Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
My jaw drops from the sheer arrogance in his voice.
Until his tongue dips out to lick my skin, and by God, I almost moan.
Just the tip, dragged from my clavicles all the way to my chin. Just that one lick and it’s already enough to make me yield.
What the fuck?
He pulls me back up again, holding me close to his body as we softly sway to the music, his hand interlocked with mine, and I don’t know if I could let go if I wanted to.
His face is right beside mine, and I can feel his body against me—thick thighs, hard abs, trained but lean, built for the kill.
His lips hover close to my ear, whispering deadly words.
“I know what you are … kitty. A killer.”
My eyes widen.
I pull back, desperate to see who it is, but these damn dark lights aren’t helping. But the second I do, his hand releases mine, and he disappears into the crowd like a ghost. And I’m left with a thrumming heart and a throbbing pussy.
Kitty.
Killer.
Two things I was that night I came face-to-face with those three guys.
They’re here.
LANA
The nerve in my neck twitches as I glare around at all the people dancing, wondering where he is, and without a second thought, I start tearing off people’s masks in an effort to reveal him. Everyone looks at me like I’ve gone insane, but I don’t care.
“Where are you?” I say to the next dude as I rip off his mask. “Is it you?”
“Hey, get your hands off me—”
“Lana!” Irina calls from across the room as she makes her way toward me. “What’s going on?”
My gaze flickers between the random dude in front of me, who was just trying to dance with his girlfriend, and Irina, who seems unaware of what went down on the dance floor between me and the handsome killer.
But I know.
I know what kind of man had his hands all over me, and I’m not about to let him get away with it.
I storm out of the ballroom, seething and scared to death. Whoever he was, that guy who spun me around his finger and tongue with ease knows my darkest secret.
I have no choice but to kill him now.
I gaze around the room, searching for him amidst the chatting people and near the liquor table, but I don’t see him there. I do see someone in a suit bolting upstairs. And his pace looks suspiciously irate.
I go for the pursuit, pushing my way through people, keeping a keen eye on the guy, but he’s slipping away fast, and I can’t catch up. I accidentally bump into someone while peering at the top banister.
“Lana?” Jason’s familiar voice makes me turn my head away from the guy.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
“You okay? You seem upset,” he asks. “Did someone rob you too?”
I frown. “Too?”
“I just went to the wardrobe section, and my Valentino bag’s gone,” he says. “I figured someone might’ve taken it.”
“Should’ve carried it with you then,” I tell him. “Look, I gotta go.” I walk past him.
“Where are you going?” he asks. “Don’t you want your drink?”
“Later,” I reply, but I’m gone before he can say anything else. “Sorry. Excuse me,” I mutter as I wade through the people and head for the stairs.
I skip a couple of steps and make my way to the top. There’s an extended hallway all around with doors every other step, as well as more hallways up ahead. Where could he have gone? The whole place feels like a maze, and the more time I waste walking around, the easier it is for him to get away.
Goddammit.
I’m sure I saw him slip into this hallway. I rummage the nearest door but it’s locked, same for the next one. The third gives way, and I open it up. It’s a small pool room with bookcases lining the walls and a fireplace in the back along with green satin chairs. The whole place looks like it came straight out of a gentleman’s club.
I look around, but no one is in the room except me. But the sounds … it’s nothing like the party downstairs. Almost as if something is going on in the room next door. I follow the sound and approach the wall, putting my ear to it.
WHACK!
I lean away and frown.
What the hell was that?
Another whack follows along with a sharp yelp, and I touch the wall looking for a way in, but all I find is a hole. A hole large enough for at least one eye to peek through. And I can’t fucking help myself as I lean in closer, wondering if it’s him.
The room is filled to the brim with metal clasps, wooden benches, and racks filled with whips, canes, floggers, ropes, and constriction devices.
I gasp.
In the corner is a cage, a human-sized cage, and inside, one suited-up guy is whipping another guy who is on his knees with his shirt off. Red streaks mark his back.