Page 9 of Grave Obsession
“Put a little something extra in their drink”—He smirks and taps the front pocket of his jeans—“and these girls will let you do anything. Am I right?”
A selfish fuck. A cheater. And a date rapist.
I’m suddenly feeling like I’m doing the world a favor, instead of just Kayce.
With my arm still around his shoulder, I lead him toward the edge of the crowd. He attempts to shove himself from me when he realizes we’re walking away from the party and into the cemetery, only to find his movements are weak and sluggish. Gripping him a little tighter to ensure he stays upright, I lead him deeper into the gravestones. “What the fuck is happening?” he mumbles.
“You mean to tell me you don’t know what it feels like to be roofied?” I quip and enjoy watching how fast his eyes grow wide. He tries futilely to push me away again, causing me to stumble and nearly pull us both to theground. “Relax, Jackson. I’m not dragging you out here to fuck you.”
“Thank God, bruh,” he slurs, exhaling his sour, boozy breath.
His body grows heavier with each step we take. I glance over our shoulders to ensure we have traveled far enough and see that the party is now a tiny sparkle of light in the distance.
Gripping the front of his shirt with both hands, I use it to keep his wavering body upright. As I fist the fabric, I pull him toward me. “I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to fucking kill you,” I confess, shaking my head.
Using my full weight, I drive his unsteady body backward and tackle him to the ground. His head slams into the grave placard and the crunch of his skull shattering echoes around the tombs surrounding us. Standing over him, crimson blood slowly pools beneath him, filling the name engraved in the smooth marble that will soon extinguish his life. The moonlight illuminates the nameSexton.
“How fitting,” I chuckle to myself.
Jackson gurgles, gasping for air, as I turn to head back to the party. He’ll be dead soon enough. With how impaired he is, he’ll bleed out before he’s capable of getting himself off the ground. Normally, I would stay and watch, but I have much better things to do this evening.
My cinnamon is waiting.
Returning to the party, I find her dancing alone in the crowd, and I cannot pull my eyes off her. She’s so fucking perfect. Oblivious to my presence, she dances without any holding back, and I envy her hands roaming over her curves. She glances in my direction and when our eyes meet, she all but looks frozen in place.
CHAPTER TEN
KAYCE
My body freezes in place like I’ve just seen a ghost.
Because I have.
Staring deep into the eyes that I know so well, I try to both convince myself he’s not actually standing there and will my feet to run toward him. He breaks our stare and begins walking away from the party and into the cemetery.
I shove through the crowd like a crazed woman—an obsessed one—and follow him as he disappears between the mausoleums. Running between the buildings and around the gravestones, I chase after a phantom of a man. Never able to catch him. I reach a small clearing with nowhere for him to hide, but he’s still out of my sight.
He is a fucking ghost…or I’m losing my fucking mind.
Trying to catch my breath quietly, I listen for any sounds that prove I’m not out here alone. But I don’t getone. I’ve run so far from the party that the music previously blaring from speakers is now only a faint hum. Suddenly realizing the foolish and dangerous situation I have put myself in, I quickly walk back toward the party.
Sticks snap not far behind me, and a shrill scream soars from my mouth as I quickly spin around, only to find myself completely alone. Picking up my pace, I mutter, “Get your shit together, Kayce. There isn’t anyone else out her?—”
A large hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me. I try to scream, but it just vibrates against his warm palm. Snaking an arm around my waist, he pulls my back tightly to his chest. With his lips dusting against the shell of my ear, he playfully whispers, “It isn’t safe for you to be out here all alone. You have no idea what kind ofmonstersare lurking in the dark.”
I scream into his palm again until I’m breathless. My heart pounds as he lifts me from the ground and carries me toward a tall, narrow tombstone. He carefully takes us both to the ground and uses his hard body to pin me face-down in the grass. Grabbing my hand, he forcibly pulls it over my head. I try to fight him, but he’s too strong. He easily ties it to a piece of rope already looped around the tombstone. Roughly, he grabs my other hand and attaches it to the first.
With my hands secure, he pushes himself from my back and kneels with his legs straddling my lower spine. Through my struggles and screams, he manages to slip soft fabric over my face, causing everything to go black.My heart pounds so hard that it thumps in my ears and echoes through the hood pulled over my head.
His lips press against the side of my throat, and my whole body involuntarily tenses so hard that all my muscles throb. He places a trail of wet kisses along the length of my neck as he works the zipper running the length of my torso. Gingerly pulling my dress down my legs, he leaves me bound in nothing but my bra and panties. “I’m going to give you everything you’ve been dreaming about,” he gravelly whispers.
“I don’t want this,” I spit as I pull at the ropes holding me in place.
Cool blades of grass rest against my skin as he rolls me onto my back. He climbs on top of me, pressing his warm, bare skin against mine. His heavy, heated breaths blow over my breasts as his lips dust over them. As much as I want to deny his touch, my body betrays me, and I let out a small whimper when his mouth slides over my bra-covered nipple. Teasingly rubbing his lips around it, he taunts, “Are you sure you don’t want this?”
“Yes,” I bark, trying to hide my fear. “I’m fucking sure.”
His lips continue to dust over my heavy breasts as his hands caress every inch of my exposed flesh. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes against my skin. “As much as I want to explore every fucking inch of you, I won’t without your permission.”