35. Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

"Hold still!"

"You're fucking crazy!" I shout at Sev.

"I'm trying to be nice," he coos.

"Holding me down to carve into my skin isn't being nice!" I lift my hips to buck him off me, but he's heavy as fuck. Sev is straddling my waist, pressing onto both my wrists with one hand while trying to carve into my ribs with the other. I should stay still. It would probably hurt less, but I'm not just going to let him do this.

"I thought it was better than drugging you and tying you up. I was trying to be nice."

"You have a twisted sense of… of… fucking everything!"

He chuckles, leaning closer to my ribs. "This isn't going to be easy, so hold still."

"It's an I, how hard can it be?" I grit through my teeth.

"I want to make a little heart above it."

"You—what?" I bark.

"It's going to be cute."

"I don't want it to be cute! I don't want it at all!"

The fucker took me again. And less than twelve hours after I left him. He's really fucking with me and getting way too much enjoyment out of this.

I hate that I fucking like it. Hate the way his body pressing into mine feels good. Makes me want more. Makes me crave him when I'm alone with nothing to keep me distracted. Hate that he's always on my mind.

Each time I'm with him, I find the fight in me disappearing more and more. And it's not that I'm getting tired of doing it because it happens so much, it's that I don't want to. The more he pushes me, the more I like having him around. I like talking to him. Like the way he looks at me. Like the way he knows me. It's so fucked up. Ridiculous for so many reasons. I will not allow someone like him into my life. He's messy. Unhinged. Has zero self-control. Not to mention, he's a fucking serial killer. And he's tapped in the head! The man is obsessed with me. Knows things about me he shouldn't. He's carving his name into my skin, for fuck's sake. The man should be locked in a room with padded walls!

I spend my days with killers, but Sev is so different. The people I work with don't have a compulsion to hurt people the way Sev does. We do what we need to get a job done. To get money or whatever it is we're owed. We're not killing for fun. For enjoyment.

This man on top of me, with his hot body, thick hair, and emotional dark eyes… fuck, why is everything about him so right? He's a nutcase! And he's annoying and overbearing. He's always in my space. Makes a joke out of everything.

No, I cannot have feelings for this man who is currently carving his name into my skin. He's a psychopath.

"Promise you'll love me when my name is done," he says quietly, stretching my skin like you would with a tattoo before slicing once more. I groan, tensing my body. This shit is old.

But… fuck.

I realize he's let go of my hands and I'm still lying in place. My traitorous body…

"If you think I could love you, you're out of your mind."

He flicks his gaze to me. "I think you already do."

I scoff. "You're delusional!"

He shrugs. "Maybe. But I know you, Justin. And you can't deny that."

I hate that he's right. I won't tell him that though. Never in a million years will I admit something like that to him. It'll be my ruin.

I clench my jaw and look away. "Just hurry the fuck up and get off."

"Get off, you say? You want my dick, baby?" He grinds against me, his dick pressing against mine, and I suppress the groan rumbling in my chest. His mouth is at my ear. "When are you going to let me into this perfect ass, hm?"

"I am not bottoming for you." I sit up, shoving at his chest at the same time. He mustn't have expected it, because he flies back. I go with him, switching our position so he's beneath me and I'm on top of him. The anger that boils in me comes out of nowhere. My ribs are burning. I'm tired. My head is a fucking mess. I have people wanting to kill me. Jobs to do. And this goddamn psycho won't leave me alone!

My hand goes to his throat, and I lean so close our noses touch.

"I do not want anything to do with you. Ever. After this deal is done, I'm leaving. I'm gone. And you will not follow me."

He grins, not at all caring that he can't breathe. His hands find my hips and he thrusts against me. I feel his hard erection beneath me. His hands go to my ass and he pulls me forward to grind along his length again.

I squeeze tighter on his throat and growl, "Fuck. Off."

I let go of his throat and sit up to get to my feet. Once they're planted on the ground, Sev is up too. His hand is on my throat now, and he's pushing me until I slam against the wall, letting out a pained grunt. I feel the drywall give in behind my head, which makes it hurt way less than it would have.

"Here's the thing, Justin," he seethes. "You're mine whether you like it or not. Have been before I even saw you. That's the funny part, you know?" He leans closer, his full body pressing against mine. "You don't realize what the fuck is going on right under your adorable little nose." He flicks his tongue out to lick it. Then presses his body against me so tight I swear we're both going to go through the wall. He's still hard. I think I am too. "The next time you want to choke me like you have the privilege to do so, my cock better be in your mouth."

With my hands against his chest, I give him a shove with all my strength. He wavers a little, but the man is a fucking giant. He's like a brick wall. There's never been anyone who had strength like this over me. It's annoying as shit. He does let go of my throat though, and he's back enough we aren't touching and I can breathe.

"Fuck you!" I bark. It's all I got. But his words got to me. He's making it seem like there is more going on I don't know about. Things he's privy to and I'm not. I don't need more bullshit in my life.

He chuckles. I pull in heavy breaths through my nose.

"You know what you need, Justin?" He raises a brow. "You need a good ass fucking. You need someone to fuck you so good you forget your name. Someone to distract you so you can chill the fuck out for once."

"Yeah? That's what you think?" I say, huffing out a laugh.

"Mhmm."

"Well, it ain't going to be you. Now back the fuck up." I give him another shove, using my whole body this time. He stumbles back enough I can slip out the door and storm down the stairs. He doesn't follow me, but his voice echoes through the house.

"Don't forget we have a date tomorrow! I'll pick you up at seven, baby!"

Fuck this cabin. Fuck this place. And most of all, fuck Sev.