Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“So, you were a virgin.”
“Yes.”
Very slowly, probably so he didn’t frighten me, and I had time to stop him if it triggered me, Morgue rolled us until he settled his weight on top of me. The change was immediate. I gasped as he rocked his hips from side to side to position himself comfortably.
“You tell me if it’s too much or you don’t like me pinning you down. Yes?”
“I promise.”
Morgue started to move then. His hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Every motion sent more and more friction over my clit. My breath hitched as I climbed that elusive peak once more. When he leaned down to kiss me, I thrust my hips back at him. It was instinctual on my part. It just felt good.
“That’s it, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” His words were between kisses and against my lips in a breathy whisper. “I’ll always take care of you.”
I dug my heels into his ass, urging him on like spurring a horse. Morgue complied. This time, his breathing was as ragged as mine and I knew he would never lead me wrong in sex. He’d always find the best way to our mutual satisfaction. That was the moment I realized that I’d never want another man. Never. Only Morgue. And I didn’t even know his name.
The epiphany shook my concentration just enough for me to fall over that peak I’d been heading toward before I had the chance to fully appreciate it. It was like starting up that first major hill on a roller coaster and immediately dozing off. Then, the second you wake, you’re starting over the hill, looking straight down at the track but unable to see the bottom. It was fucking terrifying. And I screamed in ecstasy.
Chapter Eight
Morgue
I hadn’t left Dorothy alone for more than a very few minutes since she’d come here three weeks before. I’d promised her I wouldn’t, and I hadn’t. But the discussion I was getting ready to have was something I needed to do without her around to hear the conversation. Thankfully, Dorothy still had Sparkle on loan, and Blossom and Iris brought all the old ladies by to visit with her. I’d told her where I’d be and I had my phone so she could call or text if she needed me, then gone to Wylde’s office. I’d called Stitches to meet us.
“Tell me you found those bitches,” I started the second I walked into Wylde’s office. Needless to say, the other man was less than impressed.
“Nice to see you too, Morgue. Welcome to my office. Where I shoot pushy bastards on sight.”
“Wylde, just give it to him. Don’t go pissing off the man in the club with the most confirmed kills. M’k?” Sting sounded amused but resigned. I knew the feeling. Most days, I wanted to pinch off Wylde’s head. The man was a pain in the ass. He was also brilliant with a computer.
Wylde sighed, like Sting had just taken his favorite toy. “Fine. But if you ask me, Morgue needs to lighten up a bit. All that aggression will give you gas.”
“Do you have something or not? I left Dorothy to be here.”
“Pussy whipped already, are you?”
I glared at the other man. “Don’t make me go to Danica. If anyone’s pussy whipped, it’s you.”
“Right. But Dani and me have been an item for a couple years now. I have a right to be pussy whipped. You’ve only been with your woman a couple of weeks. That’s way too soon to be pussy whipped.”
“Christ,” I bit out. “Imma kill the sumbitch.”
“Wylde, now really ain’t the time. Do you have something or not?” Stitches gave me a worried look. Yeah, he knew I was only mostly kidding. Sort of.
“Bottom line, your girl’s roommates sold her out. It was a carefully planned and premeditated event intending to sell her into sexual slavery.” He shook his head slightly and frowned. “OK, so they didn’t really know what would happen to her, just that she had admitted to being a virgin and they were selling her to someone who would pay top dollar for virgin women.”
There was silence in the room before I turned and punched a hole in the wall with a war bellow. Someone was going to die. And I absolutely would not feel the least bit of remorse, no matter who I had to kill.
“Yo, man! Calm ya tits!” Wylde stood, moving to stand between me and the wall. “Got wires running through there, and I don’t want to have to fix shit you broke.”
“Wylde, what do you have linking Dorothy’s roommates to her disappearance?” Sting was trying to bring the focus back to the business at hand to redirect me, but it was damned hard. All I could think about was getting vengeance when I needed to be cold and calculating. It was a position I hadn’t found myself in for a very long time.