Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I loved the power he had just shown, which was a rather strange feeling to have.
“Not tonight,” Peter said.
“But—”
“No, I am not going to take you again tonight. It’s going to be a couple of days before you feel my cock inside you.”
I was pretty sure he gritted his teeth as he spoke. I’d never been so forward with anyone in my life.
Peter ran a hand down my body, and I stopped wriggling as his hand moved between my thighs.
“But that doesn’t mean I cannot make you feel good in another way,” he said.
He pressed a finger between my slit, stroked across my clit, and then delved down toward my entrance.
I gasped as he slid a single finger inside me. There wasn’t any pain, but I was still getting accustomed to the feel of someone inside me.
This was a different kind of feeling. He pulled the finger out of me and I couldn’t help but whimper because I didn’t want him to stop. Peter chuckled, and then eased it back inside me.
“I’m not going to stop, but I am going to play.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I tried to contain the noises I wanted to make.
The pleasure Peter was causing my body was a heady thing. He drew that finger up and began to stroke my clit. I felt an orgasm already starting to build, which he took away from me by thrusting back inside me.
He changed it up, adding a second finger, and now he was fucking me with both, and then stroking my clit. Each time he touched my nub, I felt myself getting closer to an orgasm, only for him to stop before I went right over that peak. I wanted to scream at him, but again he had control over my body.
I didn’t know how long we ended up like this, where he teased and pushed my body from one extreme to another, but then it was like he knew I couldn’t take much more, and he thrust me over the edge, sending me hurtling into another shocking orgasm that took my breath away. I was sure I screamed his name a time or two, or even more.
Chapter Nine
Peter
A Few Months Later
Sliding my blade into the neck of the man who’d wandered into Pickle Quest, I had recognized him immediately. He’d tried the whole damaged car trick to gain information. For his unlucky day, I was the guy he got to ask for directions, and then of course, he asked me if I knew of a Niamh Byrne.
This guy had to have been an amateur. I was not a trained bounty hunter, but I knew a thing or two about killing people, and you didn’t go in all guns blazing, nor did you start by asking a whole heap of questions. That just didn’t happen.
Killing this bastard had been easy, way too easy, but if one had finally arrived, it was only a matter of time before more did.
Once the man was dead, which didn’t take very long, I stuffed him into the trunk of the car, climbed behind the wheel, and drove. I’d already put the call to Ivan that I was going to need a clean-up crew, and gave him the location to come and pick up the car and the dead body.
It took me less than ten minutes to arrive to the spot, and I climbed out, slammed the door, and felt the rage consume me. Danger was getting close to Niamh.
If I hadn’t been on my way back to the gym after dropping her off at the diner, he’d have found someone else to give him Niamh’s location. One of the locals wouldn’t have thought twice about laughing off the inaccuracy of her last name, and saying they didn’t know a Niamh Byrne, but they did know a Niamh Long.
This is why you had to change your first fucking name.
I didn’t have to wait long for Ivan to arrive, but I was surprised he wasn’t alone. The fucking Butcher was there, at the front of the car with him. Since when did they become such close pals? I was pissed off.
“What the fuck?” I asked, the moment Ivan got out of the car.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” The Butcher said.
She wore a hat, a pair of jeans, and a blouse, making her appear like an ordinary woman, when I knew she had a lot more kills under her belt. She was a professional killer. No one knew her story. In all honesty, this was the first time I had truly met her.
No one knew her name. She was a butcher. Her and The Beast’s identity had remained a mystery. I’d tried to find more information about the two, but there was nothing.
They killed and took care of business, and they were rivals, that was all. However, time to time, they would partner up to deal with whatever problem had arisen. Is that what was happening now? Ivan needed both to take over section six.