Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
But is that what Rex Roy is doing? Revealing himself to a cop, taking credit? He’s arrogant enough. A man of his wealth and status would feel untouchable. He could be the type who needs to flaunt it.
I want to profile him, and for that, I need more time.
You have questions. I have answers.
Little bird.
The attendant leaves me in the same room where I met my mystery dom the past two times.
I enter and toss my bag on the couch. I go to strip off my coat and shove my hands in the pockets instead.
This isn’t a scene. This is a meeting between a criminal and a cop on his trail.
Then why does it feel like he’s the hunter who’s trapped me as his prey?
Rex
She waits in the private room, surrounded by implements of torture, her arms folded across her chest. Her face is set, hard, and as alert as a soldier in enemy territory. Nothing like the sweet submissive she was a few nights ago, the one who curled up in my arms and clung to me.
I don’t know which I enjoy more, the detective or the submissive. Every facet of her is endlessly fascinating.
I could have my pick of women, but no one has intrigued me as much as Inara Ramos. I’ve been drawn to her since I first saw her all those years ago.
She looks ready for a long battle. This is what I like best about her: the war she wages until her walls crumble and her true essence remains.
I’m the only one who can breach those walls. I will be her safe place, her dark knight, willing to destroy anything and anyone who will hurt her.
We are made for each other.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
But she will.
I’ll teach her.
Until then, she’ll fight me and find me a worthy adversary.
And I intend to savor every moment of the struggle.
14
Inara
He prowls into the room, and once again, I’m struck by his beauty. The strong, square jaw and cheekbones, the skin smooth above the shadow of his five o’clock stubble. Dark eyes under brooding dark brows and the glossy sweep of his raven black hair.
“Detective Ramos. You’re here.”
I’ve all but ordered him to use my title, but it sets my teeth on edge. “Did you think I wouldn’t be?”
His smile lurks in the corner of his mouth as he advances into the room. “No. You’re nothing if not courageous.” He’s a few feet away and still walking toward me. I stiffen my legs so I don’t take a step back.
He seems to take up most of the space. He’s over six feet tall and built like a linebacker, but it’s more than that. His presence and the power I sensed from the beginning when I was blindfolded and eager to succumb to someone competent enough to take control.
All the scenes I arranged and participated in, and he was who I was looking for. Who I dreamed about. Safety. Homecoming.
It was all a lie.
“You told me you had answers for me. So talk.” My tough-guy act sounds like what it is—an act. Underneath is a desperate submissive, ready to melt and give over all her control. I work hard to hide her, but Rex Roy stripped away my armor and saw her. He might be the only one who has.
The way he looks at me now, I know he still sees her. If he were my Dom, he’d spend time soothing me until I let him peel back the layers and erase the walls so my true self could emerge.
I’m geared up to fight him, but really, I have to fight myself.
“I did promise you answers. But you can’t think it would be that easy.” He’s almost upon me when he changes directions and heads to the far corner. “Drink?” He opens a cabinet and takes down a glass and a bottle of liquor.
I hate how he’s acting like this is a pleasant social call. More than that, I hate how the distance between us allows me to breathe easier.
He returns, holding a cut glass tumbler filled with amber liquid.
“I thought there was no eating or drinking in these rooms. But I guess if you’re a billionaire, you can just break the rules?”
“Always. It’s the main perk.” He tilts the glass toward me. “Drink?”
I turn my head and mutter, “Coming here was a mistake.”
“By all means, go. But if you want answers, I’m prepared to give them to you.”
“Really? Just like that?”
A dark fire blazes in his eyes. “Not quite. I’m offering an exchange. For every orgasm you give me, I’ll answer a question.”
I choke on my own breath. “You’re joking.”
“I assure you, I am not. You want answers. I want your orgasms. This way, we both get everything we want.”
I don’t know what the fuck to say, so I blurt, “Why?”