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)
God, if only she could be mine for good.
If only she was an innocent little girl.
She tries to speak, but my palm muffles her voice. I show her the blade, reminding her of who has the power here. “No excuses,” I tell her. “No lies. I can’t take them, Ali. I just can’t.”
I’m losing it. I let my head fall forward into the nook of her shoulder and nape and do nothing as she wraps her arms around me like a caring mother. Tears spill from my eyes as I pound her like an engine piston working overtime.
“Why did you do this to me?” I moan. “Why?”
This will be the hardest kill of my life.
How will I be able to live with myself after it’s done?
Ali somehow goes off before me. Her sex clamps down on my shaft, and her body trembles against mine, causing me to burst inside her. I rest my teeth against the exposed skin of her shoulder where her shirt is hanging loose. I am not present as I come. All that’s there is my basic, inner self. The me that’s in love with Ali and cannot make rational decisions at this moment. It’s only when we both start to come down that I actually return and realize what I’ve done.
I’m a sick bastard.
I look at my blade, still pressed against her chest.
It’s time. All I have to do is press my hand against the butt of the handle with enough pressure and she’ll be gone. But when I raise my head and see the tenderness and compassion in her eyes, I know I just can’t do it.
“Fuck…”
“We’re sick, aren’t we?” Ali’s question is like a shock to the heart. Something I was not expecting. I frown at her, and she just giggles. “I mean–what kind of girl can come when a man is holding a knife to her chest?”
I’m lost. Like a ship at sea without a compass and no sign of land. I thought I had this all figured out, but the way Ali is reacting now has me questioning everything.
“Yes…” I stutter. “We’re sick. I…”
“You really had me worried there for a second,” she titters. “I thought you might actually be trying to hurt me. But I know you would never do that to me. Would you, Parker?”
My foundation collapses like a Jenga stack. Pieces of me scatter everywhere. I thought I had a handle on the situation. I thought I understood what had to happen. Who Ali was. Now I’m not sure. Even the best actress in the world couldn’t put on this good of a performance.
Is it possible she’s not a mole?
“Why did you put the sensor in the building?” I ask her, my pulse pounding heavily in my ears. To my surprise, she actually smiles.
“I wanted to know when you were down there. When you were watching me.” She shrugs and bites her lower lip. “It was exciting. But you know that, don’t you? You find it exciting to stalk me.”
Oh my God, she’s actually being serious right now. Ali has no idea I was really going to kill her tonight. She just thinks I was playing out our kinky little game–ramping up the intensity or something. Her eyes are glazed with post-orgasmic bliss, and she’s absolutely glowing like a happy drunk.
Although there is a little something beneath it all. A questioning look like she has more she wants to say to me.
Or am I just imagining things?
It wouldn’t be the first time.
“I…I’m wrong for you, Ali.” It’s like an axe being embedded into my chest as I speak the words.
“Oh, really?” she sasses back. “Is this when you tell me I’ll be better off with a nice, normal guy who has never fired a gun and likes boring, missionary sex where I’ll never get off?”
“Stop messing around–”
“Me messing around?” For the first time, she actually snaps back at me. “You’re the one playing games, Parker. I stalked you for nearly a week and don’t know a goddamn thing about you!”
I’m still inside her. Still hard.
I could go again right now, but I slip out of her, causing her to gasp.
“You’re better off not knowing,” I grumble as I stuff my erection back into my pants. “You’ll be safer that way.”
“Safer?” She laughs. “Says the man who pointed at a gun at me and threatened to kill me with a knife–not once, but twice!”
“I thought you liked it?” I counter.
“I did! But if you have something you’re hiding from me, come out and tell me. Don’t make up some excuse that I’m safer not being around you, because that sounds like a steaming pile of horseshit.”
She’s right. Of course she’s right. I’ve done nothing but fuck this whole thing up since the start. It’s a miracle I’m even standing here with her right now. No, not a miracle. It’s fate. Ali and I are meant to be together. I see it now. And my mission in life from here on out is to make sure that she is with me and that she is safe.