Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Damn, Cyber. I think I’ve seen it firsthand,” Demi says with a laugh.
“What?” I growl, staring at the now nearly empty lobby in pure annoyance. Growling in frustration because instant lust had shot straight to my groin, and I’d lost sight of where she disappeared. She could have gone through any of the other doors or met up with the man she was attending the show with.
Fucking hell. I crack my knuckles, silently thinking of all the ways I could dispose of the bastard.
“Another Rider falls.” Demi pats my chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say without looking at her because it’s a lie and I don’t need Demi on my case until I find this woman again. Even if I can’t spot her in the Center tonight, I possess the software to search her out, and damn right, I’ll be sure to find her one way or another. There’s no doubt in my mind that Demi’s right and I’ve become another Steele Rider statistic. My heart has just been stolen by the little dark-haired beauty that scurried off into the music hall.
“And you didn’t want to come with me. Ha.” Someone is going to be lording this over me for a very long time.
“Well, I came, didn’t I?” I’m so glad I did.
“Let’s take our seats and see if we can spot your future wife.” I roll my eyes while secretly interested in learning more about the woman. Fuck, I hope she wasn’t with some boyfriend or, worse, a husband. It wouldn’t be the first time I killed someone. Although, this one wouldn’t be guilty of anything other than having the woman I deserve. God, I sound sick even to myself. Shit. I’ve gone off the deep end, and I know nothing about this woman.
“Were all the guys this fucking insane?”
“Yep.” I think about all the shit they had me do, and I know they were so fucked up for their women from day one.
We take our seats in the lighted auditorium near the front of the theater. A large grand piano sits center stage while all the other stands and chairs are wrapped in a semi-circle to the rear of the stage. I’m sure I’ll enjoy myself even with all the complaints.
Still, I scan the audience, looking for my mystery woman, but I don’t find my little brunette runaway. However, I catch the notice of someone else. About ten seats away from me, I spot a prick in a worn, three-piece suit staring at me with daggers in his eyes. My eyebrows pinch together as I return his glare, wanting to punch the bastard in the face, but then there’s a hush as the lights begin to lower and he turns his head.
“Prick,” I mutter, turning my head toward the stage. The guy probably has a little penis and wants a woman like Demi. Jealous guys like that glare at men like me who have beautiful women at their sides.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I don’t want to ruin Demi’s night even though I was being a shithead earlier.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Let’s welcome to the stage a special guest who is with us tonight. Finishing her tour, a former student and now professional pianist, the magnificent Andrea Cole.” My eyes shoot open as the woman I collided with stands on stage to applause. As if she senses me in the crowd, her eyes lock onto mine, and I give her a wink. A brief yet noticeable smile appears on her face before she moves to her piano seat. She takes a calming breath and then tilts her chin slightly as her fingers come down on the keys, striking the notes perfectly.
I listen to her play, letting it become the background music to the filthy thoughts in my head. Every time her neck rolls slightly, I itch to run my tongue along her pulse to lick her rapidly beating vein. Strands of her hair move to the rhythm of the music, and I picture them bouncing while she’s riding my hard cock, squeezing her tight hole around me.
My heart ticks faster and faster as the tempo picks up. Her performance is stunning, and she’s captivated not only me, but the entire audience. I turn to Demi, and she’s just as enthralled by my temptress. Sure, there are others performing, but they don’t matter. They’ve essentially disappeared into the background, a mere shadow to her magnificence.
A strange feeling comes over me, and I’m not comfortable with it. I’ve never been jealous before. Never had a reason for it. Now, I’m even more spellbound by this woman, and I’m not sure I like it. This shouldn’t be happening to me. I’m levelheaded and calm compared to the other guys, yet I’m feeling the urge to unleash the caveman in me. I don’t know anything about her, other than she’s talented, beautiful, has a perfect voice, and is sweet. I might be unhinged.