Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
The man will literally throw away his soul to get to me, and I admire that kind of dedication.
Xavier immediately comes to me and inspects my thigh.
“It’s just a scratch.”
He shakes his head. “Orion, grab the supplies.”
Orion goes into my bathroom and steals my box of bandages from my first-aid kit and brings it back while I roll my eyes.
“Honestly, this is not necessary.”
Xavier rolls off the bandage and wraps it around my thigh. “Yes, it is.”
My brows furrow. It’s almost like he cares more about me than I do, which is odd. I never really thought anyone cared that much about what happened to me. My friends? Maybe. But when push comes to shove, I doubt they’d be there in a moment of severe pain.
He looks up at me with those precious puppy eyes, and it unfurls the coils wrapped around my heart so tightly that I’m momentarily taken aback.
“I’m not going to—”
“I know,” he interjects. “I’m doing this because I want to.”
“I never asked.”
“You don’t have to,” Orion adds, handing Xavier the tape to tie it all up. “We do what’s necessary to save you.”
“Why do you two care so much about what happens to me?”
“Yeah, why do you?” Detective Foley says, and we all turn our heads in annoyance.
I almost forgot he was here and that he stabbed me.
“She’s a killer,” he rasps.
“Aren’t we all?” Orion muses, chuckling.
But Foley doesn’t seem at all amused and jerks around to free himself. He looks so sexy all tied up and at my mercy.
“Better take care of that before he tries to end our lives,” I tell them.
“On it,” Orion says, and he swiftly grabs my bag and pulls out a metal chain that he wraps around Foley’s wrists as well as the heating unit. “Good luck trying to escape now.”
“Fuck you,” Detective Foley spits.
Orion punches him in the nose so quickly it’s barely visible, but Detective Foley’s yelp makes me grin. “Oops, slip of the finger.”
More blood runs down Foley’s nose, but Orion ignores it and comes back to me instead.
“Good boy,” I say.
“I aim to please,” he replies.
“Might have to get that checked out by a doctor later,” Xavier mumbles to himself as he finishes up the bandages.
I swiftly move off the bed. “Nonsense. I’m fine, look.” I walk a few steps, ignoring the pain. “See? Perfect.”
Xavier focuses his ire on Detective Foley. “You did this. I should cut off your fingers for touching her.”
“Now, now, don’t be so hasty. I still need those fingers,” I say.
“I can give them to you after I cut them off. No problem,” he rasps.
“I need them still attached,” I add, throwing him a look.
“Pity,” Orion says. “I always love a good bloodshed.”
“So what now?” Xavier asks. “Do we just leave him there to rot? It’s what he deserves for attacking you.”
“You two have been helping her cover up her murders. You’re all going to jail.” Foley jerks his chains again, but it’s no use, of course. My boys know how to tie a good knot. I taught them well.
Xavier’s nostrils flare. His breathing is rapid, and his hand hovers over the pocket where he keeps his knives.
“I should kill him,” he mutters. “I should definitely kill him so he can get rid of him and tie up any loose ends.”
The conflict in his eyes reminds me of myself. He’s so devoted to me that it makes even me feel overwhelmed.
I grab Xavier’s face and make him look at me. “Don’t do it. Look at me instead. Focus.”
His eyes find mine in a flurry of brutality and confusion, but they slowly begin to settle under my command. “We don’t need to kill him,” I tell him. “We have other ways to punish him.”
A vicious smirk forms on my face as it slowly begins to dawn on him.
“You want to toy with him.”
Xavier
Sunny grins. “Isn’t it perfect? Three killers and the man trying to capture them. Oh, just the thought makes me so goddamn wet,” she says, as she twirls around me.
She grabs my arms and wraps them around herself as she rubs her ass against my cock, which is still caged at her will and dying for freedom.
But all I can think of is the fact that I’m finally allowed to touch her.
God, my hands are all over her body.
It riles me up to no end to know that she has all the control, and the mere feel of her body against mine makes the lust instantly course through my veins.
“It’s been so long, don’t you think?” she purrs, and she actually uses my hands to massage her own tits. Holy shit. “Violence gets me going.”
I can’t believe I’m fucking touching her. It’s too good to be true.
My dick is pushing against the cage, and I moan in place as she leans the back of her head against my chest to press delectable kisses against my neck, all in front of Foley.