Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
I roll my tongue over my lips, trying to figure it out, but it’s not exactly an easy question. “I . . . I don’t really know,” I tell him honestly. “I’ve only just found out, and it’s a lot to take in. I mean, you’ve just told me that you’re a serial killer and get off on ending women’s lives—”
“Men’s, too,” he adds just for clarification. “That’s uhhh . . . that’s a new discovery.”
My brows furrow, and despite how badly I want to delve into that, I feel now isn’t exactly the right time to ask. “What I’m trying to say is that I’m going to need a little time to figure it out, but in the meantime, I know it’s kinda messed up for me to admit, but I don’t want anything to change.”
His brows furrow as if he didn’t expect that response, but I go on before he gets a chance to change his mind. “I like feeling the breeze through my window and knowing you’re there. I like the anticipation of knowing that when you get closer, you’re going to touch me. I like the way my heart races and the way my gasps get caught in my throat. But most of all, I like it when you grab me and spread my legs so far apart it hurts.”
I pause, letting out a shaky breath, feeling wrong for admitting all of this out loud, but once the words start, it’s impossible to stop. “When I was blindfolded, and I was just waiting there in my room, knowing that you had something so unbelievably wicked in store for me, I couldn’t control myself. I’ve never felt a rush like that. And last night, running through the park with bare feet, knowing that when you caught me, you were going to fuck me while I screamed, was the biggest thrill I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want that to end, Alex. But I also can’t stand the thought of losing the guy I’m falling in love with, the guy I can run to across the hall when I’ve had a shitty day. The idea that everything could change is killing me, and that honestly scares the shit out of me. I should be running from you. I shouldn’t want you like this, but every time you touch me, I become more addicted to everything that you are.”
He pulls me in and crushes his lips to mine, and despite knowing everything that he’s done, knowing the brutality of his actions against other women, I can’t help but melt into his delicious kiss. He takes his time, his tongue moving against mine until finally pulling back. “Baby, nothing has to change if you don’t want it to,” he says. “But I need to know you won’t run when it gets too hard or if I cross a line you’re not willing to bend on.”
A slow grin stretches across my face, and I lean in closer, my heart starting to race once again. “So what if I do?” I challenge. “You’re only going to find me again, and judging by the raging hard-on I felt in your pants in the park, something tells me you like it when I run from you.”
Alex grins right back at me, and the way his eyes sparkle with lethal excitement has everything south of the border clenching. “You’re damn fucking right, I liked it,” he growls, his hand curling around the back of my neck as he stands, picking me up with him and slamming my back against the cellar wall, pinning me with his big body.
As his lips come down on mine and he grinds that thick cock against my core, I groan, feeling the most intense rush pounding through my body.
Alex pulls back just an inch, his curious gaze locked on mine. “I don’t scare you,” he comments as though the thought is foreign to him.
I shake my head, pulling him back into me, more than ready to be fucked in this filthy storm cellar. “Not even a little bit,” I tell him. And with that, his hand locks around the base of my throat, and I look deep into the eyes of my wicked stalker—the chilled-out, cocky asshole from next door now nowhere to be seen.
39
KYAH
So much for letting me go. The asshole has kept me here for three days, though I suppose that’s a bit of an exaggeration. He took me out of the storm cellar and brought me into an old, rundown suburban home. While it’s nothing special, it comes fully equipped with a bathroom and coffee, and that’s always a bonus in my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, that bathroom is about as far as I can go. I’m still bound to a bed, but it’s definitely an upgrade, especially considering he’s given me a sketchpad and pencils to occupy my time.