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 swallow hard, barely able to catch my breath as I try to come up with a smartass response, but I’ve got nothing. This dominant side of him renders me speechless, and I absolutely love it.
He watches the way I react to him, and those dark eyes fill with a devilish excitement, and as a grin rips across his face, I see that boyish charm that drove me insane the first day I met him. “Bed, Mace,” he scolds. “You’re gonna need all the energy you can get.”
Rolling my eyes, I find I’m still lost for words, barely able to string two syllables together. He steps into me and slips his fingers just inside the cup of my bra, fishing out the key to my apartment, but I don’t know how the hell he knew that was there. Then with a smirk playing on his delicious lips, he unlocks my apartment and swings the door wide before offering me the key.
I reluctantly take it, still wishing we had more time tonight, but soon the sun is going to make an appearance. Alex leans in and presses a feather-soft kiss to my cheek. “Goodnight, Mace,” he murmurs, hovering outside my door.
“Night,” I whisper.
Alex holds my gaze a moment longer, and before I know it, he’s closing the door between us, and I quickly crumble against it, needing a moment to breathe as I come to terms with everything that just happened.
That was incredible. Not just the way he threw me in the air and ate my pussy, but the whole night, and I can’t wait to do it again. I just hope he feels the same way because I can easily see myself getting in over my head with this guy.
Realizing just how late it is, I wander into my bedroom and throw my phone down on my bed, and as I go to turn away, my gaze catches out the window, finding a familiar bike parked in the shadows across the street.
Fucking Viper.
I let out a frustrated breath. I’ve been seeing him a lot lately, ever since Crew’s murder, and at first, I told myself that he was just checking in on me, but this is becoming ridiculous. Is it because I asked him to install the security system? Maybe I gave him the impression that I was in some kind of trouble. Hell, maybe this has something to do with that text message I received from Crew’s brother. Viper was weird after that came through. Maybe it was a mistake letting him know.
Reaching for my phone again, I quickly type out a new text.
Kyah - I don’t need a babysitter.
Viper - The fuck you don’t. Go to bed.
I groan. This has become a nightly ritual with Viper, whether it’s him or one of his men. There’s always someone stationed outside my apartment as though I need some kind of protection, and no matter how many times I tell Viper to lose the guard dogs, I never seem to win.
Knowing a losing battle when I see one, I do my best to ignore him before striding over to my chest of drawers and finding a new pair of panties and a silk pajama set. I strip out of my clothes, and as I go to step into my new panties, I pause.
I’m too worked up after all of that. I’m never going to be able to sleep like this. I need to calm myself down, and what better way to do that than by having a quick shower?
Strutting through my apartment in the nude, I reach into the shower and turn on the taps before waiting for the water to warm. And just as I expected, as I step in and the water cascades over my body, my overactive mind begins to calm.
I take my time, and as I lather up the loofah and move it across my body, I can’t help but picture Alex, imagining his hand moving over my body. A subtle moan slips from between my lips when a distinct creak sounds in my living room.
My blood runs cold, and my hands fall away, the water quickly rinsing off the body wash as I realize someone is in my apartment.
My hands start to shake, my heart pounding with fear.
Is this my stalker? The asshole who left me the message at the beginning of the week. Has he come to play whatever game it is he’s been waiting to play?
Fuck.
The creak sounds again, and the fear becomes too much as I whip around in the shower, grabbing the taps and turning them off before reaching out and fisting my hand around my towel. I hastily wrap it around my body, and with shaky hands, I open the shower door and peer around through the open bathroom door. “Hello?” I say, my voice cracking.