Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
He was the one always telling me to loosen up. Have fun. Let the chips fall where they may.
Well, the chips had gotten him killed and now I was in the middle of throwing my career away for revenge, and a barely legal girl. I had to admit that to myself now. I wasn’t just using her to get answers.
I was doing something else entirely. What exactly, I had no fucking idea.
I sprawled out on the bed and stared out the window. Dawn was just beginning to light up the sky.
‘Well, let’s see Danny. I have a girl chained up in my living room. I just spanked her. But what I’d really like to do is chain her to my bed.’
Then I could fuck the truth out of her. Make her scream my name. Maybe tell me the damn truth as I toyed with her gorgeous body, teasing and touching and tasting her at will.
I had a feeling little Miss Jones was absofuckinglutely delicious.
I wouldn’t even fuck her for a good long while. I’d take my time, feasting on every inch of her.
Fuck. I hadn’t been this hard since- well, ever.
I rolled onto my stomach and moaned as my cock rubbed against the mattress. Maybe I should just take care of this myself-
But it felt wrong. She was right there. I wanted the real thing, not just a mindless release.
An empty release, without the object of my twisted affections being involved.
I was inches away from walking down the stairs, pulling off my clothes and doing something unthinkable.
The girl is chained up, DeWitt. Don’t be a creep. This is starting to feel like Silence of The fucking Lambs.
My phone pinged and I stared at the screen. My hand was already wrapped around my shaft. I released my grip and picked up the phone instead.
Saved by the bell. Literally.
I stared at the phone and sat up.
Fuck me.
They’d found another body. At The Jar. And this time, Mason was a suspect.
Cassandra
I woke up to the smell of pancakes. I blinked and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Connor was in the kitchen, cooking something.
Pancakes most likely. Real smart, Cass. Putting two and two together like that.
I eyeballed Connor warily. He looked sharp, like he was going somewhere. He was fully dressed in a similar outfit to the night he’d come into The Jar. Suit jacket and jeans. He was even wearing his gun.
And an apron.
The combination of the gray flannel suit jacket and the plaid apron was almost too much. I would have laughed but the way I felt when I looked at him made me nervous.
Not because he was scary.
Because I liked looking at him so much.
Too much.
Not to mention the clanking sound when my feet hit the floor made him give me a look that made my insides turn to jelly.
Oh right, he’d chained me up. Great.
He might be hot, but he was also possibly psychotic. And I had zero options at this point. I could try and be nice. Or I could try and get away again.
With a hacksaw maybe.
“Here. Eat.”
He put a cup of coffee in front of me, along with a plate of pancakes. He’d already put a neat little pat of butter on top. And syrup.
Not too much, either. It was pretty much a perfect plate. I stared at it, my mouth watering.
“I have to go out.”
I realized I was starving as I reached for the food and immediately started cutting it into neat squares. I stopped long enough to ask him a question before popping a big, juicy bite of pancake into my mouth.
Damn, the guy could cook.
“Great. When does this come off?”
I wagged my foot at him and he stared at it, clearing his throat. I noticed his eyes lingered on my bare foot and lowered it with a clank.
“It doesn’t.”
“You’re leaving me here chained up? What if the building catches fire?”
“It won’t.”
“But-“
“Eat. Rest. Read a book. I’ll be back in a few hours.”
He nodded and I saw he had brought my stuff down. He’d even set out a couple of books on the coffee table and a neatly stacked change of clothes rested at the foot of the couch.
My eyes got wide when I saw the fresh white cotton bra and panties on top. Hello. He’d touched my panties.
His gaze followed mine and we both stared at those small white panties with the pink bow. I saw his lips open slightly. He licked his lips too. Like he was hungry.
Well, he should have some pancakes if he was hungry! Not go through my fucking bags! I sighed and held up the chain.
“How can I change with this on?”
His jaw ticked. He sighed and glanced at his watch.
“Fine. You can change real quick. No time for a shower.”
He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked my ankle cuff. I shivered from the warm, rough feeling of his hands on my skin. The man’s callouses had callouses.