Celia Aaron

“Yes, we. After all, we’re a team. We took out the bad guy.”

“I thought I was the bad guy in your story?”

“You aren’t the bad guy after all. Psycho? Yes. But you’re the hero of my story.”

“I’m yours, and so is the baby.”

He froze, his eyes wide. “You mean you’re…right now…you’re…” He lifted off me, but I grabbed on tighter and pulled him back.

“You can’t hurt it. It’s early. But it’s true. I’m pregnant.”

When she was out, I wiped the blood from my nose, then pulled Camille into my lap. She was limp, like a perfect doll. I tucked her head under my chin and wrapped my arms around her.

She slumbered peacefully as the monster in my chest hummed in anticipation of its next meal

She didn’t sleep, not until the sun began to peek around the edges of the heavy curtains along my wide windows. So many times I wanted to touch her, pull her into my arms. But she’d fight me, which I didn’t mind. She could also hurt herself, which I did mind

You win.” I rose, hoping he hadn’t noticed that I’d tucked the fork inside my sleeve.

“I won the moment I found you.” His tone was soft, and his eyes were uncharacteristically warm,

She hugged her knees to her chest and wouldn’t meet my eyes. I wanted to tell her it was all right that she was angry, wanted to hold her in my arms while she talked to me about nothing and everything. But her withdrawn air told me I’d best keep my distance.

Go to sleep. I’m tired of your robot analysis and your stalking and—really, I’m just tired of you.”

“Sure you are.” I relished the reverberating pain of her teeth marks. “Next time, draw blood.”

“Psycho.”

I kissed her hair again and relaxed into my pillow. “Your psycho.”

The smile, the real one, spread across her pouty lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever rendered a man speechless before, especially not a psychopath.”

I gripped her hips, and she didn’t move away. The slinky material was smooth beneath my fingertips. Either she wore a thong or no panties at all. How was I going to make it through dinner with this vixen? I already wanted to make her scream. By the time we were done with dinner, I’d be begging her for just a lick along her sweet pussy.

“Fucking hell I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you.” My words came out in an uncharacteristic rush.

Her blue eyes sparkled. “Thank you.”