Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
And that, ladies and gentleman, is the first time I’ve thought about kissing someone before I’ve even fucked them.
Kissing is pointless anyway, and I don’t indulge in the activity in the first place. So why are my fingers twitching to wrap around her throat as I devour her lips?
“You’re not a good sport, Killian. You’re the worst game to ever exist. I bet you don’t even know what the word willing means, or maybe you do and just don’t care.”
“Definitely the second option.”
She stares at me with that cat-like curiosity. Glyndon thinks she’s not interested in me, but she sometimes watches me as if she wants to peel back my skin and peer inside me, too.
It’s the first time anyone has ever looked behind the façade and has been more in tune with what lurked deep within me. Maybe it’s because she already knows I can’t be contained.
Or that she’s already seen my demons.
And while she’s terrified of them, she’s still curious about them.
“Do you do this a lot? Kidnapping girls to God knows where?”
“You agreed to the ride, so this is not kidnapping.”
“Let me rephrase then. Do you stalk and haunt the hell out of girls and manipulate them to agree to a ride that is totally not kidnapping?”
A smile twitches on my lips. Her sarcasm is adorable. Still annoying, but adorable all the same. “You’re the first, baby.”
“How about what happened on that cliff?”
“The first for that, too.”
“I don’t know whether I should feel flattered or terrified.”
“Go for the first. As I said, you can enjoy this instead of being scared of me.”
She releases a long breath. “Why am I the first?”
“Others wouldn’t be irritating and fight every step of the way. In fact, they’d beg for my attention.”
“Well, I’m not others, so how about you grant them your attention and leave me alone?”
“They’re not the ones I think about all the ways I’ll stuff them with my cock, watch them writhe beneath me, then fill them up with my cum, you are.”
Red creeps up her neck despite her attempts to remain unaffected. “Even if I don’t want you?”
“Considering you shattered all over my fingers and had to mute your moans for it, I’d say you want me. You just hate it and will probably fight tooth and nail before you ever admit it out loud. Lucky for you, I understand your inner thoughts. Aren’t you glad you have me and not some loser who’d run away after the first no?”
Her lips part and I smirk before I stare ahead. “Don’t look so surprised. Told you, my superpower is mind reading.”
She puffs out a breath. “You’re just offering excuses.”
“I’m not you, baby. I don’t do that. Everything I say or do comes from assertiveness.”
I slow the car to a halt and her attention snaps to our surroundings. To the forest that stretches for as far as the vision goes—dark, empty, and a perfect crime site.
Not that I’m contemplating crime.
Or am I?
“You still didn’t answer my question.”
She flinches even though my voice is the usual range. Okay, maybe it’s lower. Which goes without saying, in view of the amount of blood that’s been rushing to my cock since earlier.
Impulse control is my specialty, but even my godlike abilities are proving to be lacking whenever this girl is in sight.
She doesn’t even smell special—an important sense that usually either makes me interested in fucking someone or crossing them off my list.
It’s paint, I realize. She smells like oil paint and something fruity. Cherries. Or raspberries.
Too sweet, low-key, and definitely not something I’m usually into.
Glyndon as a whole is not something I’m usually into.
“Where is this place?” she whispers.
“Your posh friends haven’t taken you on a ride to this part of the island? It’s where we bury the bodies.”
She chokes while swallowing, and I burst out laughing. Christ. I could get used to the feeling of seeping under her skin, watching her flounder with her cheeks reddening and her eyes widening. Or witnessing the light in her irises change from high to low and everything in between.
I’ve been studying emotions since I realized I was different—back at that mice incident—and this is the first time I’ve meet someone whose emotions are so transparent, so visible, it’s fucking fascinating.
Curious, even.
I’m tempted to explore it more, delve deeper, hook against her darkest parts and expose it all.
Everything.
I want to see inside her.
Literally and figuratively.
“I was kidding,” I say after my laughter subsides.
“You’re not funny.”
“And you didn’t answer my question. If I have to ask again, it won’t be with words, Glyndon.”
She gives me a look, dirty and a bit condescending. “Do you get off on threatening people?”
“No, and I wouldn’t have had to if you weren’t being difficult over a trivial matter.”
“So my privacy is trivial now?”
“There’s no such thing as privacy in this day and age. Any form of privacy is a smokescreen that’s coded by numbers and algorithms. Besides, the topic of your virginity isn’t private anymore since I now know about it.”