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“But I—”

“What do you see?”

The slit in the door is only large enough for one person to peek through, and I’m trying to focus, but it’s hard with two fingers rolling around inside me, coaxing out the wetness.

“He’s covered in blood,” I say.

“And?”

I bite my lip watching Silas grip his length while moaning. “He’s jerking off.”

His fingers curl and find my G-spot, and I nearly moan right there and then, but he silences me with his other hand.

Silas still hasn’t seen us. Yet.

“Why do you think that is?”

He takes his hand off my mouth, and I say, “He’s turned on by blood?”

Heath’s lips hover over my neck, making me shiver with both need and hatred for how good he makes it feel.

“Murder.”

My eyes widen.

He gets turned on by killing someone?

“That’s it, watch him do it. Watch him play with himself while he fantasizes about death.”

I’m helpless to stop the onslaught of lust coursing through my veins.

This is insane. Silas is a murderer who gets off on fantasizing about his next victim.

Could it be me?

I shudder in place and clutch the doorjamb, desperate not to give in, but Heath’s fingers undeniably dominate all my senses.

“Yes, that’s it. Give me your goddamn orgasm,” he whispers, pushing his body and hard-on up against me.

“Fuck,” I murmur, unable to focus on both his fingers and Silas, whose pierced tip is dripping with pre-cum.

Heath circles my clit with his thumb and presses on my G-spot, but it’s his whisper into my ear that ends me. “Now.”

I moan out loud, unable to contain the wave of ecstasy that floods my body as I writhe in his arms.

Heath holds me tight as the orgasm rolls through, his shaft bobbing up and down against my ass, encouraged by his victory, and fuck me, I’m almost about ready to drop down for him and let him do whatever he wants to me.

Until Silas’s piercing green eyes suddenly find mine.

“Oh fuck.”

CHAPTER 26

Heath

I swiftly takea vibrator I pulled out of the closet the moment I saw her from my pocket and stuff it up her pussy during her orgasm.

“Keep that in there,” I whisper. “No matter what happens now.”