Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Then she steps into my vision, like the sun eclipsing the entire world around it with radiance and warmth.
I chuckle as soon as she comes into my view. She shuffles her feet and keeps her eyes glued to the floor beneath her, probably shocked at the depravity she’s witnessing. She doesn’t really look like she belongs here. That’s what I like—her innocence. She’s hesitant, wearing a novice outfit, a black leather dress with a Catwoman mask. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for Catwoman.
When my fingers touch her skin, it’s fire, but not the fire I’ve become accustomed to. The flames don’t cause pain, dragging me and anyone else who comes into my path to the fiery pits of hell. It’s the type of fire that can purify your soul, the type where one lick can have you trapped, willing to be its slave for all eternity. But I can’t be a slave. I can never be under anyone’s foot again. I take what I want and leave. Just one taste.
“Punishment is my specialty, baby,” I say before nipping at her bare shoulder. She jerks in my arms then leans back and relaxes. From the corner of my eye, I notice a voyeur watching us. When I make eye contact, the fucker smirks, his hand moving against his dick, trying to cause friction.
I narrow my eyes at him, letting him know to keep his eyes elsewhere. The fucker just rubs his dick harder. I know what I’m about to do is crazy and it can fuck up everything, but I don’t give a fuck. “I’ll be right back.”
I drop her hand and march right up to the fucker. He has the nerve to look turned on, like I’m about to drop to the floor and worship his tiny cock. My hands grab on to his face. His mouth parts. My smirk matches his, but it’s not one of lust or desire. It’s one of death, the one I’ve worn my entire adult life. My thumbs move up from his face until they circle the outside of his eyes. “I don’t fuck around.”
It takes a second for my words to register, a second too late. My thumbs dig into the fucker’s eyes. He screams, not realizing the more they scream, the more it eggs me on. That’s my thing. I like the screams, hearing the pain they feel. The pain drags him to his knees.
I slam his head against the wall, not once, not twice, but three times. Blood splatters on the ground, followed by his limp body. “Don’t ever look at what belongs to me again,” I say, puncturing each word with a kick.
Moving back to the beautiful stranger, I grab her hand and start dragging her away. “Come on.”
Panic is laced in her words, causing my dick to harden. “You just fuckin’ kicked the shit out of him, and I’m not sure what else you did. I think he’s bleeding.” She glances down at my hand. “Your thumbs look like they’ve been in a bloodbath.”
My gaze locks with the blood, and I wince. Should’ve kept my damn cool, stayed calm like I usually do. I don’t just lose it. I turn to her and snap, “It’s fine.”
She stops moving, and for the first time, I can see fear flash in her eyes. Fuck.
“He knows the deal.”
I expect her to rip her hand out of my grasp and storm out of there, but she doesn’t. Instead, she licks her lip as if what she saw actually turned her on. The girl makes my head spin, keeping me on my toes, something no one’s been able to do for the past fifteen years. “Aren’t we gonna get kicked out?”
“No.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I know everyone’s secrets.”
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace private. These fuckers keep looking at you, and I’m not in the mood to light them all up. I’d rather terrorize your body.” Pulling her to my side, my hand firmly holding onto her waist, I bend down to whisper in her ear. “Would you like that? Me making you scream?”
Her bottom lip slides between her teeth. “Okay.”
Okay. I never thought that word would sound so fuckin’ magical, but on her lips, it is like someone just informed me I’d won the damn world. I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me. Women have never really been my thing. That is why I only fuck the ones who know the score. I use them, they use me, and after we both nut, once of us gets the fuck out. There are no tender moments or a desire to bring them so much pleasure that the world under their feet would shatter and their eyes would see stars. But this one, the princess, I want her to not only experience stars, but to transport her to a completely different galaxy. I want my cock to be a fuckin’ conductor, making her entire body play a symphony she’d never forget.