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)
“Then you’re not getting out of this seat,” she says, rolling her fist with my tie still inside, forcing us closer despite my best efforts. My arms are stretched to the limit against the backside of the chair while she drags me toward her.
I groan from the pressure while attempting not to let her notice my agony.
“You’re cute when you’re angry, you know that?” she says. “But I bet you’d be even cuter begging on your knees for this pussy.”
What the fuck?
Revulsion drags my face down, but my eyes can’t help but flicker from her hidden face to her chest and down below, taking in her outfit like it’s triggered to do so by that one simple word.
Pussy.
She’s awfully direct for a goddamn ordinary stalker.
“You’re out of your goddamn mind—”
She plants a finger on my lips, and for some reason, it silences the roaring in my brain telling me to get up and fight.
“I need you to be a good boy and behave, Atreus. After all, you’re the one who offered the reward, not me. And I have so much interesting information to divulge.”
My eyes narrow. I’m tempted to bite off her finger to show her she cannot control me. If I tried to run now, she’d keep me pinned to this very seat with the assortment of knives tucked away in her suit. She looks like an expert in close combat and has a knack for sneaking around. Something tells me she’s not going to let me out of this alive if I attempt to escape.
Maybe if I played along… if I distract her with complacency … there might be an opportunity later.
“Fine. What if I did what you wanted, then what?”
A devious smirk forms on her face. “See? Knew you’d come around.” Finally, she removes her finger. “I’m sure you want to know all about your little killer, don’t you?”
I clear my throat. “What do you know about that?”
“Well, I’ve seen one of the bodies for myself, and I know for a fact there was a lipstick kiss on the neck.”
So she was there. Interesting.
“Which body?”
“Patience, Atreus,” she says.
“My patience is thinning with every passing second, bunny,” I scoff.
“No. Not bunny. Call me Miss,” she replies. “Or Mistress.”
Who does she think she is?
I snort. “Tough luck.”
She wraps the tie even further around her fist until her masked face is mere inches away from mine. “I have my ways to get what I want.”
I can’t see much of her, except those bright red lips and that filthy smile that follows, and for some reason, my eyes home in on the way her lips move when she speaks. “Even from you.”
“And you think I’m obliged to please you,” I respond.
“Very much so,” she says. “After all, I have what you want.” She leans in so close her lips are right in front of mine, and it suddenly becomes very hard to focus on anything at all except her breath lingering on my skin. “I’ll give you your killer on a silver platter.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat while she slowly begins to smile.
“Fine.”
The smile on her face only deepens. “Now are you going to bark for me or what?”
Absolutely degrading.
“Woof,” I snarl.
She grins. “Attaboy.”
Fuck this. I hate it. I hate how much she enjoys it.
“Now tell me,” I say, my patience running out.
“Oh no, you have to give me what I want first. That’s how it goes,” she says. “And I want you to please me.”
“I already did what you asked.”
“That wasn’t nearly enough. I want more.”
Her hand slowly dips down my body again, slipping past all the ridges of my abs before gripping my package tightly, and I suck in a hampered breath.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you …” she muses.
What the fuck? This woman is crazy.
“Get your hands off me,” I growl.
She releases my dick only to pull out a knife instead, and she aims it right underneath my chin. “Don’t upset me, Atreus. I thought we were finally getting acquainted.”
She lowers the knife, traipsing it down my chest like a goddamn fingertip, and I shudder in place as the pressure increases.
“Do you want your updates about your killer or not?”
My nostrils flare. “How do I know I can trust your information?”
She pauses as if she’s thinking for a second. “I can provide photos if you’d like.”
“You stalk the killer too?”
She shrugs. “I don’t care who I have to stalk to get what I want.”
I tilt my head. “Or is it all smoke and mirrors, and are you the killer I’m looking for?”
Her eyes glimmer with interest. “I like how you think.”
“You didn’t answer my question.
“I don’t have to.” The knife travels down my shirt, popping all the buttons as she moves lower. “I can do whatever I want.”
“You’re going to jail for this.”