That first shriek, the first horrified gasp, it never ceased to bring a smile to my face. Yet, the appetizing scent of fear and sex taunted me. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. Gazing down at the pretty brunette in my bed, I considered the many ways I could kill her. In a nasty mood, the only thing that would satisfy me was blood and death. And maybe a little more sex in between. “Kale?” My name was barely a whisper, as if she were afraid to speak. So she should be. I had no intention of allowing her to leave here alive. Not this time. With a finger on her lips, I shushed her. She peered at me with wide brown eyes. I was growing tired of the game. Still, her warm, naked body felt good against mine. The softness of her skin invited me to take her one more time. I licked the blood that spilled from the wound in her neck. This was my third encounter with her, and I still didn’t know her name.
