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)
God, this man is deliciously unhinged.
“It’s no use protecting them,” he says. “One way or another, I will bring them down.”
“Them?” I quip.
He stuffs the cigarette into my mouth and watches me incessantly. “You didn’t think I didn’t know all about your two little lovers, did you?”
My eyes widen, and the arrogant smirk on his face grows more agitated by the second.
“How?”
“You’re not the only one who knows how to track people down,” he retorts.
Arrogant son of a bitch.
“Your boy toys messed up when they snatched one of my cops.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I scoff.
“Two people attending the Tartarus House party saw a car racing off right after Bob went missing. I know it was them.”
I grimace. “Then show me the proof.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“You’ve got nothing. Admit it.”
He grips my chin again, forcing me to look at him. “I will arrest all of your goddamn boyfriends and your entire fucking family if you don’t come clean and tell me everything you know.”
“My family has nothing to do with whatever you’re looking for.”
“I don’t fucking care,” he hisses. “The Torres, Reed, Rivera, and Caruso families have terrorized this city for far too long, and I’m done letting them have their way.”
“So this is all about your personal vendetta.”
“No,” he growls, pointing the cigarette at me like it’s an additional finger. “You’re the worst one of them all, sneaking into my house, fucking that dildo on my goddamn furniture like you own the place.”
“And you liked every second of that filth,” I taunt. “I bet you loved tasting me on that dildo.”
His nostrils flare. “You think you’re so smart, with that mask. You actually think you’re untouchable. That you’re on top of the fucking world.” He stubs out the cigarette against the wall behind me. “But I’m here to fucking remind you even killers have a weakness.”
“I could kill you right where you stand if I wanted to.”
His glimmering eyes connect with mine in the dark. “Try me. I fucking dare you. See how it ends for you.”
A challenge? Oh fuck.
I’m so goddamn wet at the thought of simply kicking him in the balls until he croaked and knocking my forehead into his, then stomping on his heart until it stopped beating.
But that would be too easy.
Too … unsatisfying.
“Go on, I’m waiting,” he says with a deep voice.
I’m contemplating whether I should, but then I’d lose out on all that amazing dick. Then again, not a single inch of him wants me the way I want him, and it’s pissing me off.
Doesn’t he know how good we could be together? We’re a match made in heaven. He should be all over me.
“You can’t kill me.” A wretched smile forms on his lips. “Because you don’t want to. And it will be your fucking downfall.”
“You want to arrest me so damn badly? Then arrest me like a goddamn man,” I retort, jerking on the cuffs again.
“And give your family all the ammo they need to absolve you? I think not. I’m going to take my time taking all of you down, one by one. And I think I know right where to start.”
My pupils dilate.
Orion. Xavier.
He’s going to try to pin this on them.
“Stay the fuck away from them. Do you hear me?”
No, fuck that. I can’t let them take the fall for me.
“Oh, so I finally found it, huh?” he muses. “Your weakness.”
Grinding my teeth, I jerk the cuffs again, but it only makes him laugh as he backs away slowly.
“Do not fucking touch them, do you hear me?” I growl.
“It’s clear to me now why you’re protecting those killers,” he hums as he grabs a metal chair from the wall and drags it—screeching legs and all—back to me. He positions it right in front of me, spun in the wrong direction, with the backrest barely out of reach, then sits down with his arms resting on the top of the backrest just to stare at me.
“You’re smitten with the idea of owning someone, of having those boys bend to your will.”
I lift my foot and place it on the stool, but he knocks it off with ease.
“I’m not one of your college boys,” he rasps.
“No, Detective Foley, you’re so much more than that,” I say, trying to play on his emotions as I lift my foot again. “You’re strong and handsome.” I caress his arm with my foot. “And so fucking righteous.”
He grabs my ankle, fingers digging into my flesh. “You’re a hedonist who only seeks pleasure.” He grabs my boot and zips it down, pulling it off my foot along with my sock. The knife that’s inside clatters to the ground, and he knocks it away with a simple swipe. All that’s left is my bare foot and his lips grazing my skin.
“A vixen who craves control above all else. But you will not fucking control me.”