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)
“To someone who so easily takes life away at the snap of her fingers, you sure are easy to dismiss the idea.”
She rolls her eyes. “You don’t even know me.”
“But I want to,” I say. “Desperately.”
She pushes the knife against my neck right on top of my Adam’s apple, and I gulp in response.
“Do it quickly, then. Take what you want from me.”
“Why do you think I would want you dead?” she asks.
“Because you don’t just want—you need to kill—it’s in your nature. It’s who you are.”
“A killer,” she whispers, leaning in. “And you’re trying to persuade her to murder you.”
“I deserve it,” I say.
“For what? Leaving those notes?”
“Because you desire death,” I reply.
She pushes the knife underneath my chin, forcing me to look up into her eyes. “Tell me … what do you desire then, Orion?”
“To be your victim would be my greatest honor.”
I whimper when she sets her heel down on my knee, forcing the tip in so deep that all of my nerves awaken, and my cock stirs in my pants.
But it’s the devilish grin on her face that makes me wonder if I’m going to regret this.
“Fine then … You want to be my victim? Let’s play this game.”
Sunny
This guy is absolutely bonkers.
But I’ll make it worth his while.
I walk around his gloomy, eerily lit burgundy-colored room to admire his sense of style, touching the fabrics of his expensive chairs and bedding, which are perfectly kept. It’s not often I find people decorating their home with scantily clad Roman paintings.
“Do you like my room?” he asks. “You can stay the night, if you want.”
I snort and throw him a glance before I walk to his curtains and take off the ropes, checking them for sturdiness by giving them a quick whip. He jolts up and down in his seat. Magnificent.
“The noise downstairs …”
“It’s a party,” he replies.
I approach him with the ropes. “You like those, don’t you? Yet you’re not there.”
“I was occupied.”
I narrow my eyes. “With poetry.”
I throw the ropes around him.
“It’s important to me.”
I wrap them around and around until his chest is secured to the chair.
“So important you’d rather risk your life.”
I tighten it a little more until his ample muscles protrude from his shirt, and his breath becomes raspy.
“Poetry is my life. It’s the only thing that sustains me.”
I wrap the second rope around his neck.
“The only reason I’m still alive,” he murmurs.
“I’ll give you a reason,” I say, tightening the rope until it becomes a noose.
His muscles tense, fingers clenching against the seat as I watch the light slowly snuff out in his eyes.
“You wanted this, remember?” I lean in and whisper into his ear. “To have your breath taken away by me.”
He moans as his head tilts back farther, and his eyes roll back into his head.
I loosen my rein, and he sucks in a deep breath.
“Fuck.”
He talks too much and says too little.
Just like every other man.
All talk, no action.
I pull up my skirt and drag down my panties under his lustful gaze, pausing for a second to enjoy the agony on his face for not being able to touch me because he’s tied down, then push the button on his chair so his backrest is tilted downward so I can straddle him.
“Yes. I’m going to fuck with you.” I grab his eight-incher through his pants and stroke it. “And you’re going to enjoy.” Stroke. “Every.” Stroke. “Single.” Stroke. “Inch.” Stroke. “Of.” Stroke. “Depravity.”
I release him, and he groans with frustration. “Why not just finish me and get it over with?”
“Haven’t you heard? I make all of my victims suffer,” I muse, crawling up to his face until my thighs clench his neck. “And I want you in particular to suffer for not telling me who wrote me several notes.”
Was it him or Xavier? I need to know the truth, and he needs to learn a lesson. I have no fucking patience in dealing with men who refuse to give me what I want. If he won’t do what I ask, I’ll make him my fucking bitch instead.
He wants to die? I’ll give him death.
I push farther until my pussy covers his mouth.
“And since you won’t use your mouth for words, I’ll let you use it to please me instead. Now lick.”
Orion
The moment my tongue tastes her divine pussy, I want to kill myself for not trying this sooner. I should’ve been more annoying, more in her face, more insufferable, because apparently, it’s the only thing that gets her attention to the point of this beauty actually wanting to kill me.
Fuck.
Her taste is absolutely addictive, even more than the wine I’ve been sipping for years.
This. This is the nectar of the gods.
I swirl my tongue around and around, circling her slit while she rolls her hips around. Slowly, the noose begins to tighten, but I keep going to try to please her as best as I can while she suffocates me.