Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
She’s also talking about a man named Marcus.
It hits me all over again that they’re involved in things even the woman on the news won’t say out loud. Dark things. Illegal things. The kind of things that make people put an extra deadbolt on the door at night. The Cross brothers have never shied away from the underbelly of the city, and now they’re in charge of it.
Everyone knows it but no one can prove it. It takes me a moment to understand what she’s saying. A number of cold cases are linked to both the mysterious grim reaper who used to terrorize the area, but now the crime family known as the Cross brothers are suspected.
The blood draining from my face chills every inch of me.
Fear makes my heart beat faster despite all the chamomile and how tired I am. It’s not just The Club I’m a part of now. The conversations I’ve overheard while with Declan … I know the area the news anchor mentioned. I know the train tracks and I know Nate brought them up more than once.
Swallowing down the anxiousness, I close my eyes and my mind instantly goes back to the feeling of being wrapped up in that soft, black blanket he keeps stowed away in the bottom desk drawer to wrap me in when he’s done with me.
He’s strong underneath me, holding me tightly, kissing my hair.
I told him I heard nothing and I meant it. With the click of a button, the TV turns off.
All I know is that I am his and I haven’t heard a damn thing.
Even that lie sends a deep chill to ice my veins. It’s wrong. That’s a real line I thought I’d never cross: turning a blind eye. I’m in over my head. I’ve been ignoring that, because it’s easier. I don’t want a confrontation with Declan. I don’t want a confrontation at all.
But how am I supposed to do this? It’s one thing to be a plaything and a pet. It’s another thing if the man you belong to is a murderer.
Shivering, I glance at the black screen of the TV and then the stairs. If I had to, I could pack a bag right now and go. I could drive out of the city and keep driving until I saw an exit that looked appealing on the highway. Oh God, what would I do? Change my hair and try to get a job where people didn’t see me often? Even if I did that, how long would it take for him to find me? I remember Nate’s question, and thinking I could give Declan any reason to suspect I’m undercover or an informant sends true fear through me. I have no doubt Declan has influence beyond the city. I bet people would agree to whatever he said anywhere in the world. They can feel the power he has, and the dangerous energy.
Retreating to my bedroom, I take a seat on the bed. What I need is to know more about him. Scarlet would know more than I do. I bring up my texts and start to type one out, but it goes nowhere. Type. Delete. Type. Delete. I feel like I’ve been doing that a lot lately. But maybe I don’t want these questions in a text.
Falling back, the cheap mattress bounces with me and I cover my face with both hands. I wish I hadn’t seen the news.
Not out of fear or conflict. It’s because I’m falling for him.
Already. I am so fucked.
DECLAN
Her pussy is the prettiest shade of red after taking my cock. Swollen, used. Her right ass cheek is beautifully flushed from my grip while I took her.
She is the perfect distraction. I’m growing far too fond of this routine.
“Push it out,” I whisper with a hand on each curve of her ass. Kneeling on my desk, her heels hang off the table and her cheek presses against the desktop along with her breasts. I started the day by getting her off sucking her clit, then I found my own release buried inside of her. Sleep didn’t come easy last night. All I wanted to do was bury myself inside of her. I think her days off will need to come to an end. I’m far too greedy for that.
“I want to see my cum drip down that pretty little pussy,” I tell her and she moans a sweet, strangled sound as her entrance clenches and my semen slowly leaks out of her slit and then drips down to her bare thigh.
My satisfaction is evident with a deep groan as I lean back into my chair.
“You could start a war, you know that?” I compliment her, my gaze shifting from her ass to her simper as she peeks over her shoulder toward me.