Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Cat burglar,” I correct him. “Sounds cooler and less illegal.”
“What am I going to do with you?” he mutters as he places a Band-Aid over my knee.
“Let me go? Forget this happened?” I throw out a few suggestions, hoping maybe one of them will stick.
“You haven’t given me what I want yet.”
“What? My flower? Like an exchange?” I glance down at my ladybits.
“Stop talking about your flower.” He stands.
“Does that make you uncomfortable? Talking about…” I lean forward. “Sex,” I whisper. Why am I trying to poke this bear that has me in his trap?
“You’re the one whispering the word sex. And to answer your question, no, talking about fucking what I know will be your very tight pussy doesn’t make me uncomfortable, my little thief.”
My mouth drops open as heat rushes to my face. I press my thighs together as a throb forms.
He leans down, his face getting closer to mine. “It tempts me.”
I swallow. His face is more intense than I’ve seen it so far, and I’ve done a lot of button-pushing.
“What do you want?” My heart is pounding now. I’m not sure why.
“Names. Yours and whoever sent you.”
“‘I’m Selina Kyle.”
A bark of laughter pops from him. I wasn’t expecting that. He keeps surprising me.
“If that’s how you want to play it, Catwoman.” He pulls a phone out of his pocket and snaps a picture of me.
“Hey, I wasn't ready. You can’t just take a picture without giving me a warning.”
“I can do anything I like.”
“At least you took it from a top angle,” I mutter. He clicks away on his phone. “What are you doing?” He doesn’t answer me, but Heirloom jumps onto the bed, distracting me. I pet him, debating if I should steal his collar. This is a tough one. I can’t steal from a cat. A human, sure, but a cat? That’s a line I can’t cross.
“Marigold Featherby, 22 years old.” His brows pull together. “Your father is a cop.”
How the hell?
“Don’t worry, he won’t come looking for me.” I slap my hand over my mouth. Yeah, I suck at being kidnapped.
5
AVERY
“Stay still.” I finish dressing her knee and inspect my work. Once I’m satisfied with it, I rise and inspect the rest of her.
“Well, I’m glad we got that settled. I’m all better, and I definitely should be going.” She stands and tries to scoot back, but she’s against the bed.
Her breasts rub against me, her body close to mine. I want to grab and yank off the rest of her clothes, ripping and tearing them away until she’s bare to me. It’s what she deserves–that and a good spanking–for trying to steal from me.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” I ask.
Her eyelashes flutter, and I glance at her lips.
“Some rich asshole with a nurse kink?” She gives me a sassy smile.
“Take off your clothes.”
That knocks the smile off her face. “What?”
“I said take off your clothes.”
“No way.” She sidesteps and hurries to the door.
I beat her there, then lean against it. “Would you prefer I call the police? Oh, pardon me, I mean your father?”
“You better let me out of here.” She steps to me, her nose wrinkling in irritation.
“No.” I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. “Do you think your father is working tonight?”
“You can’t do this.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Last chance, Goldie.” I start to dial.
“Wait!” She tries to swipe the phone from me, but I hold it up and out of her reach.
“Strip. I want you naked and on the bed.” I’m a bastard, but I have her over a barrel. Why shouldn’t I use it? It’s not like I want to hurt her. Quite the opposite, in fact.
She glances behind her. “If I do this, then you promise you won’t call the cops?”
“Yes.”
She holds up a finger. “But you can’t touch me.”
“You only want me to look?”
“I don’t want you to do anything!” She huffs. “Except let me go!”
“I can’t do that, little thief. What if you were to make another attempt on my golden orchid?” I smirk.
“You can’t keep me here forever.”
“You’re stalling.”
“I’m not.” She glares up at me.
“Then take your clothes off and let me look my fill.” My cock pulses at the thought of it. “And don’t try to hide from me, Goldie. I need you spread wide. Otherwise, I’ll have to make that phone call.”
“No touching?” She kicks her chin up. “I’m not that kind of girl. At least I don’t think I am. And definitely not with someone holding me captive.”
I pocket my phone. “I won’t touch you until you ask me to.”
“I’m not going to ask you anything except how to get out of this house,” she fires back.
“Do it now, Goldie.” I’m impatient for her, for a glimpse of what she looks like when she’s totally bared to me. “I’d hate for Mrs. Lou to get an eyeful when she brings dinner.”