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)
She quivers, getting close to coming but not going over the edge.
“What do you need?” I tease her nipples. “My mouth?”
Her lips part. She whispers something.
“What’s that?” I lean close.
“Tug my collar,” she says, and my blood roars in my ears.
I gather the ropes in my hand and draw her up to kiss me.
“With pleasure,” I murmur against her lips. I’m so hard that the merest touch will make me come. But she comes first.
I slip my fingers under the white gold circle and pull, making her feel my ownership.
She comes with a cry, gushing against my fingers. I spread lube in the valley between her thighs and maneuver myself over her. I sink my dick into the heated crevice and thrust.
Making her mine.
MY Swallow
You thought I wouldn’t FIND YOU? After all this time, the connection we shared, you thought you could ESCAPE me?
I tried to be patient. I tried to wait. But you’ve forced my hand.
Now I’m coming for you. You won’t know the day or the hour, but even now, the noose is tightening around your neck.
We will be together as we were meant to be.
I WILL CONSUME YOU. We will burn in the fire together.
There will be nothing left.
Forever yours,
BK
29
Inara
The city of New Rome looks smaller from the air. I took the first helicopter ride of my life this morning after a call from the precinct. It’s a new day, and I’m on a new case.
Last night was a revelation. I spent hours in Rex’s arms, cuddled, cuffed, and cared for. Rex claimed me over and over until all I could feel was him. I wished the night would last forever.
But dawn came, and with the light of day, I remembered my ultimate aim. To see justice served. I owe it to my family’s memory to do my job. No matter how much I want Rex.
It’s a relief to go to work, to escape him for a little while. I’m not looking forward to viewing a new crime scene, but I need space to collect myself, to remind myself that I’m only pretending to give in to Rex.
He hadn’t wanted to let me go and then insisted on helicoptering us both in. The closer we got to the city, the further he sank into a cold silence. He wants to keep me in a cage, all to himself. But he knows I won’t tolerate it. When we arrived at the landing strip, he helped me into Ivan’s car.
I told him to have a nice day, curious to see how he’d respond.
“I’ll see you soon,” he said, but it sounded like a threat.
“Oh?” I tugged the leash to see how far it’d stretch.
“Be safe,” he ordered. “I’ll be watching.”
And I feel him watching, even now. A part of me is grateful, though, because, since my vision last night, I haven’t been able to shake the sense of growing dread.
If my vision is correct, something horrible is coming. And no one, not even Rex, will be able to stop it.
Ivan turns the car from a busy thoroughfare onto a brownstone-lined street. Up ahead, a bunch of cop cars and yellow tape block the street.
“Drop me here,” I tell him before we get close to the blockade.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” I don’t want my colleagues to see me with a chauffeur. I can’t let anyone know I’ve spent the night with the world’s most eligible billionaire, either. It’ll give me a host of problems I don’t need.
I step out of the car and turn up my coat against the biting wind. I’m still wearing Rex’s collar. I haven’t asked him to remove it. He almost refused to let me leave this morning. I doubt he’d be happy to relinquish this mark of ownership.
And I don’t want him to.
I’ve been claimed by a monster, and it doesn’t matter how I feel about it. Rex isn’t going to let me leave.
A part of me is fine with that, at peace. And the rest of me is unsettled that being owned by Rex puts me at ease.
I have to think of that another day. Right now, I have a job to do.
I flash my badge and sign into the scene. Diego Silva is coming out of the gate as I stop to put on foot coverings.
I greet him, noting the blank expression on his face. “What am I walking into?”
“It’s bad,” he warns.
I step past the gate and get a chill. In the front yard of the brick brownstone are two sugar maples, a handful of yellow leaves clinging to the bare branches.
It’s a coincidence. It must be. There’s no reason this home is exactly like the one I dreamed of. I tread forward, crunching dead leaves under my feet. The front door’s ajar, the stoop has been swept clean, and there are brown spots marring the concrete, just like in my dream. Unlike in my dream, these have been flagged by the techs. I don’t need a test to know the stains are blood.