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)
I swallow hard and shake my head.
“Good. Now get on.”
He doesn’t wait for an argument, simply hands me a helmet before straddling his bike and turning it on. The powerful engine rumbles through the street, and after figuring out the buckle for the helmet, I climb on the back, wrapping my inked arms low around his waist, careful not to touch his chest. He’s not exactly the type to complain about a little pain, but after the amount of work I did on him today, I know his skin has got to be more than a little tender.
Keeping his word, Viper drops me off right in front of my apartment complex, and the second my feet hit the ground, he takes off, his bike roaring down the street. I have to admit, despite how adamant I’ve been about him keeping his dick away from me, I’m a little disappointed that he didn’t even try. Hell, I didn’t even get a goodnight.
The thought confuses me, and before I allow myself to turn back and call after him for a wild night of being tossed around my small home, I enter my access code into the keypad at the main entrance of my apartment complex and get my ass inside. I hurry up three flights of stairs before finally coming to my door, hastily unlocking it, stepping inside, and locking the door behind me.
I’m not going to be Viper’s little plaything.
Good for the hole does not mean good for the soul.
2
REID
Kyah. Kyah. Kyah.
My beautiful Kyah Renee Bailey.
Fuck, she’s going to be mine.
She walks down the street, and I stick to the shadows, hidden under the cover of the surrounding buildings. My gaze sails over her body, taking in the art covering both of her arms and chest. There’s a raw beauty to her, something real that I haven’t seen in a woman for a long time, and I know, without a doubt, that this one is going to be a wild ride.
I’m already infatuated. One look and I needed to have her.
I can’t wait to hear her scream and feel her body under my hands as I take her life, but first, I’m going to make her mine. She’s going to want me just like I want her. She’s going to love me, depend on me, and crave me every moment of the day. And fuck, when I taste her? The thought alone makes my hands ball into fists at my sides. I’m ready to take her right here in the middle of the street, but I have to be careful and play my cards just right.
This woman intrigues me.
I need to wrap my hand around her blonde hair and pull her into me. I need to hear the soft exhale of breath when I push inside her. And damn it, I know she’s going to be tight, like the perfect fit, made just for me.
There’s a feistiness in her. It’s as though she’s just waiting for me to come and give her exactly what she needs, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I see it in her. She’s never been satisfied, never felt the kind of rush I could give her.
I’ve been doing this for a long time, carefully choosing the woman who will become my newest obsession, and Kyah is easy. She lives alone, and from what I can tell, doesn’t rely on her family or friends. She walks to and from work, apart from the times Big Jim offers to drive her, though on nights like tonight, she foolishly declined, preferring to walk instead.
God, she’s going to make it easy for me. I’m almost disappointed that she won’t be a challenge.
I know her likes, her dislikes, her favorite meals, and where she prefers to buy them. But it’s not enough; this is only the surface-level shit. I need to go deeper to work out what makes her tick.
We’re in the middle of Brooklyn, and luckily for me, there’s plenty of people littering the street so I’m able to keep close without raising suspicion. She stops by the convenience store and grabs a chocolate bar and a soda, and I wait out front, hidden in the shadows, taking a long drag of a cigarette. Then when she steps out of the store, she passes right by me, and her sweet scent washes over me like the sweetest summer breeze. If I didn’t have the kind of control that comes from years of practice, I would have ended her life right here, but that would be a tragedy. I’m not nearly done with her yet. Hell, I haven’t even started.
Kyah keeps walking, smashing the chocolate bar like there’s no tomorrow, and as I fall in behind her, inconspicuously following her home, I can’t help but wonder if she has any consideration for her own safety.