Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“And when I touch you, how does that help?”
I slide my hand over her delicate ankle and up the back of her smooth calf. “It takes some of the edge off. Like maybe that orgasm isn’t so unattainable after all.”
Gently, I continue up the back of her thigh. “Any touch?”
She nods frantically, biting her lip.
I ease my fingers off her soft, smooth skin and wait for her to wriggle again. Each tug on the bonds is an effort to get to me, to stimulate herself in some way. “One more question for now. Why did you target me?”
She blinks, her hazy eyes going clear for a heartbeat. “No.”
I stand and cross my arms over my bare chest. “No?”
While she presses her lips together to keep herself from speaking, she tries to do the same with her thighs, unsuccessfully.
“I won’t tell you. You’re an asshole.”
I chuckle. “That’s not news to me, Malyshka. I’ve always been an asshole.”
Lightning fast, I move between her spread thighs. She freezes, and I blow a line of cold air on her seeping wet center. She gives me a guttural moan, a noise that reaches inside me and takes hold. “Oh, you could come if I just did that and nothing else. Couldn’t you?”
She tilts her hips up, inviting me to touch her.
“Not so fast. Tell me what I want to know…why did you choose me as your target?”
“You’re not married,” she grates out through clenched teeth.
That’s too easy of an answer for how much she resisted. “I think that’s only partially true. What else? What weakness could I have shown you to make you think you could get to me?”
I blow another line of cool air on her overheated skin. She claws at the bedding in response and spreads her legs wider. “Tell me, and I’ll do it again.”
When she stays quiet, I climb off the bed and leave her whimpering through tears. I’ll give her a minute to decide to talk while I discuss the development with Kai. I grab my phone from my suit jacket and turn to face her while the call connects.
“Why are you calling me so late?” Kai’s voice cuts through the phone.
“Someone tried to drug me tonight.”
All sleep is gone now. “Who?” he demands.
“Surprisingly, a pint-size prostitute working in the casino club. I noticed her move and switched the glasses. I’m concerned about these particular drugs being on our streets.”
His tone is all business now, and I hear him typing in the background. “Why? What are they doing to her? I assume you have her in your custody, or you wouldn’t be calling to talk to me about it.”
The long line of her leg keeps drawing my eye. The drugs must be kicking in for me now. My hard-on remains from earlier, so I can’t really tell the difference. “The drug is an aphrodisiac. It makes you crazy for sex.”
Kai huffs into the receiver softly. “Did you consider maybe she drugged you because she wanted to ride your dick?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t fuck with me, man. I’m not in the mood. Women like her don’t want men like me.”
His laughter fades slowly, and I wait until he’s done ribbing me. “Fine. Did you get any other information?”
“Yes, our friends, the Capri family, at least this particular off-shute, has started something of a designer drug business.”
Silence answers me, and I nod. Who’s laughing now, motherfucker? “Kai, you there? You understand what I’m saying?”
“Of course, I fucking understand what you’re saying. Those council bitches used some kind of drugs on both Michail and me. Could they have come from the Capris?”
Cilla arches on the bed again, trying to touch herself, but she can’t reach. No matter how many times she fails, she keeps trying. Admirable, I suppose.
“Maybe. The girl who tried to drug me is the daughter of an illegitimate Capri heir. So Sal’s uncle, maybe? How many of these bastards do we have to kill to get them all gone?”
“You still have her?”
I nod, my eyes on her, and then answer. “Yes. She’s tied to my bed at the moment.”
“You didn’t…”
“Fuck you, asshole. I’ve been interrogating her, but I didn’t fuck her, if that’s what you’re asking. I may be a fucking crazy bastard, but I’m not one of them.”
With that, I click my phone off and toss it on the couch. My anger rides hot up my throat until all I can think about is smashing things, breaking them open, tearing, shredding, destroying.
I pace back and forth across the width of my room like a lion in a cage. Shit. I need to get out of here before I hurt her, or worse, myself, and leave her like this.
I grab a knife off the table and saw at her bonds in quick swipes. They come loose, and she launches herself at me the second she’s free. My knife is up to her throat before I can think about it.