Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
He held still. “Because I know that he hurt you. He said he was going to work you. Because you two were friends.”
I froze. Holy... I got it then.
He wanted to hurt Jake because of me, because of what he said he’d do to me... I clamped down on my thoughts, not wanting to go any further.
Raize must’ve felt the same. His thumb moved, rotating and sweeping inside of me.
My thighs quivered. “Goddamn, just fuck me!”
He didn’t respond, but he removed his thumb, and thrust his cock inside.
Halfway through, his thumb went back in and I climaxed, right then and there.
This guy.
He was going to be the death of me, one way or another.
I could feel him laughing against my neck as he turned me over and slid in from the front—missionary style now. I wound my arms and legs around him. We were almost having sex like a normal couple.
A little while later, Raize carried me into his bedroom, shutting and locking the door.
I glanced at the clock next to his bed. Two in the morning. We’d been going at it for hours, and as he left the bed, my body shivered. This was ridiculous, because I wanted him back inside of me.
He went into his bathroom and turned on the water.
I closed my eyes, burrowing into the sheets. I hadn’t moved when he padded back into the room.
He went to his closet. “I’m going to deal with Jake.”
I sat up, watching him by the light from the bathroom.
He slid on some black sweatpants and bent over to tie his shoes. He straightened to pull a black Henley over his head and down his arms and chest. He smoothed it out, taking me in.
I was naked. His eyes flared, and he cursed under his breath. “This changes everything. You know that, right?”
I couldn’t even begin to imagine how things would change. “Yes.”
He shook his head, his eyes rolling to the ceiling as he reached for the nightstand and grabbed a gun. He checked the magazine before putting it in the back of his pants. Then his eyes flashed at me again. “You put a gun to your head.” He looked at me for a moment. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.”
He stalked from the room, shutting the door behind him, and I collapsed back on the bed.
Had I just sold my soul to him? Because that’s how I felt, but even now images of us flashed in my head—me against the wall, working his dick. Him bending me over the desk. Us sideways, and then all the other positions in his bed.
I was wet all over again.
Sick.
I was sick.
Was I sick?
But I got up, walked naked to his bathroom, and took a shower.
I didn’t care.
32
Ash
I woke up when I felt the bed move.
Raize leaned over me, kneeling on the bed. “Want to start crossing names off your list?”
That got me awake, wide awake.
I sat up. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
He went to the closet, grabbed new clothes, and started changing. The clothes he pulled on were still black, but they were tighter, more form fitting. The hood of his long-sleeve shirt was a mask he could pull over his face.
My mouth went dry. I hugged my knees. “What’s going on?”
He sat on the bed, pulling boots on.
“What do you think is happening?” He stood and began moving around the room, grabbing things, putting them in a bag. He tossed a second bag on the bed next to me. “You need to put all your personal items in there.”
“We’re running?” I’d not anticipated that.
“I got two guys out there who want to switch allegiance to me. What do you think that means in this world?”
“Someone’s going to die.”
“I gotta make a choice. No way am I going to trust them to go back and change their minds. They either get dead or their bosses get dead.”
He went back to work, removing a section of the wall to show a safe. He opened it and my eyes almost bugged out. I got up and went over to have a look. Money. Weapons. He had passports, driver’s licenses.
I felt like I’d just had sex with Jason Bourne.
He kept stuffing everything into the bag. When it got full, he grabbed another from the closet and tossed them by the door.
My head was spinning. Again. “You’re going to kill Carloni and Bronski?”
“Yep.”
He moved around me as I stood in just a T-shirt that fell to the tops of my thighs. I grabbed the end of my shirt, wringing it in a ball. “What’s that mean?”
He had another bag ready to go and stopped behind me, tossing it to the door. “That means we’re going to war.”
I whirled, my heart in my throat. It was a common sensation by now. “What does that mean?”