Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
11
REID
The deep rumble of a motorcycle echoes through the empty street as I gaze out Kyah’s bedroom window, finding her on the back of some asshole’s bike. It’s almost two thirty in the morning, way past her bedtime, but damn it, she looks so fucking good on the back of that bike that I might even forgive her for keeping me waiting like this.
Her arms drape over the rider and I grit my teeth, watching as the asshole climbs off the bike and offers her his hand. She takes it greedily, looking up at him as though he were her whole world, and soon enough, she’s going to look at me like that.
I can’t fucking wait.
Kyah climbs off the bike and steps right into the guy, her hand pressed against his chest, and I hate that I can’t hear a damn word they’re saying. She’s fucking dazzling, and I know if she were looking up at me like that, I wouldn’t be able to resist a damn thing she wanted. Hell, if she asked to strap on a fucking ten-inch monster cock and peg me, I’d be straight on my knees telling her which drawer I keep the lube in. But fuck, if she wanted to go in dry . . . shit. I don’t know about that. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I’d still do it with tears in my eyes, only for her though.
Fuck. Ending her life is going to be harder than I thought.
These past few weeks, I’ve imagined every possible way I could end her life and how good it would feel, and damn it, it would, but the thought of doing it so soon . . . shit. I can’t bring myself to want to. There’s still so much I have to learn about this woman, so much I want to explore, and what really fucks with my head is that for the first time since I started playing this messed-up little game, I can’t see the ending in sight.
It’s always been so straightforward. I find a woman, I learn about her, I fuck her a few times, mess with her head a little, and then finish it. It usually lasts no more than two weeks. But with Kyah, I’m five weeks in already. I’m taking my time, really making it count, and while the thought of dragging a blade across her throat excites me, it also chills me to the bone.
I’m not ready for this one to end, not yet.
Kyah pushes up on her tiptoes, her hand sliding up higher on the guy’s chest before whispering something in his ear. I can read his body language from all the way up here, and there's no mistaking it; this guy wants to fuck her. He wants to take what’s mine, and judging by the way she’s looking at him, she might just let him.
In a flash, the guy curls his big arm around her waist and throws her up against the wall of the apartment, pinning her with his body. It fucking grates on my nerves that from Kyah’s bedroom window, I can only partially see them, but I see enough to know that despite the way Kyah is openly begging him to make a move, he’s resisting.
Maybe this guy knows what’s good for him after all. It’d be a shame to have to end his life too, though there’s no denying how immensely I’d enjoy it. Probably won’t make me hard in the same way it does when I end a woman’s life, but there’s no denying I’d definitely walk away from it rocking a semi.
He says something to her, whispering directly into her ear, and she shivers, anticipation clearly buzzing through her body. She wants it rough. She wants this guy to grab her and make her scream, but then he’s gone, leaving her panting against the wall as he climbs back onto his bike.
She watches as he straddles it, her face falling, and fuck, I don’t know whether I want to kill him for thinking about touching her or kill him for leaving her all worked up like that. What kind of red-blooded man leaves a woman wanting, especially a woman like Kyah? Fucking pig. I’ll be more than happy to teach him a lesson.
He says something else to her before putting his bike back in gear and finally taking off, leaving Kyah all alone on the street. She walks out into the middle of the street, looking out after the guy before flipping him the bird. “Yeah, fuck you too, Viper,” she calls after him. “You wouldn’t be able to find my clit even if I smacked you in the face with it.”
A smirk settles across my face. She’s such a fucking fireball. I can’t wait until it’s me she’s screaming at like that. The only difference is, I wouldn’t dare leave her all worked up. Hell no, I’d rather have her screaming at me while my head was buried between her pretty thighs.