Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
“Yeah. I want to hear you scream. I want to see the blood spill from your open neck and bathe the floor.”
“Bullshit, choir boy.” Pandora smirked. “Would you put your cock in my cut open neck? Would you fuck my dead body?”
“No. I would just bury you with the rest of the bodies.”
She pouted. “You could at least give me my own grave.”
“You’re not special enough for that.”
West picked up on the third ring. “Yeah?”
“Go make sure Griff is still alive. Then, slap Griff hard in his face, say it’s from me, and then tell him to get his ass down here.”
“I would love to.” West yawned. “However, is there a particular reason for the slap?”
“Pandora is in the kitchen naked and with no handcuffs.”
“Apparently, good pussy does that.”
I frowned. “Does what?”
“Make my brothers be reckless.” West hung up.
Pandora still stood by my side. She reached her hands out to touch my arm.
I batted her away. “Go sit down!”
“I can do that. I can sit down.”
“Then, do it.” I put my phone up.
“There’s just one problem.”
I glared. “What?”
“I don’t want to sit on any of these chairs.” She licked her lips. “I would rather sit on your face.”
“Sit on Griff’s face when he comes and gets you.”
“I tried your brother, hoping I could get over my craving for you.” She slipped her hands down to her chest.
I kept my view on her face.
She appeared to be doing something with her breasts. “Griff told me you wouldn’t be interested in me due to your being in love with Phoenix, but I believe a man is a man.”
“Sit in the fucking chair.”
She grinned. “Make me.”
Fast, I gripped her arm hard.
She shrieked.
I dragged Pandora toward the table, shoved her into the chair, and walked off to the counter. “I’m not someone you want to flirt with. Keep your fucking mouth shut, until Griff gets down here.”
She giggled.
I don’t need this shit right now.
I went to the woodblock of knives and stared at them. My body drummed with the need to cut Pandora. But with her it was different. Phoenix triggered a heated blood lust. Pandora made me yearn to watch her die.
No death today. Focus on Phoenix.
I slowly breathed in and out, took out the cutting board from the bottom cabinet, and returned my focus to making Phoenix a nice breakfast.
Griff is coming. Leave it alone.
I pulled out a knife and placed it on the counter next to the eggs, telling myself that I only needed it to chop food. But honestly, I wouldn’t have minded carving up Pandora on the tile floor and watching her blood puddle around my feet.
“Griff and I stayed up all night talking and fucking.” Pandora giggled. “It may take time for him to wake up.”
I went to the fridge and pulled out peppers, sausage, onions, and garlic. Then, I gazed at the items on the counter and hesitated.
Should I make something like pancakes or French toast? What would be more romantic?
I wished Mom were alive. She was good for questions like this. My heart ached.
Don’t think about Mom.
“I’m beautiful, Cain. Maybe, my beauty makes you nervous?”
I remained in my twisting uncertainty.
Could sausage be romantic? It’s has a phallic shape so. . .
Pandora disrupted my thoughts. “Are you simply scared to be with a woman of quality?”
I returned to the fridge and grabbed the bread from the top.
I can make different things this morning. I’ll give Phoenix a choice.
Pandora giggled. “Or do you just like to fuck dark sewer rats?”
I stifled my annoyance, pulled out my phone, placed it next to my ear, and dialed West.
West answered on the second ring. “Yep?”
“Where the fuck is Griff?”
“I woke him. Griff sat up in bed. I left after that. Are you telling me that he didn’t come down?”
“You think I would be calling you again if he did? Get his ass down here or you can come get her. And bring handcuffs and duct tape.” I hung up.
Pandora laughed. “I make you so uncomfortable. Don’t I?”
“I want someone to come down so I don’t kill you.” I put my phone in my pocket. “The mission is to make breakfast, not clean up blood.”
Pandora laughed like she thought I was joking.
Sighing, I pulled out a new pan and put it on the stove.
No. I’ll just do hashbrowns, eggs, and sausage. French toast may be too much.
Hands caressed my back.
How did she get here so fast.
I spun around and shoved Pandora away. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m starving.” She hurried back to me, pressing her body against my chest. “And it’s not for what’s on those plates.”
Rage boiled inside of me. I didn’t know if she were on drugs or what, but it was clear that she would not stop fucking with me.
“Damn it!” I grabbed Pandora by the neck with both hands and shook her. “What did I say?!”