Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
She’s not biting her lip now.
Now, it’s as though she’s sharpening her inner claws.
I like pain, little lamb.
Her green eyes glow hot with anger. She’s obviously here to confront me. Most likely for being acquitted by the jury. Kate Rose was a nice woman. If they were best friends, Natasha must be fairly nice too for them to get along.
And nice girls don’t come after bad boys.
Bad boys will eat nice girls for dinner.
She catches me eyeing her hungrily. I lick my lips and grin at her. I’d give my right nut to run my tongue along the side of her perfect, untouched neck. To taste the saltiness of her unease as it prickles along her flesh like a delicious little snack for a monster like me. I would nibble at her tiny earlobe with the tiny diamond stud and whisper hot, dirty things into her ear.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I glance over at the clock. Ten minutes. I have ten minutes until I need to get out into the main part of the club to listen to Soul Prison. She has ten minutes to come over here and do whatever damage she plans on doing.
And she better cut deep, hard, and fast.
Because if she doesn’t…I’ll be coming for her.
There’s no way I can’t pursue the fuck out of this woman now. Not when I’ve fantasized about making her face turn purple and her throat bruised by my fingers. She should have stayed the fuck away. I would’ve left her alone. Tried to forget about how fucking enticing she was in the courtroom.
But now?
Little lamb, you’ve fucked up by coming to the lion’s den.
I’m hungry for you, baby.
I have your scent now.
There’s no getting away.
Two
He’s disgusting. I hate him.
How can that woman do that to him in full view of everyone?
Gross. And weird, too.
Her head bobs up and down like she’s going for gold and yet he’s not even paying attention to her ministrations. Warm, acquisitive eyes scan the room until they find me and stop.
A twist of his lips sends a flood of heat to my cheeks and between my thighs.
Ugh, focus, Natasha.
Some of these places he likes to come to are just a cesspit for drunks and whores, both men and women. The air stinks of cheap perfume, lousy beer, sweat, and bodily fluids. I’m going to need to get checked at the clinic after just coming in here.
I sense other men’s eyes on me, but the only ones having any effect are his.
The bastard.
I detest him and his influence on my body more than anything in this world. My body doesn’t contain the same rage my mind does. I hate how I can know what he is—a monster, a pervert, a murdering creep—yet my body still reacts like every other damn woman who’s around him. Lust. Primal and achingly present whenever I see him.
Pleasure washes over his face, the muscles in his body tensing as the blonde on her knees gags on his release. Disgusting. Beautiful. When she pulls away, I catch a glint of silver on the tip of his dick. A piercing. I’m ridiculously curious, but refuse to entertain that thought for even one second longer.
He fastens his jeans, his eyes never leaving my direction. Good. I want him to see me. To know I’m watching.
I’ll haunt him for her. I won’t let him forget her and what he did.
Sending the woman on her way forces a snort from me. The disappointment on her face is comical. She looks older than him by at least a decade, and yet has the same pining in her eyes as most of the college age girls here, hoping at a shot with the bad boy Ren Hayes. His reputation is more famous than half the bands he’s helped launch.
The swagger he has screams confidence—in charge—not a care in the world. But he’s a murderer.
Convincing the strangers on the jury—who didn’t even know Kate—that he didn’t kill her, may have come naturally to him, but he didn’t trick me with his lies. I know what he did, and so does he.
He didn’t just kill my best friend, he stole a part of me in the process.
Kate and I weren’t just friends. We grew up together, shared dreams, went to school together, lived together.
We were best friends, and he snuffed out her light. The asshole got away with it, making her out to be some fetish queen. Kate was as straitlaced as they come. I would have known if she was into kinky sex. She would have told me. Wouldn’t she?
Ignoring the faint whisperings of my subconscious, I narrow my eyes at Ren. As much as I remind myself he’s a killer, it doesn’t stop me from coming here, from seeking him out.
I’m not afraid of him. Not in the way I should be. But I can’t figure out why the hell not.