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)
These past two years with him have been incredible, and while there has been the odd occasion where I haven’t quite managed to keep him from ending someone’s life, he’s definitely made huge improvements. And instead of murdering someone, he does everything in his power to channel that need into me.
The first six months were a huge learning curve, having to work through all the kinks and quirks of a new relationship while also coming to terms with the fact that I was dating a serial killer. I wouldn’t have it any other way though. He drives me certifiably insane, but it’s been the best ride of my life.
The moments we’ve shared together and the moments we’ve loved have made my little life here in Brooklyn so unbelievably worth it. And as I’ve gotten to know him on a deeper level, I’ve realized that I could never let him go.
Alexander Reid is the other half of my dark and depraved soul.
Nearly at the door of my apartment complex, I shove my phone back into my bag and step up into the small alcove before raising my hand to the keypad. As I enter the code for the building, a large figure steps in behind me, casting me in shadows.
My heart starts to race, and before I can even get my elbow back to wind the bastard, a large hand clamps down over my mouth. I try to scream, but the sound is muffled around his palm. I’m dragged backward, his other arm locked around my waist as I claw at his skin, digging deep, bloody grooves from my nails.
Fear blasts through my chest, only getting worse when he pulls me around the corner of the apartment complex and down the side alley, away from any prying eyes. But in the dead of night, there isn’t a single person out here to save me.
I bite down on his hand, instantly tasting blood in my mouth, and he quickly adjusts his hold, shoving me up against the brick wall of the building. “Fuck, Mace,” Alex grunts, my face squished against the brick as his big body presses in behind me, keeping me pinned. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
I shove my elbow back into his stomach, landing the perfect hit. “Try me, asshole.”
He growls in my ear, and the deepest thrill shoots through me. We’ve role-played all kinds of messed-up scenes, but it’s never been quite like this before. I fucking love it.
Alex grabs my waist, spinning me around, and as he grips both my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head, I feel something sharp biting into my neck. I suck in a gasp, realizing he has a blade at my throat. My eyes go wide, and I focus all of my attention on him. He knows cutting me is a hard limit, one I won’t negotiate, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play with knives.
A wide grin stretches across my face, and for just a moment, he breaks, leaning into me and pressing the sweetest kiss to my lips. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs. “How was work?”
“So good,” I tell him.
“What’s this big news you’ve got?”
A beaming smile lights up my whole face, and Alex smiles right back at me, despite not having heard my news yet. “Big Jim is retiring in a few years, and he asked if I’d like to become business partners so I can learn the ropes and be prepared to take over when he leaves.”
“No shit?” he grins.
I nod like a fucking bobblehead. “High Voltage Ink is going to be mine.”
“Fuck, Mace,” he says, crushing his lips against mine. “That’s amazing. No one deserves it more than you do.”
“Thank you.”
“I take it we’re celebrating tonight?”
I pull against his tight hold on my wrists, bringing his attention back to the alley and the compromising position he currently has me in. “I kinda thought we already were.”
His gaze darkens, hunger booming through his dark stare, and like lightning, the terrifying unhinged psychopath is back. My blood pumps faster than ever before, my body wired as though there were a million tiny electric bolts shooting through me, each one of them leading right to my core.
Knowing my limits with the knife, Alex eases up on my throat and drags the tip of the blade right down the center of my tank top, exposing my body to the chilly spring breeze. He tears the scraps of fabric off me, leaving me in just my bra as he dives for my jeans, holding the blade between his teeth to free up a hand.
I squirm beneath his touch, and being just as worked up as I am, he releases my wrists, giving me the freedom to play as much as I’d like. Desperation pulses through me, and I reach for the front of his pants, my hands greedily diving in, already knowing that there won’t be time for foreplay tonight. I need to have him inside me, and nothing else will do.