Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Now it’s his turn to look a little knocked off balance. His head tilts and he leans back for a moment. “No, I couldn’t,” he says, his voice harsh. “Why are you having another show?”
“I wanted you to see my new pieces.”
“Who says I’ll come?”
“You’ll come.” I’m not sure of much, but I’m sure about that. There’s no way in hell Jackal would miss another chance at bossing me around on the roof.
He’s quiet, studying me. I stare back and wish he were here in the room. I’d let his hands roam my body—let them push up my shirt, squeeze my nipples, tease my pussy—
God, I’ve lived without this kind of need for so long, and now that it’s back, I’m like a horny teenager or something. I have no discipline, no self-control, nothing at all but this stupid, brainless, animalistic ache between my legs.
And I hate it. But I also love it.
“If you want me to show up, you’ll need to earn it.” His voice takes on an edge and excitement blasts through my core.
“Another game?”
“An easy one.” He stares at me, his eyes brooding behind the mask. “Undress for me.”
I don’t move. My body’s on fire. My skin’s tingling and I’m not sure I heard right. “You want me to take off my clothes?”
“Yes, little demon.”
“That’s a bad idea. How do I know you aren’t recording?”
“You don’t.” There’s a definite smile in the way he says it. “But you’re supposed to trust me.”
I take a deep breath to steady myself, but I’m having trouble thinking straight.
If Jackal wanted to hurt me, he could’ve done it twice already. If he wanted to blackmail me, he could’ve used my identity against me.
He hasn’t done any of that.
But that doesn’t mean he won’t.
A shiver of excitement runs down my spine. I close my eyes, and this is how I know I’m broken: the danger, the risk, is exactly what I want.
I step away from the bed and leave the screen facing me. Slowly, I take off my shirt, tossing my dust-covered top down onto the floor. I’m in a sports bra, and I leave that on as I strip out of my heavy denim pants. I feel exposed and am shivering with anticipation as I stand in front of him wearing only a pair of black boy shorts and my sports bra.
“Keep going,” he says and his voice is thick with desire.
“What happens next?”
“You’ll find out. Trust, remember?”
“It seems like you’re getting all the fun.”
“No, little demon. This is still all about you.” He leans closer to the camera. “Take off your clothes. I want you exposed. I want you vulnerable.”
I close my eyes and pretend like there’s a blindfold across my face.
Then I step out of my boy shorts and pull off my sports bra.
I don’t bother covering myself. I feel him staring, even though I keep my eyes shut. I know what he’s seeing: small breasts, hard nipples, flat stomach. I have a thick ass and strong thighs from sculpting all the damn time. My body’s nice, I can’t pretend like it isn’t, but I’ve never shown myself to anyone before, and it’s terrifying.
But it’s also exciting.
“Good girl. God, look at you. Did you know that you’re blushing? You’re Laura Bianco, sitting astride the city, and you’re blushing like you’ve never been touched before. But I’ve touched you. Do you remember?”
“I remember,” I whisper, licking my lips.
“You are beautiful, little demon. You are a prize. You should be told that every single day, but only after you’ve earned it.”
“Have I earned it this time?” I open my eyes. He’s sitting back further from the camera, draped in the shadows. I can only see the outline of his black mask and the gold highlights.
“Almost, baby, almost. Let me see all of you. Turn, nice and slow.”
I obey. Fuck it. At this point, I’m beyond caring. I let him see my back, my ass, the sides of my breasts. I let him see all of me. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Not yet. Get on the bed. Lie with your back to the pillows.”
I hesitate, and I can tell he doesn’t like that. He leans forward again, his gray eyes coming into view.
“Do what I’m asking, little demon, or I will end this call and you’ll never see me again.”
I whimper and curse but I give in. I adjust the computer so he’s on my right side, down near my hips, the top half of my body visible.
“Spread your legs,” he whispers. “Close your eyes. I want you to imagine something for me. Can you do that?”
I nod slowly. “I can do it.”
“Good. We’re standing together on a bridge. Down below, a river churns past, the water moving fast. It’s the middle of the night and the full moon glitters off the water. It’s warm and smells like the ocean. Do you see it?”