Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Christ, it’s too much to even imagine.
I chase the venomous thoughts from my mind, climb into my car, and speed back to my apartment. I was so engrossed by my memories of last night, obsessing over the video I took, that I completely forgot lunch. I need to change out of this goddamn suit and quickly eat something before I go find Ali.
But when I get back to my apartment, I find the door cracked. Someone’s bypassed my doorman and my own aftermarket lock.
That’s it.
They’ve found me.
Instantly, my Glock’s in my hands. My breaths are controlled, despite the increase in heartbeat. This isn’t the first time someone’s tried to kill me. And I won’t be going out like some new piece of fresh meat.
This is why I can’t be in her life. Why I wanted to cut myself off before things got any more tangled up between us. I don’t belong with her. Not only am I not right. Not only am I not stable, but my past will haunt us both wherever I go. The sins of my past will become the sins of her future. I know she’s better off without me, yet I still can’t bring myself to turn away.
I burst into my apartment, eyes down the sights of my pistol, only to find Ali sitting confidently on the couch. She stares up at me like she’s not even surprised. Not even scared.
“They really should beef up security around here.” She smiles. “If all it takes to get in is flirting with a doorman and a guy-friend who’s good with electronics, you’ve got yourself some serious problems.”
Something inside me snaps. Like a ferocious dragon, the old Parker rears his head inside and flips a switch that sends me back into killer mode. I toss my pistol and snatch my knife from my waist. All it takes is a fraction of a heartbeat for me to cross the room and grab Ali by the neck. I pin her up against the wall and press the blade to her throat.
“Why are you here!?” I hiss, my eyes narrow like a snake. “Are you one of the family? You work for the Feds? Answer me or I’ll end you right now!”
Any other person would be pissing in their pants right now. But Ali barely even flinches. In fact, I’m pretty sure I see excitement in her eyes. One quick horizontal pull from my knife and I could end her life. We both know this. But she doesn’t seem a bit bothered.
She isn’t normal.
She’s out to get me.
I should have known better. But I let my heart and my cock get in the way of my brain. And even now, they’re both taking over my professional instincts. I want to kill this girl, but I also want to fuck her silly. Whoever hired her to draw me out couldn’t have picked a more perfect beauty. She’s completely turned me upside down.
“I’m here because I thought it was time to return the favor,” Ali replies, her voice controlled and unwavering.
“Favor?” I spit. “What favor?”
“Well, you’ve broken into my place countless times before. I figured it would be okay if I did the same to you.”
My heart pounds in my chest. Blood rushes straight to my cock, which throbs painfully against my briefs. I shouldn’t trust her. I can’t trust her. But that doesn’t change the fact that I also can’t resist her.
With a swift flick of the wrist, I throw my knife to the floor, embedding it in the hardwood. I inhale her scent as I lift her onto the couch and pin her down beneath me. There it is.
A fever has overtaken me. The last remnants of restraint have left me, and I roughly flip Ali over onto her back and tear her pants down to her knees, taking her cute red panties with them. I hear fabric ripping as I force her legs apart and growl, “I’ll buy you a new pair.”
I’m pretty sure I hear her giggle softly.
The sweet scent of her pussy enters my nostrils, amplifying the savage lust within. Her pretty little slit gleams up at me like a treasure. One I’m completely unable to resist.
I bury my face in her center, wetting my cheeks as I drag my tongue up her valley to the precious nub that causes her body to wriggle with delight. I do not do this. I don’t go down on women. But Ali is different. She’s special. She deserves the best treatment I can give–not a goddamn blade held to her neck. What was I thinking? I have to show her how much I worship her.
A moan spills from her lips as I flatten my tongue and apply pressure. My hands slip up her T-shirt to grasp her plump tits as she begins to writhe beneath me, swaying her hips and pressing back against my face.