Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Keep clear,” Jethro says. “Don’t get close, Kayden. I mean it. He can have you ambushed in a fraction of a second. They have a button that calls security to their exact GPS coordinates.”
He keeps talking, but his voice filters in the background because I’m watching my toy talking to someone else.
A leggy blonde in tight shorts and a strapless top. She’s holding her mask in her hand, and it has ‘#1’ engraved on top. Her face is as attractive as his. They’re both blond and the definition of a dream Disney prince and princess.
That is, until she speaks in this grating high-pitched voice. “You’re amazing, Gaz. Thanks for protecting me.”
“Anytime.” He sounds bored and staggeringly uninterested.
She doesn’t hear it, though, as she flattens her tits against his chest, and I see the movement of her fingers on his belt as she licks her lips. “Let me repay the favor.”
He doesn’t stop her as she unbuttons his jeans. Doesn’t stop her as she kisses his neck or when she rubs herself all over him.
He makes no move to help her either, his posture remaining upright, and he’s not responding to her touch.
No moaning, no muffled groans, and certainly no begging in a throaty, strangled voice.
But the fact remains—he’s still not stopping her.
“You smell so good.” She moans against his neck, darting her tongue to suck on his earlobe.
He does smell good, like a subtle hint of bergamot and cedarwood mixed with his skin. It’s a known fact that she doesn’t need to point out.
“You taste amazing, too.” More licking and sucking and fucking touching. “You’re so hot, Gaz.”
I lift a hand and yank my tie free, letting it hang loose around my neck.
Carson jerks his head in my direction, slightly lifting his bow and arrow in the process.
He has picture-perfect reflexes and is really super aware of his surroundings, including the slightest rustle.
For some reason, that makes me smile.
I’d intended to see how far he’d go with the blonde, but I’ve changed my mind now.
Scratch that. I changed my mind after she got her claws on him. If she doesn’t remove them, I’ll rip her neck off.
I pause.
The fuck was that thought about?
I don’t even know this girl and I’m thinking about her decapitation?
But then again, maybe she shouldn’t have touched my toy.
I slip out of the bushes in Carson’s direct view.
“Kayden, you fucking—” Jethro’s voice is cut off when I remove the earpiece and tuck it in my pocket, leaving my hand there.
The blonde doesn’t notice a third participant has joined as she keeps kissing and licking, and I try not to look at her so that I won’t act on my murderous thoughts.
But he notices and instantly lifts his hand that’s holding the bow high.
Once again, I’m entranced by the view.
What a beautiful posture, wasted on a monster.
Every part of his body falls into sharp, distinguished angles, like chiseled stone, each line perfectly defined. His form is sculpted to precise detail—the edges of his shoulders, hips, and long legs all converging to create a painting of epic proportions, a masterpiece forged in strength and precision.
And he’s aware of it. Hyperaware, actually. Because he somehow learned to hide his darkness behind the cold elegance of his body.
I wonder why he learned that or if it came naturally to him. But then again, I’m not supposed to wonder about toys. That would make him human, and he’s anything but.
Carson pulls on the bow string, then pauses, his arm tight with tension.
Recognition, even.
So he can recognize me, but he can’t keep his body to himself.
As if hearing my thoughts, he steps back, forcing Blondie to release him, her claws falling unceremoniously from around him.
When he speaks, his voice is deeper for some reason. “You should go, Cherry. Others might find us.”
Cherry.
Of course her name is fucking Cherry.
“All right.” She grins and puts her mask on again. “Which way are we going?”
“You go ahead first so I don’t draw attention.” He points to his right, speaking in a revolting soft, mellowed-out tone. “That way is safe. I’ll stop anyone from following.”
“Gosh. You’re so awesome.” She runs her red nails down his chest, but he’s not paying attention as he steals a glance in my direction.
If he thinks I’ll hide so his bimbo doesn’t see me, that won’t be happening.
In fact, I wish she’d do that so I could eliminate her.
Unfortunately, she blows him a kiss and hurries in the direction of where he pointed.
As she disappears behind the bushes, I remove my mask and let it fall on the ground.
I can’t see his expression behind his mask, but I make out the twitching of his gloved hand around the bow. The way his entire body vibrates, humming to life.
“How the fuck did you manage to get in here?” he asks with a bite to his words and no hint of the softness he faked so well not a minute ago.