Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

my history and women could either be really distant—which
suited me just fine—or they were really into it, like I was some
dangerous animal, and it totally turned them on. While some
were of the opinion that I took advantage of Winter, and
judged the gossip they heard about my weird sexual appetite
for watching others, no one saw that video and thought I
forced her.
I was either the victim of a technicality or a deviant who
messed with a girl they didn’t know was far from a one-night
stand.
Winter’s age wasn’t the problem to me. I didn’t even see it.
The crime was, I couldn’t tell her who I was.
And the crime was, she didn’t love me back.
Her heart was so shallow she couldn’t understand and
know that I was real. Every moment with her, I was real. I
would’ve been faithful, and I would’ve died protecting her.
As soon as she knew, though, she cut me out. It was over.
That quickly, she hated me, her fickle heart abandoning me
and completely forgetting it all.
I was going to take great pleasure in making sure she never
stopped hating me.
And at twenty-one, there was no question she was old
enough for what I just did to her. I’d wanted to fuck her like
that since I moved into the house, and she had come
downstairs in her skimpy little shorts and tank top that night
looking for her dog. She didn’t deserve better.
I tightened my fist, crushing the cigarette and closing my
eyes through the burn being snuffed out on the inside of my
palm.
And a smile curled my lips, thinking about what I should
do next. Maybe Will or Alex—or both—would like to join me
for the next round.
Winter seemed to like them, after all.
Opening my eyes, I saw her and Alex step out of the
restroom, Winter’s clothes and hair back in order, but her face