Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“Admit it. Admit you are the killer, and I might go easy on you,” I hiss into her ear, licking the rim, because her taste is still so intoxicating I can’t stop myself.
“Has it been so hard for you?” she asks. “To stop thinking about me?”
Her eyes connect with mine sideways, as we fight for control.
Her lips part, breath escaping her. “Kiss me.”
This woman is insane.
Absolutely fucking deranged.
A psycho killer who’s wormed his way into my goddamn mind so badly that my lips instinctively veer closer to hers.
And I slam them on top of hers, kissing her with greed so palpable, it makes my heart quake behind my rib cage. I steal whatever breath she had left with my tongue slipping inside, rolling around hers, staking my claim on her goddamn filthy body.
What has she done to me?
She snatches a knife from my own damn pocket and cuts me in the arm. I retract, bleeding, and she kicks me in the stomach.
“I know you still want me,” she says. “But you’ve been a very bad boy. And I don’t think you deserve these lips.”
She wipes her stained lipstick all over her own cheeks and laughs like a maniac. “Now come on, pretty boy, let’s fight. For real this time.”
She drops the knives one by one, even the ones from her pocket and her chest, and she even sneaks out a knife from her boot, dropping all of them to the ground as if she’s inviting me to fisticuffs. And fuck me, I might as well engage, because this is my only goddamn shot at nailing this woman.
“Alright then,” I say, dropping my knife on the floor as well, then placing my gun on the desk behind me. “Have it your way.”
I raise my fists, and we spin around each other, throwing hooks left and right.
“You only kill men.”
She smirks and throws me a jab, but it misses. “Astute observation. It seems only men have died so far. Deserved, if you ask me. But I never said I was the killer.”
She throws out another punch, right on the side of my jaw, and I flinch, then grab her fist, and punch back, same place. I miss.
“Am I your next victim?” I ask.
She pauses, curiosity flashing in her eyes. “Now, why would you ask that?”
I throw out another punch, but she sidesteps. “You’ve been stalking me since the moment my face appeared on the news.”
She giggles. “I just think your face is pretty.” She swipes at me again, but I avoid a direct hit. “Shame I’ll have to rearrange it.”
We’re both excellent at dodging each other’s attacks, to the point where this almost looks more like a dance than a brawl.
“How do you choose your victims, then? Humor me.”
She licks her sultry lips. “I thought you were the cop who already knows everything?”
Always trying to get under my skin.
Suddenly, she knocks me off balance and shoves me up against the desk, pinning me down by the throat. “Tell me you’ve done your research, Detective Foley.”
“They’re all perps,” I reply between ragged breaths because her sharp nails are squeezing off what little oxygen I can suck in.
“Exactly. They are perps. Bad men. And you want them gone from this world too, don’t you?” she asks, frowning, like she doesn’t understand why I don’t agree with her methods.
I grab her wrist, struggling to breathe properly, but her nails only further dig into my flesh.
“Killing is never the way to go about things.”
She leans in, hissing. “Killing is the only way to get real revenge.”
My eyes narrow. “Is that what you’re after? Revenge?”
There’s an intoxicating smile on her lips, and it turns me mad with lust. My cock springs up the moment she presses down on my chest. She’s so close I can taste her breath on my lips.
“The taste is so sweet, I can’t ever have enough,” she whispers, and she slams her lips on mine so violently I actually fucking moan.
She grabs my package, rubbing my hard-on right through the fabric of my pants, and I’m actually fucking moaning while kissing her back.
Fuck.
“They deserve to rot in jail,” I say between her delicious kisses.
She bites down on my lip, and I hiss in pain as the metallic taste of blood hits my tongue.
“Then you and I disagree fundamentally.”
She pulls back, and it almost—almost—makes me fucking regret that I said anything at all. Fuck, I hate how badly she's made me want her.
She kicks me in the balls, and I buckle over and heave in pain as I slither to the floor while she walks away to gather all of her knives again, tucking them all into her waistband. As I come up for air and my hand slips toward the desk, her heels click-clack on the floor toward me, and she snatches the gun away before I manage to reach it.