Chapter 43
No. I don’t want to believe my eyes, even though I can see the scene clearly. They’re making love with such passion that even my own skin warms.
He’s holding her with such love, kissing her so feverishly… He lifts his hips to sink even deeper. He wants to give her pleasure—wants her to come before he does.
My own desire warms me up in the cold night.
No one is holding me, no one is kissing me passionately, and yet I can still feel his lips on mine. I close my eyes. For a moment, I imagine myself in her place. The sighs, kisses, and other sounds fill this lonely, dark night with life.
I don’t feel it’s inappropriate to watch them. Still, poison seeps into my cells, igniting a mad, destructive fury in my heart.
I’m so close to them. It would be so easy to ruin the moment. But this is the moment he has been waiting for.
Chase Baker has won her trust. He’s frighteningly good at manipulating people, just like his brother. In the week I’ve been following them, I see that Chase never makes a move, never tries to get closer. He’s biding his time, waiting. Waiting for her to make a move. And she does.
They’re making love.
She thinks she’s in control, but she’s wrong, I think. Baker is playing with her mind, keeping her trapped in the illusion she’s built for herself.
I can’t swallow my disgust—it twists my mouth into a grimace. I bite my lip. Warm blood is trickling down my chin.
The right moment is close. Maybe tonight is my night. She is so dumb, so na?ve. She believes every word Chase tells her. She trusts him. Maybe that will make his betrayal even more painful. She’ll suffer even more from the fact that she gave herself to a murderer, to a lunatic.
I crouch behind a tall mound and open the diary. I flip back to the man’s first entry. I want to understand why he chose her.
I’ll leave as soon as they’re finished.
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