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“You can,” he growls. There’s blood on his lips, his chin. Not that he seems to care—and it makes him look more like a warrior than anything else, fresh from battle. “You can and you will, Aspen. You’re going to come on my fingers. And then I’m going to put you in the shower and wash the blood from us, and I’m going to worship your body again.”
I close my eyes.
“You want to know why, little viper?” He twists those fingers inside me, finding some new way to elicit a moan from my lips. “Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”
He dives back down before I can respond.
I’m pretty sure he just told me he loves me.
But my mind has blanked.
I come, just like he promised.
And I’m sure the rest will follow, too.
38
STEELE
“Ithink Aspen has a stalker.”
My announcement is met with silence.
Greyson and Knox exchange a glance, then focus on me. Greyson is no doubt remembering last year, and Violet’s troubles. Miles seems more concerned, his brows drawing down. Jacob, a graduated senior from last year, also occupies our couch. He’s got a few days off and decided to join us. Coach asked him back, I guess. But he’s gracing us with his presence.
“Her sheet music was stolen,” I add. “And I’m thinking I fucked up with the website. It probably led to someone trying to get in touch with her. When that didn’t work, they escalated. I don’t know.”
For the last four days, I’ve been scouring campus, around her apartment building, the whole freaking neighborhood, for signs of disruption. Or an outsider lingering around Aspen where they shouldn’t.
Instead, I’ve found absolutely nothing.
Knox frowns. “Has she said she thinks she has a stalker?”
“No.” I cross my arms. We’ve got hockey practice soon, and it’s rare to find everyone all together nowadays. “I just feel like something is off.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Greyson grabs his bag and swings it over his shoulder. “How are you going to catch a phantom stalker?”
“I’m working on that,” I grumble.
But it means more watching Aspen. Which, all in all, isn’t a bad pastime. I just know if someone wants to take her from me, they’re going to have a hell of a fight on their hands.
“Let’s head over,” Greyson urges. “We’ll mull it over on the ice, yeah?”
The others climb to their feet and get their stuff. I’m glad that they didn’t outright laugh, even if they don’t believe me. I’m not even sure I’m right—I just know that when Aspen thought I took her music binder, it felt wrong. Like someone wanted her to suspect me.
Well, why wouldn’t she?
My love comes out like torture—it’s luck that I found someone who enjoys that sort of thing. Humiliation, pain. The desperate sort of shame I crave.
I’ve always known there was something wrong with me. Something fucked up in my brain that just wouldn’t let me have a normal relationship. Having sex with girls, sure. Most of the puck bunnies who followed the team even let me do some out-of-the-box stuff. Or,inthe box, maybe. Tie them up, spank them.
Aspen understands.
She and I are cut from the same cloth. We need the same things.
But if the stalker wanted her to suspect me, it means they want to frame me. Right?
Which means they have a vendetta against me as well as her.
