Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
And with that thought, I simply turn on my heel and escape out the back of the warehouse, the same way I came in, knowing that whatever happens here in this sleepy town, my life as I once knew it is well and truly over.
6
REAPER
The fuck is wrong with me? I had the perfect opportunity to take Siren out of the competition, and all I could do was stand there like a fucking idiot while she took The Boston Maneater’s life. Well, to be honest, his own incompetence is what resulted in the loss of his life, Siren was just there to help the process along. Yet, what little of her skills I was able to witness was enough to prove that she’s in a league of her own.
Mostly.
I don’t know what it is about her, but she intrigues me, and I don’t think I’m ready to end her life just yet. There was a beauty about her kill which I don’t often see. It was captivating and calm. So often kills are messy and done without precision, and despite The Boston Maneater’s rage as he raced toward her, she kept her cool and handled herself with grace, and she did so without leaving a shred of her DNA behind. Not even a single fingerprint. And she looked fucking gorgeous while she was at it.
I’ve seen plenty of women playing the assassin part and dressing up in leather for Halloween. I usually find it appalling. But with Siren, knowing she could back up the look with real skills only increased my intrigue.
I want to see her again. I want to know how she reacts in different situations, and I want to know how to break her. I don’t believe I’ll toy with her though. There’s no need. It would be disrespectful toward her skills, a slap in the face almost. Siren is better than that. She deserves better than that.
It’s not often another contract killer finds themselves deserving of my respect, but Siren somehow has it. Though there’s no denying she fears me. I could smell it in the air the second she realized I was there, and while I tend to get off on the fear others hold for me, it was different with her. I didn’t like it. I don’t want her to fear me, though she should because when it comes down to it, I will have no choice but to end her life, and I can guarantee that I will enjoy every last second of it.
She’s going to make me work for it, going to put me through my paces, and I can’t fucking wait. My cock hardens at just the thought of the fun we’re going to share, and as I drive out of the industrial area, tailing Siren from a distance, I reach for the front of my pants. Freeing my cock, I grasp it with one hand as the other holds on to the steering wheel, following every turn that Siren takes.
My fist works up and down my cock, gliding over my velvety skin and roaming over my tip as I picture all the fun I’ll have with Siren. She’s fucking beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. And playing with her is going to be the most fun I’ve ever had. But more than that, I want to hear how she screams, how she feels when I spread those creamy thighs and fuck her tight little cunt. I bet she’s fucking wild between the sheets, but I don’t doubt for one second that she’s the type to take control. Only with me, she won’t. She’ll have no choice but to give it up for me, to submit to me, because no matter the situation, I will never relinquish control.
I want to taste her, make her lose control, and only when she’s about to explode, I want to bend her over and claim her ass. Fuck. It’ll be magical. Maybe I should hold out on ending her life. The two of us could use these next twenty-nine days to our advantage, spending every last minute fucking like wild animals as the rest of the contenders take each other out.
My hips jolt at the thought, and I clench my jaw as pleasure pulses through my veins.
“Fuck.”
My fingers stretch down, cupping my balls and giving them just a moment of relief before curling around my length once again. It’s too much. Too good, but with her . . . it’ll be incredible. I picture the warmth that will come when I sink into her, the way her cunt would squeeze me as my eyes instantly roll. I clench myself tighter, desperate for a release.
My fist works faster as I quickly push myself to the edge, mindlessly taking another corner as Siren leads me on a wild goose chase, wanting to play it smart. She’s taking every precaution after seeing me tonight, not wanting to lead me right back to her temporary home, but she will fail.