Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Hell no. The only color you like is red. I don’t need you setting me up with some guy who’s going to gut me like a fish in my sleep.”
“Oh come on. I set you up with a serial killer one time. It’s not like I knew the guy was intending to turn you into a human pincushion. How could I have possibly known? He was hot and sweet and looked like he more than knew what he was doing in the bedroom. It was an honest accident.”
“The answer is still no.”
“Fine,” I huff. “But speaking of red flags. Reaper really has that dark and deadly thing going for him, and I really wouldn’t mind—”
“No,” Mila demands, cutting me off. “You’re not fucking Reaper.”
“But—”
“No. Are you insane?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I mean . . .”
“Yeah, stupid question,” Mila mutters. “But seriously. He’s your biggest competition during these games, and your solution to figuring out how to get an edge on him is to what? Shake your ass in hopes of luring him in? Hope that if you screw him well enough he might take pity on you and give you a merciful death? What could you possibly gain from that?”
“Trust me. You didn’t see the way he was looking at me. He’s lethal. Every inch of his body is perfectly carved, and every movement he made was so precise. He doesn’t leave room for mistakes, and I’ve never been so attracted to something in my life. I just . . . I’m not crazy, okay? I know getting close to him would be stupid, but can’t a girl dream? Do you have any idea how well a man like that would fuck? It would be earth-shattering.”
“I don’t doubt that, but no amount of incredible sex is worth losing your life over.”
“Uhhh . . . Well—”
“No, Siren. The answer is no. You’re coming home to me at the end of the month. No question about it. Your only goal while you’re there is to win these games, and that’s not going to happen by fucking Reaper.”
“What if I didn’t fuck him? I could just go down on him instead. How lethal could he be with his cock down my throat? Actually, do you think he’s pierced? He doesn’t strike me as the pierced kind, but men like Reaper have the ability to surprise me in ways I never could have imagined.”
“I swear—”
“Okay, okay. I’ll only dream about giving the world’s best BJ instead of actually giving it. But let the record state that I’m not happy about it. And Mila, after I end this man’s life, I’m taking a look under the hood, and if it turns out that he’s pierced with a veiny monster cock, you and I are going to have words.”
“Whatever you say, princess.”
I let out a huff, never having been more disappointed in my life, but she makes a very good point. In the interest of saving my life, my only goal should be to take Reaper down, learn his weaknesses, and exploit them. It’ll be the biggest challenge of my life, but if I can somehow pull this off, I’ll become a legend among my peers. I’ll be unstoppable and known as the best of the best until my dying days. But if I can’t pull this off, if I’m stupid enough to allow Reaper to get close enough to end my life, I’ll just be another number, another victim, another loser who couldn’t pull off the impossible.
After getting dressed into my pajamas, I grab one of my other bags and haul it onto the bed, pulling out the array of security devices I’ll need to protect my home for the next thirty days. “So, you wanna hear bomb number three or not?”
“Well duh,” she says as I scoop up the motion sensors and security cameras and make my way back out to the kitchen.
“You remember Raven, right?”
Mila sucks in a breath, and with just that slight sound, I can already hear her excitement. “No fucking way! The bitch who tried pinning four of her kills on you a few years back?”
“The one and only.”
“Oh shit! I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
“You and me both,” I say as I grab a chair from behind the small island counter and drag it across the room, finding the best positions to set up the surveillance cameras. “I’m going to be pissed if someone beats me to her, but at least I’ll always have the satisfaction of seeing her face when I stepped forward in that circle and she realized exactly who I was.”
“Damn it. I’m so annoyed I couldn’t get a live feed into that warehouse. It would have been so good.”
“Oh, it was,” I say, wishing I was allowed to bring some sort of surveillance into that warehouse, but I’m a stickler for the rules . . . kind of.