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)
“How did you even manage to open my phone? Tell me now, or I swear to God, I will cut off your balls for inviting yourself to filter through my stuff like a goddamn trash panda.”
“I printed out a photo of you.”
“What photo?”
“I had one …” I gulp. “On my phone.”
Not just one. Thousands.
Suddenly, she brings her hand down between my legs and squeezes my balls so tightly, I nearly come right there and then. “F-fuck…”
Her brows furrow as she studies me profusely. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know. Nod if you agree.”
I nod vehemently.
“You’ve been stalking me for a while now, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you give that fucker behind the shop a drug?”
I nod, trying not to let it affect me, but she’s squeezing my balls so damn hard.
“And now you captured Perry and tied him up in The Shack.”
“Because I wanted to help.”
She stares at me, all confused.
“I can help you.”
“No one can help me,” she growls. The knife pushes further into my skin, which cracks against the pressure, blood droplets rolling down my neck. “I don’t need your fucking help.”
Finally, she releases my balls and sits up straight, looking at me from above with those dark eyes while the knife is still firmly lodged against my neck. And my God … I would do anything she desired like this. All she has to do is ask.
“For your information, I don’t like my victims intoxicated, because they don’t scream nearly as loud when they are.” She slips the knife down toward my chest, popping the buttons of my shirt with ease. “And I don’t like it when I don’t get to terrorize the men I hunt.”
POP!
I swallow as she reaches my heart, slipping the blade into my skin with ease, and I inhale a sharp gasp as I bleed all over my shirt.
“Noted.”
Her eyes glimmer with defiance. “You seem to think I require your assistance when I’m perfectly capable of butchering my victims on my own.”
I fight through the pain. “You’re more than capable. You’re … incredible.”
She pauses to glance at me, and it’s like the air has been sucked right out of my lungs.
“You … you like to watch me kill?” she asks.
I nod.
She smiles, then laughs, and it’s so infectious I nearly join in.
“That’s cute. I like that.”
“What?” I mutter, confused, flattered, and embarrassed altogether in a mushy mess of feelings bundled up inside me.
She begins to gyrate on top of me.
On my fucking bulge.
And fuck me, I’m nearly bursting at the seams.
This has to be a dream. It can’t really be happening. She can’t truly be sitting on top of me, rolling those beautiful hips around on my hard-on.
It’s too good to be true.
“Please …”
A moan slips out of my mouth before I know it, and my head falls back onto the grass.
“Please, what?” she murmurs.
“You gotta stop.”
“Or else?” She leans in further, pressing her tits up against my chest.
“You’re gonna make me …”
Her nipples graze my shirt, and I completely lose my shit.
Oh fuck.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I release all the pent-up desire. A moan rolls off my tongue as my cock throbs and cum fills my pants.
I couldn’t stop it from happening.
It was like a tsunami of wantonness rushing over me, all from having her so close to me.
And now I’ve soiled my pants when she hasn’t even touched me.
“Did you just come?”
Fuck.
My entire face turns beet red, and I turn my head sideways to hide it, to no avail.
“No, no, no,” I lie.
She slides backward and wrestles with the button of my pants. “Wait. Don’t.”
She pauses, and a devilish giggle leaves her pretty lips. “Are you embarrassed?”
I’m fucking mortified.
Ashamed that I couldn’t even hold it, that I couldn’t even last a single fucking second with her on top of me.
What else am I supposed to say?
I’m obsessed.
“I just—”
Her fingers slither underneath my shirt, knife following suit as she draws a pattern on my V-line. “You’re just like Orion.”
I grip her wrist, forcing her to come closer, despite the fact that the knife is nearly thrust into my chest. I don’t care. I’d rather die than lose her to him. “I am nothing like him. He lies to you, he cheats to get his way, he was not the one who wrote you those notes, and he doesn’t have a single care in the world for what you need. I do.”
Her eyes dart all over my face. “You’re jealous of him.”
My eyes widen. “What? No, no, I—”
She laughs. “He told you what I did to him, didn’t he?”
My lips shudder. “He just spoke about licking you out after you snuck into his room … looking for me.”
“Did he also tell you the part where I tied him down and made him choke on my pussy?” she muses, like it’s the most casual thing ever.