute, leashed like a puppy for me to play with.
What the fuck?No, that’s not how this goes. She’s a hot piece of ass that I’m going to enjoy between kills, and that’s it. She is notcute.
Cute things worm their way into your heart. Cute things make you want to take them home and look after them. Cute things stay.
I do not like cute things.
“Time to go,” I tell her curtly as I cut the tie from the pipe. She smells strongly of blood, and now that the rush of drugs is wearing off, I hate it on her. It should be my blood, my scent overpowering her senses. Not some other man’s.
It’s making me irrationally angry.
“We should get you cleaned up first. Can’t have anyone seeing you like that.” I grab her arm and pull her to her feet.
“If you hadn’t killed a man in front of me, I wouldn’t be in such a mess!”
I snort at her sass. She’s such a brat. I swear she does it deliberately to get me all worked up and turned-on.
“I was going to let you wash up in the restroom, but I have a better idea.”
After a final glance around the room, I lead her outside. My car is still the only one parked up. I’m not worried about anyone catching me. This road is rarely traveled since the new interstate popped up on the other side of town. It’s the ass end of nowhere, where sick fucks and sweet little nuns live apparently.
Around the side of the building is a sign for a car wash. What this backwater place considers a car wash, anyway. There’s a hose attached to the faucet on the wall, and beneath that, a bucket, and a dirty sponge.
“You can clean off all that blood here.”
“You’re joking?” She huffs as she looks between me and the grimy bucket.
“You can either give me a little strip tease and wash your naked body with that sponge, or I’ll hose you down as you are.” Picking up both, I wave them in her face.
Her jaw drops. “Neither. I’d rather stay caked in blood than do anything you want!”
I tilt my head as I try to figure her out. She rode my cock next to a dead body in the middle of the woods, but she won’t get naked and wash in front of me? And I thought I was the weird one.