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An ex-cannibal with tendencies that make me sure that it’ll never be completely in his past.

And he’s mine. He’s made that clear from the very beginning, hasn’t he? Ever since he brought me home drugged in the back of his car. Ever since the first time I could’ve run away, not come back, and gone to the police.

But I hadn’t.

“I want you.” Jed’s growl against my ear is sharp and hoarse. Despite the heat from the shower, I still shiver, especially when I feel his fingers at my slit. “I want you so bad, Saylor.Fuck,I always want you.”

He drops to his knees unexpectedly, his hands on my thighs as he peers up at me. Water runs across his face, catching on his eyelashes as he stares up at me from behind a mask of dark, streaked blood.

There must be something wrong with me that my breath catches in my throat. My fingers wind through his hair, sticky and stiff with blood, but I don’t mind that, or the way it transfers to my skin. He licks me, his eyes never leaving mine, and soon his licks become deeper, less teasing, before at last he buries his bloody face against my pussy and shoves his tongue inside of me, like he’ll never be able to get enough.

And fuck, maybe I can’t get enough either. There’s something that makes it hotter, knowing the blood on his face is rubbing off against my thighs. And the blood swirling down the drain definitely doesn’t give me pause in the way that it should while he eats me out like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have.

I have a problem.

And Jed is the only solution I care to explore.

He doesn’t wait for me to come this time. He’s too impatient, but so am I. I urge him onward when he stands up to slam me into the wall, guiding my leg up onto the bench to give him betteraccess before the serial killer slams into me, his cock making me see stars.

“I love you,” he pants in my ear. “Or,damn.If this isn’t love, it’s close enough for me. I don’t care that I only met you a week ago. You’remine, princess.” He nips at my ear, my throat, and finally settles on sinking his teeth into my lower lip as he fucks me. “And I will kill anyone who thinks they can change that. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” I pant, turning as my hips move to meet his movements. “I think we’re fucked up as hell, but I hear you.”

His grating, growling laugh reaches my ears, and I gasp at a particularly deep thrust. “Maybe we are,” he agrees. “But I’d rather be fucked up with you, than sane with anyone else.”

“Yeah?” My head spins, and I know I should have a better answer than that. “You really think—” He cuts me off with a harsh kiss, his movements becoming erratic as blood streams down his face from his hair, leaving dark lines of red on his skin and mine.

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think we’re forever?”' I know it’s a dumb question; that it’s too soon to tell. I barely know him, and this is definitely the honeymoon phase. But I can’t help the words as they leave my mouth, nor can I help but watch the rivulets of crimson trail along our skin.

“Yes,” Jed promises, and there’s no hesitation in his words, in his voice, as he pins me in place and sinks into me with a groan. “You and I are forever, Saylor. Till death and after. I promise you, I won’t have it any other way.”

And for all the fear that flutters in my heart, in my chest, and clenches my stomach, any words of reason are lost as I come, body clenching around him.

He’s terrifying, a murderer, and probably a psychopath.

He’s covered in blood, and it drips onto me as he fucks me.

Jed is a monster out of my darkest nightmares.

And he’s all mine.