Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
But I better check things out, you know, just to be on the safe side.
I try to hack into the app to create the loop, just as I do every night, only the system blocks me, forcing me out. My brows furrow, and I try a few more times before suspicion begins creeping through my chest. What the fuck is going on?
My jaw clenches. I don’t like the idea of going in there without covering my bases, not to mention, she’s left the house and forgotten to turn off the lights, meaning despite it being the dead of night, the cameras will be a pain in the ass to avoid.
But if something has changed, if there’s something wrong, I need to know what the fuck I’m dealing with. Has she worked out that I’ve been fucking with her security system, and that it’s not just a faulty camera? She’s a clever girl, and a part of me has been hoping for this. I like the chase, the thrill of her paranoia. When I can scent a woman’s fear in the air, it turns me on, but it’s different with Kyah. The fear is there, but there’s also something more—a deep, erotic desire to see just how far I can push the limits.
She loves it. She loves when I sneak through her window and fuck her blindly. Hell, last night was fucking incredible, and the way she looked in that lingerie was simply exquisite. I need to have more. She’s such a good girl, being able to take me like that. Not many women can handle it. They like to think they can, but they focus on the pain. Kyah though, she embraces the pleasure, and the way she came undone for me? Fuck. I’m hard just thinking about it.
Perhaps I’ll leave a little something on her pillow tonight to let her know I’ve been thinking of her.
Despite my better judgment, I reach for the window to slide it open, only it’s locked.
What in the ever-loving fuck? This window hasn’t been locked for the past few days. Why would she suddenly change her mind? Has something changed? Is she not feeling it anymore? The unlocked window was a message, welcoming me in, but this . . . I don’t like it.
I have to jimmy the window open like I used to, and as the lock eventually gives, I slip into the apartment. My gaze quickly sweeps around the room, hating that the lights have been left on. It feels like a fucking trap.
I keep my head down, deviating from the cameras, and as I look around, I find no sign that she’s been here all night. Her bag is usually sprawled out over the counter next to a half-eaten take-out container. But tonight there’s nothing.
Making my way into her room, my gaze automatically goes to her bed, finding it made, and my brows furrow. I’ve been watching Kyah for a little over two months now, and she’s not once made her bed, so why the fuck is today special?
Not liking this one bit, I turn to walk out of her room when I finally see it—the same blood-red lipstick that painted her lips last night is now scrawled across the wall in big block letters.
I KNOW IT’S YOU, ALEX.
SMILE FOR THE FUCKING CAMERA.
A wide grin stretches across my face. What a clever girl. I knew she was close to figuring it out, but I’m not going to lie, I’ve been enjoying this part of our little game. I wish she could have dragged it out just a little bit longer, but it’s okay. I’m following her lead now. She’s calling the shots.
Not bothering to hang around without her here, I turn, and as I go to walk out of her room, I pause and glance up at the camera above the door, knowing her eyes are on me. “You better run, my sweet Kyah,” I tell her, unable to keep the wicked grin off my face.
And with that, I walk straight out her front door, more than ready for the real fun to start.
36
KYAH
“Holy shit,” Nat breathes, leaning over and watching the live footage of Alex in my apartment. “Why are all the hot ones unhinged? I had such high hopes for him.”
“Right?” I say, letting out a heavy sigh. “I thought I was falling in love with him.”
“I know,” she says, throwing her arm over my shoulder and pulling me into her side as we overtake her small one-bedroom apartment across from the beautiful Central Park. “I thought you were too, but it’ll be okay. We’ll figure out something to keep you safe from him.”
My gaze drops, and I scootch down in her bed, my head dropping against her pillow. “Am I wrong for not wanting to be away from him?”