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)
The warehouse doesn’t have a great setup, and it doesn’t take long to figure out what I’m looking for. I creep through the maze-like hallways with my head down, evading both the cameras and Mason’s henchmen before finally coming to his office.
The door has been left open, however, Mason is nowhere to be seen. Judging by the cold drink on the desk with fresh condensation around the glass and the phone left out beside his laptop, it’s fair to assume the asshole has probably gone to take a shit.
Slipping inside the office, I step in beside his shelving unit, keeping me hidden from the door while I wait. The lights are out, so it doesn’t take much to keep me concealed, and after only a short ten-minute wait, the man of the hour finally returns.
Mason switches on the light as he passes over the threshold and strides into the office, his gaze so focused on his desk that he fails to notice me. He takes his seat at his desk before swiping his hand over his phone and checking his notifications. His back is to me, and I shake my head. This fucker is making it too easy, but in a warehouse full of hired security, easy is what I need tonight. Though there’s no telling if this will sedate the burning need to spill blood within me. Either way, I’m sure it’s still going to be fun.
Stepping out from beside the shelf, my hand silently swipes across the end of Mason’s desk, collecting an old computer cable, and I quickly unravel it as I move in behind him. Then just as his back stiffens and he finally senses that something isn’t right, I snap the cable around his throat and pull tight.
Mason immediately struggles, clawing at the cable, but it’s no fucking use. My hold on him is rock solid. I lean forward, bending down toward his ear as he gasps for air, struggling and failing to fill his lungs. “You made the biggest mistake of your life going after my Kyah,” I tell him, purring in his ear as I feel my cock thickening. “She belongs to only me.”
Mason doesn’t even bother to try and respond, and as he begins to weaken, I feel that same desperation I felt when I killed his brother.
I’m not going to make it.
I’m going to come in my fucking pants again.
“Ahhh fuck,” I grunt, adjusting my hold on the cable around his neck, freeing one of my hands to plunge into the front of my pants and fist my cock, but it’s not enough. I whip it out, my tip hovering right by Mason’s ear. “Don’t mind me,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I rest my cock over his wide shoulder. “Just gonna leave this here.”
My hips jolt as Mason lets out a strangled groan, and I can’t help but start jerking off, right there on his fucking shoulder, but damn it, it’s just too good. I tighten my hold on the cable, pulling even tighter, and just as Mason’s body goes slack, I come like a horny fucking teenager. “Fuck,” I groan low, my hips jolting forward as hot cum spurts from my cock and splatters against Mason’s suit jacket.
I stand there for a minute in shock, my chest heaving.
I really need to get to the bottom of this whole spontaneous ejaculation while murdering the men in Kyah’s life thing. Perhaps I need to book a therapy session, though I don’t know what I’m supposed to say without getting myself locked up. All I know is that it feels fucking incredible.
Once I catch my breath, I release my hold on the cable and glance down at Mason. He’s covered in my cum, and usually, I would do everything in my power to clean up behind me and not leave even a shred of evidence that could bring a kill right back to me, but let’s be honest, the cum splattered over his suit jacket is a fucking work of art created in Kyah’s name. How could I possibly destroy that? Besides, the assholes who work here aren’t exactly calling in the feds to look into this, and they sure as fuck don’t have the necessary means to DNA test my cum. Not to mention, the likelihood of someone being responsible for scraping my cum off his jacket is next to none. And if you ask me, I think it’s the perfect gift to offer his workers . . . perhaps even a warning.
Ahhh, my sweet Kyah. She makes me careless, reckless, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hearing noise out in the hallway, my gaze snaps up, listening intently to the sound of the footfalls and realize they’re coming this way.
Shit. I guess my time is up.
Taking the cable with me, I jam it into my pocket before darting across the room to the small window and sliding it open. I launch myself out into the night, and just as I find my feet and close the window, I watch as two of Mason’s men appear in the open doorway.