Max gathered my hair in one hand, bracing a muscular arm by the side of my head. He kept my cheek pressed against the cool metal as he did exactly as I requested.
His thrusts were hard but measured. He kept a tight reign of control on himself. I thought we were going to fuck the car out of its parking space with the way we were rocking the vehicle back and forth.
The only thing stopping the people inside Gooskis from hearing my moans was the soft rock music drowning them out. I bit my tongue until I tasted blood, groaning in frustration, struggling to take him deeper.
I wanted him to pull out and fuck my ass without mercy. I almost begged for him to call me dirty again. None of that left my mouth, though. I accepted what he was willing to give me, forcing myself to let it be enough.
I didn’t want to scare him off.
I would force myself to go along with whatever this was. More than anything, though, I wanted to be told I was a good girl while he choked the life from my body.
What I needed him to do was lie like Con would. To punish me for being rotten to the core. I wasn’t a good girl—not even a little bit.
Chapter Six
Present
How could she let a stranger touch what was mine? Let them fuck her like a cheap whore in a parking lot? Her body belonged to me. I’d marked her so she would never forget that.
It didn’t really matter, I suppose. She was nothing without me. I took pride in that. No one could ever truly satisfy her besides me. He couldn’t fuck her as good as I did.
What had just happened was proof enough of that. The soft moans pouring from her mouth should have been unintelligible screams. She should have begged for it to end while simultaneously spreading her legs, eager for more. Maxwell needed to grab her hair like he wanted to detach it from her skull.
His hands should have wrapped around her fucking throat until it was bruised.
If I shut my eyes, I could allow myself to feel her again. Pulling my dick out of my jeans, I grabbed the base of it and began to stroke up and down, picturing her bent over her car. She was tight, just like I remembered—like I knew she would be after all these years.
I pumped up and down, hearing her breathy little moans in my head growing louder and louder, until I was coming like a schoolboy in the front seat of my truck. I stared down at my flaccid cock with a frown.
Pulling open the glove box, I cleaned myself up with a pair of her pink underwear, picturing all the beautiful ways I was going to punish her this time.
Part of me wanted to snap her goddamn neck—like I had Rose number four.
Another part of me wanted to gut her like a fucking pig and listen to her scream as her insides fell onto the floor.
That’s what I did to Rose number seven.
I would do none of those things, naturally. I was just venting right now. Who wouldn’t? I’d waited on her for years, and this was how she wanted our reunion to be?
She was my number twelve.
I needed her like the world needed the sun.
I was going to have to remind her why I was perfect for her. Get her to remember why it was she needed me, too.
Then, I’d make her beg for my forgiveness.
My girl being with someone else felt like there was a chainsaw running inside me, tearing me apart from the inside out, brutalizing what was left of the heart that only beat for her.
She was gone now, taking the long drive home. Usually, I camped outside her house or chilled in a spare bedroom. She was never any the wiser after all this time. Tonight had changed things. Now I had to get her attention. She needed to know she wasn’t free of me.
I hopped out of my truck and made my way across the parking lot.
I walked back into the shitty bar, surveying the room for options, and my eyes landed on a woman in the back corner.
She was already intoxicated, which made my job ten times easier. When her green eyes met mine, she stared for a second before a shy smile spread across her face. This was going to be easier than I thought.
Pushing the rim of my ball cap down, I gave Aimee a quick grin and slid into a booth. I wasn’t going to approach the woman; she would approach me. Without me having to ask, Aimee brought me a beer, then quickly scuttled off.
It was all a waiting game after that. Kinda reminded me of the good old days. Rose would lure people in by making them think they were going to score. She’d take them to our special place and allow them to get oh so close before I came in.
We had a lot of fun together.
The look of surprise, anger, and fear that played out on someone’s face when they realized they had been set up was priceless. But the real fun began after that.
Psychological torture was a beautiful fucking thing. The sex after the kills…that was incomparable. Even if I sometimes had to forcibly take it.
I knew she missed it, that sometimes she couldn’t help waking up desperate to indulge her darker desires. It was all because of me. I made her a junkie for all things depraved. I created the beautiful monster hidden away beneath her sunny façade.
I remembered the first night she sought me out like it was yesterday. It all began with a dare, and from then on, we were intertwined as one.
This new Rose was a fraud.
This town was her cowardly way of running from what she did and who she really was.
We would be an incredible team once she paid her dues.
But she had to suffer first. I had to make her understand that her actions had consequences.
Watching my first chosen victim rise from her booth and walk towards me, I smiled, knowing I was that much closer to getting what I came here for.
Chapter Seven
Life had a very funny way of sweeping the rug out from underneath me. All my problems began because of Vicky goddamn Burrows.
She was a consistently bullheaded girl who just wouldn’t quit. She started coming by every damn day with her friend Julie. My grandfather was over the moon about this new development. He thought they were ‘good’ girls like me.
Super bad judgment on his end. Not that I could blame him. I thought they were regular girls, too. Darcy, on the other hand, had warned me from the start. She warned me the very day I set foot in their house for the last time.
“There’s something off about that family.”
“Off how?”
“I don’t know. I just always had this gut feeling about them. Be careful, okay?”
I chalked it up to her being a little paranoid. There wasn’t much I could do about it once Grandpa accepted Vicky’s invite to a girl’s night in on my behalf.
Things hadn’t been going too badly since I’d arrived. I’d say I was enjoying myself, if it weren’t for Julie. She was the reason I had a cup of Jack Daniels in my hand after promising Grandpa I wouldn’t drink.
There was nothing like some liquid courage to ease tension.
We were in the Burrows’ den, playing some good old-fashioned truth or dare, and things were getting intense. There were four of us all together. Vicky and Julie sat on one side of the coffee table; Molly (a girl from my PE class) sat beside me on the other.
“Truth or dare, Barbie doll?” Julie slurred in my direction with an ugly curl of the lip.
I eyed her, wondering what her problem was. This chick was either a mean drunk, or a fake sober bitch. She’d been trying to rile me up since I’d gotten there.