Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
She let out a long breath. “Every time I think you’re one level of crazy, you raise it higher.”
“At least we’re learning about each other.”
Sadness laced her words. “How are you learning about me?”
“You don’t want to kill me. I’m glad about that.”
“But, I would do it. . .if I needed to. . .”
I curled my lips into a smile. “Then, we’ll see.”
She rolled her eyes. “How could you just fucking smile and say shit like that?”
“Because before you, I never thought I would love anything besides killing. Before you, there was only darkness and pain. Before you, I thought that a sick person’s screams of anguish would be my only minutes of peace.”
“It’s not fair to make me your hope and peace.”
“But it’s true. That’s what you are to me.” I inched her way. “You’re my peace. You’re my hope. You’re. . . my love.”
She widened her eyes and scooted to the side, trying to get closer to the door.
You still think you’re going to escape?
I gripped the handle hard. “I’m falling in love with you. That’s more than I could have ever hoped for in my fucked up life.”
“This isn’t love.”
“It isn’t. You’re correct about that. The simple idea of love is. . .cliche. . .overused. What we are is a whole lot more.”
“Then, what are we?”
“Possession. Obsession. All-encompassing heated passion. The kind that’s worth dying for.” I moved in. Now only a foot lay between us. “Just promise me one thing.”
She widened her eyes. “What?”
“If I die by your hands, let it be with this knife.” I placed my hand on my chest. “Stab me right in the heart and look into my eyes, when you do it.”
“W-why?”
“I want to see blood spill from my chest and spray onto your face. I want to feel my insides burn, while you’re on top of me.”
Her eyes watered. “Shut up.”
“But most of all, I want to see your face covered with my blood. I want that to be the last sight I see before I die.”
A tear spilled from her eye. “F-fuck you, Cain.”
“We’re getting to that.” I dove for her.
Fast, she dodged me and twisted away. But the bathroom was small and I took up all the space and there was no fucking way I would let her get away from me.
I captured her by the hips.
“No.” She hit me hard in the jaw.
Damn. She has a heavy punch.
Somehow, I still held her.
She tried to hit me again.
I caught her fist.
Then my mouth was on hers. I kissed her, hard and long, damn near hoping to take the air right out of her lungs. Maybe that would slow her down.
She moaned under me.
I let her go.
Panting, she stumbled back into the sink.
I closed the distance between us.
She tried to make a run for it, but I grabbed her, and yanked her to me.
“Wait!” She tried to shove me away.
Fast, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. “I’ve waited long enough.”
She panted. “Don’t. . .hurt me.”
With the other hand, I placed the knife’s sharp blade against her throat. “How do you feel?”
She panted. “Scared as fuck.”
My dick jerked. “Good.”
“W-what are you going to do?”
“Anything I fucking want.”
Chapter 19
Mine
PHOENIX
C
ain tightened his grip on the back of my head. “Come down the rabbit hole with me.”
I gulped down fear.
“Our sex can be something so intimate and powerful.” With the other hand, he kept the cold blade balanced on the center of my throat. “It could extend far beyond the physical act.”
I swallowed, feeling the metal press against my skin.
Cain’s hard dick pressed against my stomach. “With you. . .I want a deep, meaningful connection that blurs the line between two people.”
My breathing quickened.
Even if I didn’t know that he was erect, I could see the expression of barely restrained lust on his face. Usually, handsome and sculpted, it was now twisted and contorted in sexual frustration.
No man had ever looked at me like he did. I could tell the intense effect my body and the knife was having on him.
In some ways, I felt powerful and completely in control.
My pussy throbbed.
He moved the blade away and used the point to trace a heart on my throat. “Our sex will be intense.”
“No shit.” My head buzzed with anxious desire—something I’d only experienced with him.
“With our sex, we’ll be so close. . .” He slipped the blade up my chin. “So connected we would be unable to differentiate our bodies.”
He moved the knife to my lips. “Kiss it.”
Shivering, I did, pressing my mouth onto the cold blade.
He groaned. “Lick it.”
I slipped my tongue out and gave a long slow, lap to the metal. It was odd, but my nipples stiffened with need.
Cain’s voice grew dark. “So fucking sexy.”
He moved the knife from my mouth.