"I said watch me," he says in a growl, his hands wrapping around my throat and forcing my head up. He squeezes, and I moan. His fingers twitch over my throat, and I gasp. "You like that?"
I want to nod. To say yes. But I can't. I reach out to grab onto whatever I can. The tumbler on the counter is knocked to the floor, glass shattering all over the tile. Heat drowns me, buzzing over every last inch of my flesh, and my body goes limp within his hold. Weightless. In a fog of bliss and filth. Seconds later, Jax releases me, pulling out, grabbing his dick, and staggering back. I look up, watching him in the mirror as he tosses his head against the wall. His eyes close; his mouth hangs open, hard breaths coated with primitive groans rumbling from his chest as he comes on my back.
As soon as his orgasm has worn off, he glances up, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror. "Fuck."
I smile, pretending I am that girl who will just walk away from that guy. But I'm not. I'm really not.
“Down with the Sickness”—Disturbed
I can feel myself unraveling one strip of sanity at a time. What once I thought was normal, owed to me, now makes no sense anymore. My head is spinning, rage tearing through me like a drug. And it’s all because of her, because I allowed myself to feel something for someone else for the first time in my life. And how the hell could I let this happen? I’m stronger than this… or so I thought.
It's all moot at this point. I'm bloodthirsty, blood-starved despite my kill on the side of the road. With the potential of being caught looming and the only woman I've ever loved ripping the charcoal heart out of my chest, I don't give two measly fucks anymore. Let me die a murderous legend. I guarantee my books sell ten times better than they already have. When they know that the murders were real and they can quietly live in sick fascination of my work, hiding their true selves from everyone, I will live on forever.
Before any of that happens though… I'm going to kill everyone. Starting with Chastity, then Janine, then I'll play with Miranda and her lover just a little bit. I'll make them fuck for me. Not with his dick though—that'll have been long cut off, seared with a blowtorch to stop the bleeding. No, he'll fuck her with a loaded gun—maybe a machete. The one thing that is certain, as certain as the setting sun, is that they will pay, and they will feel my wrath.
Chastity climbs quickly into my car, shutting the door and eyeing the interior. "A Range Rover. Nice!" She slips a hand on my leg, and I nudge it away. Her gaze falls on me, a confused expression on her face. "Everything okay, Taylor?"
"My name's actually not Taylor," I say, my eyes still on the road. "It’s EA Mercer." I wait for reaction but get none.
"It's not surprising. A lot of people go by different names." She slips her hand onto my knee again, and once more, I brush it away. "Seriously, what the fuck?"
Her bitchy tone makes me want to slam her head into the dashboard until it's painted with brain matter.
"Fuck is exactly right. That's all I want tonight."
She looks around, finally realizing we aren't going to our usual motel. "Where are we headed?"
"To my house," I say, pulling the Range Rover onto the highway. "So the name EA Mercer doesn't ring a bell, huh?" I look at her, my eyes narrow, and she subtly backs away, a confused look on her face.
"Should it?" she asks, looking once more at the passing pines and moonlit road signs.
"It figures it wouldn't. People like you, Chastity, can't appreciate the art of the written word. God didn't gift you with that ability." I eye her up and down, my lip curled in disgust as if she had the plague. "He didn't gift you with much other than good looks and a tight pussy." I scoff and direct my attention back to the road. "And let me tell you, sweetheart, both of those fade, and as a fucking worthless street whore, I'm assuming they're going to fade real fast for you."
She backs up all the way to the door. "I want out of this fucking car right fucking now!"
"You're not fucking going anywhere." I shoot her a glare. "This is your destiny, sweetheart."
She starts to tremble, slamming her hand against the unlock button, but nothing happens.
A smile spreads across my face. "You think I'm that stupid? Childproof locks, my dear. Or slut-proof in this case."
Pulling a fist back, she thrusts it toward me just as I pull a cattle prod from my side door compartment and hit her in the stomach with it. Her body thrashes, eyes rolling, then she slams against the dashboard. Her body is limp, her eyes still open and staring right at me.
"Night, night, dear," I whisper, brushing her hair behind her ear before I turn my attention back to the dark, winding country road.
“Eyes on Fire”—Blue Foundation