Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
A red dot is lighting up Samuel’s temple.
It is the obvious kill shot of a skilled marksman.
When Samuel’s focus shifts to my exposed neck, too impatient to let a girl think, much less give consent, I shoot my eyes in the direction the sniper light is coming from.
My heart launches into my throat when I spot the steely blue eyes of Grayson staring back at me. He’s lying in the oversized tub in the bathroom, peering down the scope of a weapon that will leave Samuel without a brain cell when its bullet rockets through his skull.
Many thoughts whistle through the gallows of my overworked head, but only one sounds on repeat. How did Grayson find me so fast?
Anyone would swear the first thing he did when I left was bring up every morsel of information about my date. He’s acting like a neurotic ex, and it does wild things to my insides that Samuel’s attention could never replicate.
Although my insides are tap dancing, it doesn’t change the facts. I need intel, and I needed it yesterday.
While moaning like I haven’t noticed how much spit Samuel has left on my neck, I silently plead for Grayson to give me professional courtesy, to acknowledge that I’m as good an agent as he is. I have what it takes to bring Samuel down, even more so now that Grayson is here, handling the situation. I just need him to have faith in me, to believe in me as I have always believed in him.
Although Grayson’s expression doesn’t alter, the fact that Samuel’s hand makes its way to my breast without incident announces his decision. He trusts me, and I trust him, and the knowledge is addictive enough to make me giddy.
9
GRAYSON
My finger hugs the trigger of my semi-automatic M110 sniper rifle firmer for every grope Samuel does to Macy’s breasts. He fondles them as if he knows that both her stomach and her chest are compliments of her unborn baby’s growth, and the knowledge doesn’t gross him out.
I understand why. Regretfully.
The merchandise is not for sampling by low-ranked goons like Samuel. The women organizations like his kidnap are for the top of the food chain. They’re for the men and women who want untouched, virginal surrogates. They would never accept a woman men had manhandled and passed around.
That’s why Samuel is getting his rocks off with his own version of a surrogate.
He’s done the same thing a few times during the past four months. His antics only came to light when he got a little rough with a mother-to-be, and she reported him to the local authorities.
Elise showed up dead earlier this month, which has me suspicious that her murder is why Samuel chose an alias for his date tonight.
Though tense, Macy stays composed as she questions Samuel. She mentions her baby bump multiple times, implying that she’s afraid it might turn him off.
Samuel assures her it doesn’t, and although Macy gets close to making him slip on multiple occasions, mainly while his focus is on her extended stomach, he keeps his cards close to his chest.
I don’t see him getting close to spilling anything decent until he has spilled his load inside of Macy. Since I refuse to allow that to happen on my watch, I light up Samuel’s temple with my sniper scope again, wordlessly announcing to Macy that her time is up.
She flares her nostrils, but after a quick gesture of agreement, she relays my message to Samuel. She slips her hands down his boxer shorts, as he’s endeavored to force her to do multiple times since he stripped out of his pre-cum stained trousers, and then she grips his junk in a determined hold.
Samuel jerks back in an instant, his expression pained. “Whoa, hold on, sweetheart. Not all men like it rough.”
“Really?” It’s fucked to admit this right now, but Macy’s sexpot voice could make any man hard. Myself included. “Because from what I’ve heard, Sammy, you like it rough.”
She clamps down on his genitals so firmly this time around that I stealthily move out of the bathroom and into the main room of the penthouse without alerting Samuel to my presence until he smells my cologne.
“What the fuck?” he murmurs, shocked by my arrival. “Whatever kinky shit you two are into can stay between you. I’m not interested.”
His cheeks redden when Macy’s grip makes even me grimace. She’s seconds away from castrating him with her bare hands. “Once again, that isn’t what I’ve heard, Sammy.”
When Samuel thickens below the belt more with every squeeze, Macy yanks her hand out of his boxers before using a tactic that all agents apply to subdue and arrest a criminal. She pinches the pressure point in his shoulder, folding his knees out from underneath him, before she twists him away from her.