KNOX
Her scent is all over me. Cherry, vanilla, and s*x. So much s*x. I tell myself the latter is all because her ass is just beside my face.
I can still taste her on my f*****g tongue.
Every step up the stairs feels like I’m heading towards my own slaughter.
What the f**k have I done?
Sierra was pulling into the driveway while my tongue was in her best friend’s p***y.
I’m a sick f**k.
But when she squirms on my shoulders and mutters, “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t move,” with that charmingly sweet voice of hers that makes my c**k twitch, I feel absolutely no regret.
All I want to do is take her into my room and finish what we started, leave marks all over her body so wherever she goes in this bloody city, they know she’s taken.
She’s mine.
That’s how I know I have to end
