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)
This woman is beyond anything I could ever imagine.
Yet … I’ve fallen for her so hard I don’t know how to ever look away.
She’s a serial killer with a scorned soul, and I’ve been a small piece of the puzzle that made her story. The devious conniving it takes to plan that all and have the pieces fall exactly as they were supposed to.
God, it’s riveting.
In some sick, twisted way, I actually admire this kind of violence.
She’s done what my agency—what I—haven’t been able to achieve in years; take down several high-ranking Bones Brotherhood figures. Is it truly justice to let them walk when the evidence lacks? Or is it more merciful to the world to rid it of their stain?
She kisses Xavier with passion, and a pang of jealousy flickers through my body.
I don’t deserve her.
Not after what I did.
But I cannot give her up either.
When she stops to take a breath, she glances at me over her shoulder. “Have I gone too far now?”
I lick my lips. “I knew you would kill him.”
“You just didn’t know how,” she muses, stepping back from Xavier to focus on me. “Does it make you want to arrest me, Detective Foley?”
I swallow away the lump in my throat as she stands before me. “I already tried that once.”
She giggles. “And you failed.”
“How many times could I cage retribution?” I ask.
She tilts her head. “As many times as you think you need to try … to understand that it’s futile.”
I suck in a breath. “I understand now.”
“Do you?”
I understand.
I’m wholly in love with this woman who has destroyed my sense of righteousness.
Because she became righteousness herself.
“… I think I love you…” I mutter.
Her eyes flicker with bemusement as a deliciously evil smile slowly shapes her face. “I knew you would.”
Of course, she did.
After all, I wasn’t the one who chased first. It was her.
She stalked me and lured me into a trap from which there was no way back, and she knew every step of the way what she was doing to me.
And I let her.
Because I never had a chance at winning.
Not from a girl so twisted she could reshape the very fabric of my goddamn soul.
“Have you had your vengeance now? Are you happy?” I ask.
She nods. “But killing gets me so fucking riled up.”
Her finger slowly pushes down my bottom lip, drawing it down until my jaw is forcefully opened, and she sticks two fingers inside further and further until I gag. And even then, she doesn’t stop, not until she’s all the way down my throat and I have to fight with every ounce in my body not to push her back.
But those eyes.
God, those eyes are pulling my soul right out from underneath me.
Daring me …
Go on. Push me away. Show me you despise this. Take the chance. Run.
But I refuse. I refuse to ever give up on the one thing that’s gotten me possessed.
Her.
I need her.
I need her more than I need my career, my life, more than I need my soul.
CHAPTER 50
Atreus
She pulls her fingers out of my throat, and I heave and cough from the saliva, but she immediately pushes my forehead back up until my eyes bore right into hers.
“Surrendering already, Foley?” she muses. “Open your mouth for me.”
When I do what she asks, she spits into my mouth.
“Now close your lips and swallow.”
Even if it’s disgusting, filthy, I still do it.
But my dick is throbbing. Absolutely fucking throbbing.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes.” Easiest admission ever.
“Good, then you won’t mind me testing your limits.”
She smiles like a maniac, then walks away, leaving me high and dry as she waltzes to the middle of the grass and strips right in front of us, and all of us are drooling.
When she’s discarded all of her clothes, she flicks her fingers.
“Xavier. Chair.”
He grabs the chair we brought from the car and sets it down for her, and she gleefully sits down while he kneels at her side without being told. “Good boy.”
He’s a natural at this, but I’m not.
“Orion.” She flicks her fingers, and he too comes at her beck and call, as he grabs her foot and begins to kiss it. She pets the two boys like they’re her dogs.
“You want to apologize for locking me up?” Sunny asks.
The intense pang of jealousy hits me hard.
“Yes,” I reply.
“Then crawl to me.”
I lick my lips and swallow my pride as I go down on my hands too and make the first step.
It’s downright humiliating to crawl on hands and knees like this through the mud, but the way she’s looking at me makes all of my inhibitions disappear.
One crawl after the other, I keep going under her gaze, while her boy toys only have eyes for her.
I’m obsessed with the way she forces me to face my limits. To become the force of justice I was meant to be. Together with her.