Page 42 of Heartless Sinner

Well, put together until I hung her off the cliff.

I liked her better like this.

Messy. Comfortable.

“Swear to God, I hate that stupid motherfucker,” Daphne said into her phone.

My cock twitched, and I was certain she was talking about me.

She nodded a few times to whatever the person on the other line was saying.

I hated how much I enjoyed watching her.

Since the day she’d arrived at Saint Vale, her annoying ass had taken up permanent residence in my head.

I’d tried evicting her a thousand times, but she refused to leave.

Sophomore year was the first year she was eligible to become a Fawn. I’d debated choosing her ever since.

“Yes, a fucking cliff!” Daphne said. “I seriously thought I was going to die, Blair.”

I scratched my cheek, replaying last night in my head.

I hadn’t planned to hang her over the edge.

But hey, shit happens.

She’d pissed me off. I’d gotten my point across. No harm done.

Becoming a Son had changed me. Before my Initiation, I’d never killed anyone.

Now I was up to three. That little fact should’ve bothered me more than it did.

“If he’d actually dropped me, I’d have figured out a way to take him with me,” Daphne rambled into the phone.

I laughed.

Sure you would’ve, princess.

Leaning back, I made myself comfortable and listened to her bitch about me, turning her tiara between my hands. She spent another ten minutes doing it. I enjoyed every single one.

“All right, I’ll talk to you later,” she finally told Blair before hanging up.

She grabbed her laptop from her bag and returned to her stomach, feet kicking behind her again.

I answered a few texts, occasionally glancing over to make sure she hadn’t done anything interesting.

A faint moan came through my speakers, and my attention snapped toward the screen.

Porn moans. Not Daphne moans.

I knew the difference.

Daphne rolled onto her back and lifted her nightie, revealing pink panties in the camera’s direction.

Dirty talk sputtered through my speakers so low that I couldn’t make out the words.

My mouth went dry when Daphne slipped her hand under her panties. I zoomed in without an ounce of shame just as she ground her pussy against the bed.