Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
His warm hand encircled my waist as he yanked me forward against his body.
My hands pushed back against his chest as I sucked in a gasp.
Moving in slow, deceptively soothing circles, he ran his flattened hand over my lower back, then swept it up my spine.
All the while, he stared down at me.
So close I could feel his breath against my cheek.
If someone had walked in on us, they would have assumed they’d interrupted a lover’s embrace.
Pushing beneath my bra strap, he pressed his palm between my shoulder blades and stilled.
Without my own volition, my gaze moved to his mouth. With his angled jaw covered in black stubble, he had a strangely sexy mouth. I’d never really noticed a man’s mouth before. Perhaps because none had captured my attention before.
As if taunting me, his lips opened to expose his perfect white teeth. The tip of his tongue ran along the sharp edge of his upper teeth before pressing against the point of the right canine.
My lips opened on a gasp, but no sound came out.
He leaned in.
For half a second, I thought he was actually going to kiss me.
A Judas kiss before he killed me.
His hand swept around my torso and over my stomach to inch along the waistband of my leggings.
The muscles in my abdomen tightened as I wrapped my hand around his wrist. “Please, don’t do this. I swear I’m not wearing a wire.”
Ignoring my plea, he dipped his hand inside my leggings.
My cheeks flamed.
The corner of his mouth lifted again. He leaned down and rasped against my ear, “Naughty girl.”
He’d just learned I wasn’t wearing any panties. I rarely did with leggings.
He would not have to kill me. I was going to self-combust from embarrassment.
His hand swept over my lower abdomen, then dipped slightly lower to tease the very top of the juncture between my thighs. My leg muscles clenched as my knees locked.
How could I be responding to a killer’s touch?
My eyes squeezed closed as a tear escaped one corner. My mind tripped over all the horrific things that were going to happen next.
What I didn’t expect was the feel of his lips against my forehead. “Easy, little one. That will not happen. At least not here on a filthy warehouse floor.”
The man truly was the devil with the power to read minds.
I released the breath I was holding, but I relaxed too soon.
His hand moved over my stomach again to tease the lower edge of my bra. “Take this off.”
CHAPTER 5
VAR
She was exquisite. All soft curves, fair skin, and full, crimson lips. With hair so long, I was already wondering if I could tie it in a knot around my bedpost.
Unfortunately, she was also a liability, and I was running out of time.
Serg would return with the cleaner crew soon.
The more people who learned she was a witness, the more dangerous her situation became.
Vivian blinked those startlingly bright emerald eyes up at me. “What?”
“Your bra, beautiful. I need you to remove it so I can check for a wire.”
Her arms wrapped over her breasts, which only pushed the luscious curves up higher. “There is nothing in my bra.”
Nothing but a pair of gorgeous tits. Damn, I was never much of a breast man, but she made me a believer. My cock lengthened at just the idea of fucking them. I could just imagine how the lush curves would feel hugging my shaft.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“What does that have to do with my request?”
“I don’t want to die with my naked boobs hanging out and police detectives ogling my corpse.”
Fair point.
“If you do as you’re told, I will do my best not to kill you.”
She raised her chin. “Fine.”
Her nimble fingers re-buttoned her shirt.
The man’s shirt I found oddly irritating.
That she was wearing the clothes of another man did not sit well with me. The only thing that kept me from tearing it off her body was that then her stunning curves would be on display for my friends, and anyone else who came into the warehouse as well.
There had already been enough killing for one evening.
My hand stilled hers. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off my bra.”
Once she finished buttoning her shirt, she slipped her arms into the sleeves.
Her shoulders shifted left then right, then she pushed her right arm back through the sleeve holding her white lace bra.
I raised an eyebrow. “Nice trick.”
Taking the still warm piece of fabric in my hand, I ran my fingers over the underwire until I found the small slit opening. I yanked the wire free.
“Hey! That’s from Victoria’s Secret! It cost me sixty bucks.”
Ignoring her complaint, I tore the wire out of the other cup. When I was satisfied there was no listening device, I tossed it aside.
She dove for it.
I was quicker.
Cupping her shoulders, I slammed her against the wall of towering cardboard.