The Enigma (Unlawful Men #2) Read Online Jodi Ellen Malpas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Unlawful Men Series by Jodi Ellen Malpas
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 151469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
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“Why?” I motion to his blood-drenched torso. His beautiful torso that’s now as ruined as his back. Although it can be washed away, there is nothing that could clean my mind. “I’m an ex-cop, and I’m potentially pregnant by a murderer.”

He smiles a little, and it’s wholly inapt. “Potentially?” His ass rests on the vanity, his palms wedged on the edge.

I look at the back of the toilet again, to the white stick that could ruin us. And I laugh on the inside. We’re both ruined already. But that little stick and the potential lines on it could tip us. And there’s another thing. Us? For God’s sake, I barely know the man. I look at James. His eyebrows are high. Waiting. “I didn’t see the result,” I answer, fiddling with my towel, refastening it. “I was distracted by my boyfriend murdering someone.”

“Boyfriend?” he asks over a laugh, and I feel my cheeks heating. It’s fucking ridiculous.

“What the hell do you want me to call you?” I ask, as indignant as could be. “Lover? Better half? Murderer?” I am completely and utterly exasperated by the whole situation. I walk over to the tub and rest my ass on the edge, ignoring the blood-soaked towel behind me. I feel lightheaded all of a sudden. And hot. My skin is clammy, and it has nothing to do with the steaming shower running.

“So we still don’t know?’ he asks, looking over to the toilet. I follow his gaze and narrow my eyes on the white stick.

“No.”

“Are you going to look?”

“You do it,” I murmur, back to being plain terrified, the bludgeoning of a man downstairs long forgotten. My boyfriend’s true identity forgotten. This somehow feels more serious. Why doesn’t James seem as worried as I am? He’s standing there stark naked, his solid arms braced and splendid, all casual, appearing as impassive as I know he can be.

“Fine.” He pushes himself off the unit and takes his sweet time wandering over to the toilet. I don’t think he’s nervous or stalling. I feel like he’s simply drawing out my torture and enjoying it. I scowl at him as he stares at me, blindly reaching for the stick. Then he looks down, and I hold my breath. His face is blank. I can’t read it at all. God damn, what is it?

But I can’t ask; I’m too scared of the answer. My lungs are screeching for some oxygen, my heart begging for some respite. “Negative,” he says quietly, and all the air leaves me loudly, my entire being deflating.

“Oh thank God,” I breathe, reaching for my chest and massaging the lingering pain away. I look to the ceiling, and I smile, so fucking happy. I will not let that happen again. No fucking way. How could I have been so careless? James drops the stick in the trash can by the toilet. “I’m sorry for putting you through that.”

He nods, stepping into the shower stall, letting the hot flow wash away the blood all over his hands and chest. He doesn’t ask me to join him, doesn’t talk, but his eyes hardly stray from me the whole time he cleans himself.

My ass starts to numb on the edge of the tub, and I stand, moving across to the toilet and lowering to the seat. “Did The Bear send that man?” I ask.

“Yes.” He reaches for a towel and steps out, drying.

“How did they know where to find you?”

“I fucked up.”

“Am I in danger?” It’s a crazy thing to ask when I’m sleeping with one of the country’s most wanted men. Utterly crazy, and yet look at all this crazy going on.

“You’re the safest woman in this world, Beau Hayley.” He secures the towel around his waist. “Nothing can harm you.”

“You can,” I whisper.

His movements falter, and he glances up at me. But he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t correct me, and that terrifies me more than any truths he could share.

I wake to the sound of my cell ringing. The feel of it vibrating registers, and I pat around my body until I lay my hands on it. I hold it up and squint at the screen until Dexter’s name forms. My hand plummets back to the mattress with my phone. I can’t talk to him now. Not only because I’m still half asleep.

I roll onto my side and find the space next to me is empty. The room is dusky. The morning sky in the distance is red. Red at night, sailor’s delight.

But it’s morning.

I grab my sling off the nightstand and edge to the side as I get it on, before following my feet to the stairs. The first thing I see are the bags by the door. Travel bags. And any signs of murder have vanished. No dead guy. No blood.

I see James below on the couch in his boxers, sitting forward, a candle burning on the table before him. He’s watching the flame intently. Studying it. Mesmerized by it. He takes his hand and glides it through the air above the glass, back and forth slowly, over and again. Heat. Burn.



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