The Darkness Within (Shadows And Strings #1) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Shadows And Strings Series by KB Winters
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
<<<<19101112132131>50
Advertisement2


As she rings up my order, she can’t seem to stop talking, the words just tumbling out. “Detective DeMarco usually skips the weekends, though. I guess she’s probably only here this late because of that body they found in the park. You know, the one that’s been all over the news?”

I widen my eyes, feigning shock. “A body? In the park?”

Wendy nods, eyes round as saucers. “Yeah, I heard it was just dumped there, right by the fountain. One of our delivery guys said the vic was all cut up, gutted like a damn fish.”

I shake my head, clicking my tongue in manufactured sympathy. “How awful. Things like that…they’re not supposed to happen. Not in this neighborhood.”

“It’s terrible, right?” Wendy shudders delicately as I tap my card. “I mean, whoever did that…the guy must have seriously pissed someone off, don’t you think? To do something like that?”

“I’m sure you’re right.” I agree, fighting the urge to laugh at the sheer irony of it all. If she only knew she was face to face with the very monster who delivered the brutal justice Ryder Beaumont so richly deserved. “I appreciate the coffee and the sandwich, Wendy.” I slip an extra-large bill into her tip jar—a little something to remember me by. To make an impression.

“Thank you, Mr. Wolfe. Have a great day.” She hands me my receipt with a smile, not even a flicker of recognition in her eyes.

I slip out of the coffee shop, an anonymous face in the thinning crowd. It’s a short walk, just two blocks to the garage where I left my black Mercedes.

Twenty minutes later I’m entering Detective DeMarco’s Hollywood neighborhood. My new Hollywood neighborhood, too. The second the news broke about Gavin Kowalski, Francesca’s face flashed across every news channel, and I knew it was time to make my move.

I bought the perfect house. The ideal vantage point to watch my beautiful prey, to savor our intimate moments through the unwitting invitation of her open windows.

The house was on the market for just over a year, abandoned by the children of the elderly owner after her death. The back yard butts up to Francesca’s back yard. When I saw this home, I knew I had to have it. Just a block wall between us, the only barrier to everything I crave.

A wall and so many dirty, filthy secrets.

For reasons I’ll never understand, Francesca never bothers to close her blinds, not even to sleep. Maybe she enjoys the kiss of the night breeze on her skin. Or maybe, deep down in some dark, hidden corner of her mind, she wants to be seen. Lucky for me, I’m more than happy to oblige. And she doesn’t even know I’m here, watching. Wanting.

Her bedroom light flicks on, slicing through the darkness, and she dumps her oversized bag onto the bed. Nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons on her coffee-stained blouse, revealing the tantalizing curves of her breasts, barely held by black lace. A bra that’s begging to be slowly torn off with my teeth.

In an instant, I’m rock hard, my cock straining almost painfully against my zipper. I palm myself roughly through my slacks, eyes riveted as Francesca shimmies out of her slacks to reveal high-cut black lace panties. “My pet loves lacy things,” I purr to her. She turns away, her fine ass on display just for me. “Fuck, yes, baby. Show me everything. Don’t be shy now.”

The wicked, forbidden thrill of our clandestine little peep show has my cock throbbing, aching with a bone-deep need. My imagination runs wild, spinning out vivid fantasies of our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together in the sheets.

The stubborn little furrow between her brows as she concentrates. I’ll smooth that worry from her forever. The thought brings a smile to my lips.

My hand dips into my slacks, wrapping around my throbbing cock. I imagine those bedroom eyes of hers dilating with lust as she submits to me. I’ll have her on her knees, my cock sliding down her throat until she’s gagging, those big, beautiful eyes watery with tears. But she’ll be smiling, a fierce, defiant smile. That spark of spirit will be the first thing I crush.

I pull my cock out, my fist pumping slow and steady strokes as I picture her bent over, hands spreading her asscheeks as I slide my cock into that virgin asshole. I’ll sink into her slowly, patiently until she begs me for more and then I’ll give her what she wants. The man. The monster. She’ll cry out my name, but it won’t be from pain.

“You like that, kitten?” I whisper, my fist flying faster as I imagine her sweet, slick heat wrapped around me. “You’ll take it all, won’t you? Every fucking inch.” Her pussy, a plump, wet oasis, beckons to me. I picture sinking into her, her walls clutching at me, begging for more. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock. Take it all.”


Advertisement3

<<<<19101112132131>50

Advertisement4