Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Together, those two facts make it very possible that I was the one who pushed poor Lucy to her demise.
Nobody knows the truth and I’m in no hurry to tell them.
Kaye comes up from the boat with a single box. Paola’s still with her, and the girls are chatting as they work. I follow them at a distance, watching as Kaye maneuvers up the steep, winding tunnel, into the wider sections above until we step out into the late jungle evening. The Jeeps are running, their headlights on, casting long shadows across the rock face. When Kaye’s box is unloaded, I catch her eye and wave her over.
Paola gives her a wink and a grin and heads back down to grab another case. Kaye comes toward me, looking sheepish, and smiles a bit.
“How’s your first unloading going?” I ask.
She shrugs and wipes her forehead. A bit of sweat’s glistening on her skin and I’m tempted to lick it off. Whenever she’s around, I get these thoughts, difficult and destructive and lust-filled thoughts. The sort of ideas that will get me killed if I indulge them.
She’s dangerous. This girl is my enemy and I can’t forget it. But even if she’s a knife at my throat, I still crave her sharp edges.
But I want to indulge myself in her so fucking badly it hurts.
“Pretty good so far. It’s a steep climb carrying a case of beer but—” She shrugs like, what else can you do?
“Come with me. I want to show you something.”
I turn around and lead her back into the cave. She follows, keeping a bit of distance between us. I nod to Terrence and Jayson as I pass, but instead of turning down the tunnel that leads toward the dock, I take her along a different path instead.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we plunge into the darkness. I pause long enough to turn my phone’s flashlight on. The weak light is enough to see, but not enough to get a sense of how deep we’re headed. “How deep are you taking me?”
“Just a bit further.”
The path narrows and we have to shift sideways to get through, but once we step clear, we emerged into an open chamber with high ceilings and a stack of ancient, mostly rotted wooden crates and barrels and other boxes scattered all over.
Kaye walks past me, staring around her. She turns her own phone flashlight on and gapes at the hundred-year-old bottles, the torn bits of decaying clothing, the tarnished metal plates and spoons, the detritus of long-dead privateers and smugglers and god knows who else. She looks back, eyes wide.
“Pirate treasure?”
I laugh and gesture around. “Except it’s all just junk. If you look closely, some of this stuff is modern, maybe fifty years old. The good stuff’s been pilfered a long time ago.”
“You’re not the first person to use these caves.”
“No, I’m most certainly not.”
I watch her poke at a barrel. It practically falls to pieces under her fingers and she squeals, jumping back. I smile to myself and move closer to her. Kaye’s small, petite, but I shouldn’t underestimate her. She’s smart, like her sister, and she’s tenacious if she’s willing to go through all this just to get close to me.
Keep your enemies close…
But how close, exactly?
Surely not wrapped around my cock, sucking, moaning, dripping.
“We need to talk.”
She looks back at me, chewing her lip. “What’s wrong?”
“Lesley came to me just now.”
Her face pales. She tugs on her hair and tries to look clam, but she’s a shitty actress. I can tell she’s on the edge of panic. “What for?”
“You asked her about the girl that died last year, didn’t you?”
She shrugs like it’s no big deal, even if we both know it’s the whole reason we’re standing in this cave together. Only she doesn’t realize I know exactly who she is yet, and I don’t want to break it to her, not until I have her all to myself, completely and utterly.
“She got weird about it. I didn’t mean anything, I was just curious and trying to make conversation.”
I move closer. She backs away until she thuds against the cave wall. I keep coming and pin her there, knee between her legs, making her gasp. Her hands come to my chest like she’s going to shove me back but I grab her wrists and shove them above her head. Her phone drops, clatters, and the light turns off. Her mouth opens in shock as I dip my lips down to her throat.
“There’s so much you don’t know,” I murmur, mouth brushing against her skin.
“What are you doing?”
“You keep stumbling around like a blind mouse searching for scraps, but all you find a hungry cat. Is it bad luck, or are you playing some sort of game?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go, I think you broke my phone.”