We stayed like that, his body poised over mine, and me unable to break free. Nothing but rapid breaths, unblinking eyes, and licking lips were between us. As I watched him watching me, I wondered why I felt no fear, despite what I’d just seen. And maybe I was fucked up, but I shifted my thighs open ever so slightly, just to test if he was, in fact, as turned on as I was. I felt his hardened length, and an electric jolt of desire shot straight through me. We were both twisted fucks.
When I moved again, Rogue groaned, the low timber vibrating against my chest. He pinned me down even harder, his hands on me, forcing me still.
“You better keep quiet about what you saw, Scar,” he ordered, his voice unyielding. “I’ll kill you just like I killed him, you hear me? I won’t think twice about it.”
There was less venom in his voice than before, and despite this confusing interaction, his words were a harsh reminder of why I was running in the first place. I bucked beneath him, dying to break free, but loving the friction of my movements, too.
“You killed a man,” I whispered, mostly out of shock, like saying it outloud made it more real somehow. “You killed him, and you didn’t even hesitate. What’s wrong with you?”
My judgmental words instantly made the hatred reappear in his eyes. “Shut up!” he roared, before moving one of the hands to wrap around my neck. He squeezed just enough to tease between the line of suffocation and carnal bliss. I moaned as a sticky substance coated my skin and traveled down my chest. When I glanced down, I realized it was the dead man’s blood.
I gave Rogue a challenging stare before swallowing my fear. “Make me,” I said huskily.
He blinked at me, like he couldn’t believe those words has just left my lips. “You want me to make you, Scar?” he asked, his voice like a growl.
I stared at him, trying to gauge his expression, feeling the damp earth soak into my nearly naked back and ass. He was so much harsher out here, in the dark night. The sharp angles of his face made him seem even more sinister, but it filled me with a thrill of anticipation.
“You think I’m afraid of you, and you’re right. But you’re wrong about why,” I retorted, proud that my voice sounded so steady. “So go ahead and make your threats, Rogue. And then get the fuck off me.”
I watched as a slow smile spread across his face, his bright teeth nearly glowing in the dark. “Then you’re stupider than I thought. Because you should be scared of me for every reason.”
His hand on my neck tightened, effectively cutting off air to my windpipe. A small sound of protest managed to escape me, but that was it. My hands clawed at his hold, but he just laughed at how easily beaten I was. The box I was keeping my emotions in was starting to burst, and a deep-set fear was quickly taking over me. Rogue Kelly killed a man, what the fuck was I doing? Why did I want this?
I wouldn’t be beaten. I refused. I could have let him terrify me, break me like he broke that man, but it seemed like no matter what Rogue did to me, I kept coming back for more. So instead of going on the defensive, I dropped my hands to his hips, letting my fingers curl under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. At the same time, I jutted my own hips up again, grinding myself against him.
My movement completely took him off guard, and just as my vision was starting to dot, he released the pressure around my neck, and I took in a rasping breath. But I didn’t stop what I’d started. There was no stopping now.
I looked up at him as my fingers pressed against the rigid muscles of his stomach. He was completely hard now, much harder than before. The erratic pulse at his neck looked like a ticking bomb. All I wanted to do was set him off. I wanted us both to explode.
His breath caught when my hand dipped lower, over his jeans to let the heel of my palm rub down his length. He swallowed hard, his eyes unblinking as he watched me with an expression I couldn’t read.
“You’re gonna end up dead,” he said, his tone flat.
I shrugged a shoulder. “We all do.”
I barely had out the last word before his lips crashed down to mine. He squeezed my neck and jaw, completely controlling my angle and movements. His teeth came down over my bottom lip, instantly splitting open the cut that I’d gotten from Stephanie. But I didn’t care. The pressure of his hand, the painful bite, the hard jut of his hips digging into me, the feel of his length against my hand—I loved it all.
And then, just like that, he pulled away.
Chapter Ten
I was fucked up.
Not just the slight unhinging a person got on occasion. No, I was twisted. Completely and totally corrupted. I didn’t even know where to start. I should have been running for the police, but instead, I stood in a field and watched them dispose a body on the Kelly’s private lake. I wasn’t even scared. I was fascinated. Utterly captivated at this new side of the Heirs that I’d never seen before, despite being their best friend for over a decade. I couldn’t help but wonder what other shadows they’d hidden from me. I never imagined that they would be capable of this.
I watched Bonham and Luis toss the bulky, bloodied sheets wrapped around the dead man into the water. He landed with a splash, and then effectively sank to the bottom, thanks to the bricks tied with rope around his body.
I should have been planning my escape. I might have been able to outrun them, or maybe even scream. It was strange to think that while the students of Smith Academy got drunk at Rogue’s house, we were just on the outskirts of his property, covering up a murder. I wrapped my arms around my middle to fend off the chill in the air as I watched them. Despite everything, all I could think of was how it felt like I belonged again. Like I was in their group once more. And it felt good.
Yep. I was definitely fucked up.
I shivered, the movement drawing Rogue’s attention. He then stripped out of his shirt and tossed it at me. “Put it on.”
I watched with hungry eyes as he ran a hand over his abs and averted his gaze. All I could think of was how his legs had dug into mine when he’d held me down. I wanted him to do it again. I wanted to be held at his mercy and give in to my darkest desires.
“The party’s our alibi,” Rogue added with a frown before cracking his knuckles.
I went to put the soft cotton shirt on when I realized it was covered in splatters of blood. I could smell the death clinging to the fabric as I shoved my arms through the sleeves.
He hadn’t once spoken to me since his cruel kiss in the woods. He just ordered me to come with him. I watched as Luis washed the blood off his hands in the lake. We used to skinny dip under the moon in this very lake. I wondered if this was the first body they’d dumped here.
I’d never swim here again.
“Are we sure this will work?”
“You know how my father likes to fish,” Rogue said, his tone dark as he stared out over the water. “He just stocked this thing full of catfish. I bet they’re picking bones by morning.” I swallowed at the visual as another shiver traveled up my spine.
“Surprised you haven’t tried running again,” Luis said, drawing my attention away from my visions of floating corpses and bloodthirsty fish. He pulled at the elastic of his waistband and spun around before stripping out of his bloodied shirt.
I trailed my eyes down his muscular back, freezing at the swipe of blood on his hip.