4
Imay be a big girl, but by the time I manage to get out of my bonds, it’s morning.
In other words, it was fine.
Until I needed to pee.
There’s just no way I’m peeing in my Hermes bedsheets.
Luckily, Finn tied me down with masking tape, which I’m used to. I manage to wriggle out of them at last, then nearly pee right then and there when I sit up unthinkingly, causing spasms of pain in both my holes as the rifle and ax handle twist inside me.
It could’ve been a lot worse. That rifle could have gone off, and shot up my… I really don’t want to think about that.
Sucking in deep breaths, I pull out both weapons, realizing for the first time just how achy I am. Then I use the sharp edge of the ax to cut through the masking tape at my ankles.
I am so sore. I don’t think I’ve ever been this sore before. My ass and pussy are on fire, and the rest of me is both stiff from the night spent tied up and the 200-pound workout yesterday.
After peeing for what feels like ten minutes, I grab two Advil from the medicine cabinet and wash them down with a big glass of water. Then I hobble into the shower, and let the scalding water soothe me.
I click the side button on my phone to turn on the screen, and gasp when I see the time. Shit. I mean crap. No, shit.
Now that I’ve let out a few curse words, it’s hard to stop.
And it’s equally hard to scramble into my clothes, wincing at every movement, before racing across campus to my first class.
Biology. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. And not just because Biology is my passion. It’s also because, smiling at the class from the front of the lecture hall, stands my next victim.
Professor Alistair Cotton. The man who stole my mother’s research and passed it off as his own.
Oddly, I don’t feel as excited as I usually do when I think about my next kill. I guess the thrill I got last night kind of overshadows it.
Never in a million years would I have thought sex could create anywhere near the kind of serotonin rush that comes from plunging my knife into human flesh.
But yesterday wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t even sex. It was a man who wants to kill me, fucking me with his weapons while taunting me about my Daddy.
Honestly, is there anything sexier than that?
Heat rushes to the space between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs, trying to take the edge off my arousal. Thank god I sat in the very back row of the lecture hall.
But then, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“Oh, fuck.”
It’s him—he’s here.
I’ve always prided myself on being stealthy, but I let this guy creep right up on me. He sits down and all I can do is stare at him, my mouth opening and shutting.
If this is how I’m going to act around him, he might actually have a shot at killing me.
“Hey baby,” he says easily, settling down in his chair. “Aren’t you going to say hi to your daddy?”
I try to stifle my panic under a cold glare.
“What the hell are you doing here? Campbell will freak if he sees his son’s kill—”
I interrupt myself with an awkward cough. I’ve gotten so used to the lie, I’ve nearly said it to the only other person in this world who knows the truth about that night.
That other person sinks backward in his chair, his arm reaching out to wrap around my shoulder.
“Take notes for me.”
I give him the most frigid look I can manage. “There’s no fucking way they let you in.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not actually enrolled. I’m just sitting in on this class for the sole pleasure of observing—you. I’d rather wipe my ass with a cheese grater than attend Devil College. Also, language.”
“What?” I blink at him in confusion.
“You said fucking.”
“I did not say fucking!”
“You just said it again.”
“I… that’s not even… fuck!”
I whip my attention back to my computer, opening a new word document and preparing to take notes. I can’t remember the last time I was nervous, but I’ve been battling with that uncomfortable sensation ever since I heard Finn had been released.
The nerves don’t come from knowing he wants me dead—that I can handle. But the way he makes my core twist—that, I don’t know what the hell to do with. No one else ever had such an effect on me. Who knew all it took was fucking my ass with a rifle butt while calling me a good girl?
Though if I’m being honest with myself, it started a long time ago. Back at that party in high school.
“Oh, is that really what you want?” he smirks.
“What I… want?” I ask in confusion, trying to remember what we’re talking about.
“Just keep swearing, baby, and you’ll really get what’s coming to you. I told you, didn’t I? I’m your daddy now.”
I toss my hair back angrily while flipping him off.
There’s just no way he’d dare to do anything in this packed lecture hall. He only wants to taunt me, to get me hot and bothered. Well, he’s done that alright. I just need to try to keep my cool from now on.
He snorts. “Well, as you like. Usually I’m a bit more of a foreplay kind of guy…”
“Right,” I scoff. “I realized that when I woke up spread-eagled and got, well…”
“Railed by the thickest ax handle your pussy’s ever seen,” he supplements.
“The only ax handle my pussy’s ever seen.”
“Poor pussy,” he says, reaching under my skirt to pat the space between my legs possessively.
I gasp, squeezing my thighs together, but it’s too late. He knows.
“You’re a real little slut, aren’t you?” he gloats, grabbing my hand so I feel my arousal on his palm. Your panties are soaked.”
“I’ll send you the drycleaning bill,” I grumble. “It’s Agent Provocateur.”
“I have no idea what that is, but I bet it’s nice. Is it nice, Cass? Let me take a peak.”
He slips a finger up my skirt, stroking my upper thigh then fiddling with my waistband before trailing a thumb against the hem, inches away from my folds.
It feels too good. It feels way too good.
“Stop.”
“Tell me you’re not turned on, you little slut,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”
“I’m not turned on,” I snap, loudly enough that the person in front of me glances back. “I’m not turned by the pathetic loser who’s way too obsessed with me. Honestly, it’s just sad. I feel sorry for you, Finn.”
I can’t think of a more hurtful thing to say, but he only laughs softly. “Don’t be sorry, baby. It’s a lot of fun being obsessed with you.”
He turns back to the front, watching as the professor drones on. He never removes his arm from my shoulder, absentmindedly twirling strands of my hair between his fingers.
I tell myself I don’t react because there’s no point to it, but the truth is… it feels nice.
I guess I have been starved for touch since Daddy died.
The one-night stands I had in the tundra didn’t come with cuddling.
What’s wrong with enjoying just a little human contact?
Especially since one of us is bound to die soon—I can’t confidently say which one anymore, after allowing myself to get outsmarted like that.
“Have you ever thought about what happens next?” he asks suddenly, startling me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“After I kill you, I mean.”
“Oh.” I crack my knuckles. “I guess I’d join you in Hell, since I’d have killed you first.”
“Ha. I mean the hyperfixation thing. The D. You know they gave it a name? The two drugs, when they’re given together. They call them the D, after Devil. Bet they didn’t really think it through. Imagine telling someone you’ve got plans to get the D tonight…”
“Finn.”
“Hmm?”
“Shut up.”
He chuckles, tightening his grip around my arms until I wince. “I mean, what happens once I’ve killed you? Or once you finish off those fifteen people on your list? Like… where does all that energy go?”
I’m not even surprised that he knows there are fifteen people left on my list. By now I’ve come to terms with the fact that he just seems to know… everything about me.
I’ll never admit it, but his question haunts me. It’s the reason I’m drawing out those kills. What comes after?
The only person I know of, besides Finn and me, to have experienced the effects of… the D… is my mother. And she was shot down before she could find out what came after.
I guess death, of some form or another, awaits me too.
But I’ll never breathe a word of my thoughts to Finn. Instead, I mutter, “Fuck off.”
His chuckle deepens into a warm laugh that makes my core clench.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, baby?” His raspy voice sends more wetness pooling to my panties. “You know, you sent me to prison for five years. Five whole fucking years. You really think I don’t have it in me to spank you in a lecture hall?”
My eyes widen and I turn to him to tell him exactly what I think of him, but before I can, he drags me out of my chair and lies me across his knee, my laptop falling to the ground.
“I told you I was gonna be your Daddy now. I’m gonna spank that brattiness right out of you. No more swearing for you, baby.”
I’ve always considered myself strong, but I’m nothing compared to him. He’s got a whole foot on me, and he could easily fit four of my biceps in his. The man is a giant, and I’ve never been more aware of it than right now, as I flail helplessly in his hold.
“Finn… Finn… what are you doing? Let me go!”
I speak the words in a hiss, still hoping he won’t actually follow through on what he’s threatening me with. I mean, he can’t, right? There must be one hundred students here. He can’t possibly… right?
For the moment, only a few people around us have noticed, and they turn to smirk at us and whisper. Goddammit, I don’t think I’ve ever blushed before, but it feels like I’ve been blushing nonstop since last night.
“Finn… stop that. Put me down!”
“Is this how Daddy used to do it?” he taunts, then flips up the Chanel skirt I wore today without thinking.
Oh my god. This isn’t happening. Fuck!
I try to get out of his hold, try to whip my skirt back down, but still, I don’t dare struggle too much. Most of the students haven’t noticed… yet.
But I’m in my Agent Provocateur panties with my skirt flipped up, lying over some guy’s lap in a lecture hall, and I have a feeling every one of the hundred or so students in this place are going to realize what’s happening… and soon.