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)
He drags me with him into the warehouse and slams the door shut behind him, while my eyes dart around, amazed at the lack of a single trace of evidence from my killing spree here.
“This isn’t how the police question people,” I growl. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He swings me against the wall right next to an old metal pipe and pulls a set of cuffs from his pocket, twisting them around my wrists and sealing me in place next to the pipe within mere seconds.
The vicious smile on his face makes even me feel at odds.
“What the f—”
He grips my chin, nails digging into my skin. “Bunnies don’t like being trapped, do they?”
I jerk on the cuffs, but no matter how hard I try, they won’t come loose.
He leans in so close I can feel his breath on my skin, teeth barely separating as he hisses, “How does it feel?”
I spit on his face. “Fuck you.”
His hand slowly rises to wipe it off while the fingers that clench around my chin tighten until my jaw is forced open.
“You’re a fucking brat who needs to be tamed,” he growls, stuffing his fingers inside to swipe my own spit right back on my tongue. “Keep your goddamn spit where it belongs.”
I try to lower my teeth to bite into his index finger, but his powerful grip on my jaw won’t let me.
“No fucking biting, bunny.”
“Fuck. You,” I say.
But it only makes him laugh.
Finally, he releases me and steps back to marvel at his trap like he’s proud of it.
“You … you’re a goddamn elusive woman, you know that?” he mutters, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. “Stalking me. Texting me. Sneaking into my office, my house … and for what? A dick to fuck?”
He sticks it up and lights it on fire, blowing the smoke in my face, but I don’t even flinch.
“You have boys fawning all over you. You’re a maneater.”
“Excuse you,” I say, tilting my head.
“Point stands,” he retorts, flexing his muscles in that tight black shirt of his.
“They worship me.”
“They shouldn’t. You’re a criminal.”
I smile. “And your dick gets hard from fucking one.”
His brow twitches, and he takes another drag.
Clearly, I hit a nerve. Good.
I jerk on the cuffs again out of sheer annoyance that he tied me up like this. I never let anyone tie me up, especially not a man, and especially not one like him.
He snorts. “That won’t help you.”
“I never expected you to stoop to my level, Foley,” I snarl.
He smirks in an obnoxiously handsome manner. “You thought you were the only one capable of deceit?”
He’s trying to one-up me?
“You’re a goddamn cop. You can’t do this.”
He takes another puff and blows the smoke into my face. “And what are you going to do about it?”
That … “Motherfucker,” I hiss, jerking the cuffs again.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want here. No one is watching. No one knows you’re here … except me.” When the smoke clears, his chiseled face is hard to look away from. “You’re entirely at my mercy.”
Well, I’ll be damned.
Foley has a twisted side to him that I wasn’t aware of.
“Do you even know why I brought you here?” he asks.
“Enlighten me.”
He sucks in a deep breath through his nose. “Behind me, a man was found cut into little pieces. Just like each of the bodies we’ve found as of late. Bodies left in the same manner … left for us to find.”
“I don’t see how this has anything to do with me.”
He slams his hands into the concrete wall beside me, his face mere inches away from mine.
“You broke into my fucking office and my house. What were you looking for? Was it evidence?”
I bite my lip, taunting him. “I plead the Fifth, Officer.”
His left eye twitches. “You had the nerve to break into my apartment and force me to fuck you, and you can’t even admit you had an ulterior motive?”
“Why? Are you looking for one? Do you think I need an excuse to want to fuck a delectable man such as yourself?” I muse, licking my lips. “You’re so sexy when you’re angry.”
He slams the wall behind me. “Answer me, woman!”
“I came looking for you,” I respond. “That’s all you need to know.”
He grabs my throat. “You promised me information. You know the killer. I fucking know you’re involved.”
I just laugh in his face. Even when he squeezes harder and harder, it only turns me on.
When his fingers unravel, he adds, “Tell me who the killer is.”
“Why do you think I have that information? I’m just a silly little bunny,” I jest.
“Don’t play games with me.”
I giggle. “Why not? I thought you liked games.”
He takes another drag of his cig while his fist rests on the wall beside my head, the muscles beneath his shirt twitching with unkempt rage over an unsolved criminal case he just can’t seem to piece together.