Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
That roller door had an industrial-sized padlock and a chain keeping it locked, and somehow, Roni has broken through it. She sits out on the grassy area behind the warehouse, and I watch her with a raised brow. The door was open, she could have run and gone back home, though I would have found her stubborn ass and brought her right back, but she didn’t. She sat out in the sun and stayed.
I watch her for a few moments, sitting back in the grass with her head tipped back, raised to the sun and soaking up the rays. She’s fucking beautiful. Her blonde hair reflects the sun and makes it look almost as though she wears a halo, which is ironic when you consider that she shot a man today. She didn’t kill him, though. Her shot went straight through his shoulder, and while she sent him sprawling out on the ground and bleeding, it wasn’t a kill shot. That came later.
She turns to look at me as she hears me striding toward her. “Hungry?” I ask, looking down at her sun-kissed cheeks.
Her eyes rake over my body, and as her stare begins to heat, she slowly spreads her legs, revealing everything that’s hidden beneath my shirt. “Starving.”
Fuck me.
My dick hardens, and I try and figure out the quickest way to get her back to my bed. Fuck eating—I can shove food down her throat later. “Let’s go then.”
Roni shakes her head and I watch as defiance shines brightly through her eyes. “No,” she tells me. “If we’re doing this, then I’m taking control.” She pats the grass beside her. “Sit your ass down, Nic. It’s my turn to fuck you, and I’m going to do it right here for the world to see.”
CHAPTER 8
RONI
My feet rest upon the table as I study the knife in my hands. It’s been just over a week, and I don’t think I’ve ever fucked so much in my life. My pussy is always throbbing and aching but in the best kind of way.
Nic has held me here, not allowing me to leave the warehouse but he’s certainly given me my freedom. It’s like I’m playing the role of his girlfriend again, and we’re locked away on vacation. Only instead of a tropical beach, it’s a dirty as fuck bunker hidden beneath a warehouse.
I’ve gotten to know the real Nic, and while he’s exactly as I always remembered, I’m quickly realizing that I don’t hate him like I’ve always told myself. He’s a monster, but he always has a method to his madness.
Over the past week, I've watched him kill three men, and each of them have deserved it more than the last. As soon as he’s done, a fire lights in his eyes, and he fucks me until I’m screaming his name—sometimes still with his victim’s blood all over his body. For some reason, knowing he holds that kind of power gets me hotter than I’ve ever been before.
Nic was right. I fucking love it. I have darkness inside me, and the more I encourage that part of me to shine, the less I'm starting to hate my time here. I miss my life and hate that I’m away from my patients, but when I think about it, I probably need a therapist more than they do.
I haven’t shot anyone since the guy at the beginning, but the more and more that I watch Nic, the more I feel that I could. It’s a dangerous game he has me playing, one that could destroy me.
Am I sick? Maybe I’m just twisted like Nic, but either way, I don’t want to go home.
Nic steps out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist as his strong muscles roll with his movement. He stops by his dresser. “Get dressed,” he tells me. “The cops have stopped searching around here. We can go and pick up something to eat, but then I have a job.”
“Oh?” I ask, getting up from the table and leaving the knife behind. I bite down on my lip, not sure how far I could push this. “What kind of job? Can I come?”
Nic stops what he’s doing and looks over at me as I make my way toward him. “I need to address the Widows, let them know what’s going on. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be there.”
“You think I can’t handle it?”
“I think they can’t handle it,” he says, leaning into me. He brushes his knuckles down my cheek before grabbing my chin and forcing my stare back to his. “We’ll get dinner and then I’ll drop you back here. I’ll only be gone an hour. I wanna get back here so I can run my tongue through your sweet cunt.”
Need washes through me. “Why wait?” I ask, feeling my pussy pulsing with anticipation.