Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
"Ace!” She let out a moan. “We’re in the elevator. Aren’t their cameras?”
“Nope, not in this one.” I grinned, reached for my gun, quickly turning around and pointing it at his head before he knew what was happening. He’d been watching, distracted. “Hi sunshine, anything you’d like to tell us?"
He gaped.
"They must have offered you a lot knowing you’d probably get killed tonight, so that means they’re testing security. Well, they’ll have to get through me to get to her and I don’t fuck around.” I pointed the gun at his left knee cap and pulled the trigger. “Ouch, must hurt.”
He stumbled, grabbing for the side of the elevator car, screaming, “You lunatic! You broke my knees!”
I shot the other kneecap. With another scream, he collapsed against the floor as blood spewed down his pant legs.
“No, now I broke both of your knees. Who do you work for?”
He went quiet. Then, through gritted teeth, he said, “Kill me.”
I shrugged. “Too easy. I’m more curious than anything. Why don’t you crawl back to where you came from and let them know I’d be open to talking so we can put all this violence behind us, hmmm?”
He frowned. “What?”
“You heard me.” I hit the penthouse button. “This is us. If you follow, breathe, or sneeze in our direction I’m putting a bullet between your eyes, got it?”
"Yes.”
“Good.” I pulled Raven with me off the elevator. “Have a lovely evening. What was your name again?”
He stared me down. “Chuck.”
"Night, Chuck.” I hit the down button and walked over to the penthouse door, scanned our key card and started shrugging out of my jacket.
"Brutal.” She sighed. “Even for you. He’s going to have to crawl to get anywhere. He’ll be wishing for death.”
"The human body can handle a lot, Raven. Besides, he was staring at your ass, and that’s my ass.”
“Your ass?”
“Yes, I hissed. “Because your life is now mine, and your body as well, so staring at your ass is uncalled for. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.”
She sat down on the white comforter and leaned back on her elbows. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type.”
She was so stunning, sitting the way she was. I wanted to look anywhere but into her hypnotic eyes. I had no choice, though. I had a lifetime of this ahead of me. I might as well accept it and say thank you even though I’d be living a life of deserved torture. I wondered in that moment if her child would think of me as their dad? Would he or she call me that? Would she let them? Why did I care? This was a business arrangement, nothing more, nothing less. I had to think of it that way so my heart didn’t rip to shreds inside my chest and leave nothing left but lungs without the ability to breathe in oxygen. “I don’t like sharing, remember?”
“I do.” Her eyes flickered to my chest. “I should probably go shower or something and get ready for—”
“No need.” I pulled her to her feet and started to help her take off her dress. “I’ll get you completely undone first and then I’ll draw you a bath, not too warm, but warm enough to help soothe your muscles.”
"That’s actually nice of you.”
"I thought of drowning you in it later but—”
“Very funny.” Her hands shook as I slowly unzipped the back. She had gone for a modern dress thing, very modern, something that screamed Raven Alfero. I loved the easy access. I had no buttons to fight with and yet it didn’t matter did it? How fast or how slow I took off that dress and let it pool on the floor by her blood red heels.
I could look but not touch.
Remember her taste and never have it again.
I slowly tugged the dress down once it was loose enough and let it fall to the ground in a heap. Inwardly, I cursed as my eyes roamed over her shoulder blades and curved back. Her plump ass was barely covered with a scrap of lace that rose up around her ass cheeks and cut into her hips. My hands would fit perfectly there. My thumbs would rub down her skin while my fingers pulsed with the need to dig into her flesh and my mouth watered to nibble down her neck.
It was stupid but it was an excuse, wasn’t it? To touch her just once. I ran my fingertips down her spine. “You’re cold.”
“I’m half naked,” she answered crossing her arms in front of her.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
One.
Two.
Three.
I had three seconds with her skin before my hands dropped to my sides. “I’ll go draw you that bath now.”
“Wait.” She turned, her arms covering her breasts. “Can we maybe just sit in bed for a while? I’m still a bit freaked out over what happened in the elevator, it’s been a long week and—” She made a face.