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)
Usually, when I get home from work or I’m just getting up in the morning, I can look out into the hallway and find him waiting for me, but tonight is different.
I war with myself for another twenty minutes, wondering if I should just go over there and knock on the door, but after pulling all the skeletons out of his closet last night, maybe he’s feeling differently about me now . . . Or maybe I’m just overthinking it.
Shit. He’s told me everything I could ever need to destroy his life, and a man simply doesn’t do that for a woman he doesn’t intend to keep forever. I need to find my lady-balls and just knock on his damn door. Hell, maybe he’ll chain me to another bed, maybe even hang me from chains like he threatened he would.
I go to make my move when the sound of an incoming call cuts through the mental battle plaguing my head, and as I glance down at my phone on the armrest of my couch, a wide smile cuts across my face.
Hitting accept, I hold the phone to my ear. “I was just about to come visit you.”
“Already?” Alex questions. “You home already? I could have sworn you’d be out until the bar staff were physically kicking you through the door.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” I tell him. “But Nat went a little too hard on the wet pussy shots, and when she threw up in the back alley behind the bar, I decided it was probably a good time to call it quits.”
“No shit,” he laughs.
“So, I take it you’re not home since you didn’t know I’d gotten in already?” I question, a little disappointed that I can’t just race across the hall and throw myself into his arms . . . or his bed.
“Nope.”
I drop down on my couch, pulling my comforter up. “Doing anything exciting?”
There’s a slight pause before I hear him let out a heavy breath. “I’m trying really fucking hard to keep my promise,” he tells me.
My brows furrow, and I sit up a little bit straighter. “What do you mean?” I question. “What promise?”
“That I’ll try to give this whole cold-blooded killer thing a rest.”
My eyes widen, and I suck in a gasp. “You’re . . . you’re doing that now?”
“Trying to convince myself not to,” he admits, a real gut-wrenching pain in his tone. “I know technically I promised that I would try not to kill in order to protect you, but whether it’s to protect you or not, I know you’re not comfortable with this, so I’m fucking trying, babe. But the need is eating me alive, and the more that I stare at this cocky asshole abusing his girlfriend down by the river, the more I want to beat the shit out of him and toss him in the fucking water.”
Fuck.
“Babe,” he groans. “I don’t want to do this, but being with you . . . it’s like a fucking rollercoaster for my emotions. I need the kill, but I don’t want to let you down.”
My heart starts to race, my hands shaking. The way he’s described it to me is kinda like an addiction, he can’t help himself. He needs the rush, the thrill that comes along with ending someone’s life, but then, didn’t he say he gets that same thrill when he looks at me? When he’s pushing inside of me?
“The only way you could ever let me down is if you don’t come home and fuck me,” I say, dropping my tone to a subtle purr. “Forget about him, Alex. Come home to me.”
“Mace—”
“Uh-uh,” I say, cutting him off. “No excuses. I came home from the bar needing you inside of me, and now that I’m here and I’m all alone, I have this raging need that only you know how to satisfy. I need you, Alex. Come home and fuck me. I need to feel the way you slide into me, how you stretch my walls.”
He groans. “Fuck, babe.”
“Now, Alex,” I say, a demand in my tone. “Come home now. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to do it myself and then both of us are going to be left without.”
“I’m on the fucking edge, Kyah.”
“Well, tell me,” I say, holding my comforter a little tighter. “Do you get a rush when you’re with me? When you sneak through my window and spread my legs? When your tongue rolls up through my cunt and you feel my body spasm beneath you?”
“Fuck, baby. You know I do.”
“You told me last night that being with me gives you a bigger rush than when you end someone’s life. Was that true?”
“Yes.”
“Then stop wasting both of our time and come home,” I tell him. “Forget about that guy and come give me what I need. Put us both out of our misery.”