Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
15
REV
The club moved swiftly and efficiently, putting quiet protection on Magnus’s new target, a young woman whose only fault was matching his twisted symbolic criteria. She would never know how close she’d come to being abducted and staged in his sick historical fantasy. That was exactly how we wanted it—her safe and oblivious and shielded from the darkness lurking just beyond her everyday routine.
But we weren’t just protecting an innocent life; we were also putting calculated pressure on Magnus’s carefully structured reality. A predator like him thrived on control and order, each step of his plan perfectly timed and executed to fulfill the obsessive vision in his head. By blocking him again—disrupting his completion twice—my hope was that his meticulously maintained composure would finally fracture.
Magnus was organized, precise, and disciplined. He planned every detail, accounted for every possibility. But when pressure compressed timelines, even the most controlled systems started to buckle. And Magnus would know we were onto him now, that we’d identified his new victim. He’d have to accelerate his movements to push himself beyond comfort and routine. It could force him to expose vulnerabilities he might never have otherwise shown.
I knew exactly how this type of man operated. With his process compromised and his fantasy interrupted, he would be forced into rapid, desperate decisions. And with the replacement option now gone, Magnus would likely default to another psychological trait of an organized serial killer. Fleeing to avoid capture.
Most of the highly premeditated killers often abandoned the immediate area and their plans altogether if a victim escaped. The primary drive for survival and escaping law enforcement superseded the urge to kill. And that would mean accessing emergency funds, relocating his carefully constructed workspace, and quickly moving archival materials into storage until he could establish a new haven.
We weren’t just protecting a victim now—we were actively hunting Magnus. Forcing him out of his comfort zone and stripping away his illusion of control until he made the inevitable mistake that would give us the opening we needed. Before he disappeared and his cycle could restart somewhere new.
Because this wasn’t just about stopping him, it was about ending him.
A couple of days later, I woke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. To my shock, I’d slept late—something I’d rarely done since I joined the military. But then, I’d never slept as deeply as I had with Delaney in my arms.
When I stepped into the bathroom, the sight in front of me stopped me dead in my tracks. Delaney stood beneath the steaming spray of the shower, her body slick and glistening, the hot water cascading down every lush curve. Her strawberry-blond hair was darkened by moisture, streaming over her shoulders, and rivulets of water ran down the slope of her tits and dripped off her nipples. Steam filled the small space, mingling with the scent of soap and something uniquely her that sent my pulse into overdrive.
There was no fucking way I could resist.
My self-control snapped entirely as I stepped silently into the shower behind her. She startled slightly as my arms encircled her waist, her gasp quickly melting into a low, sweet sound of recognition as I pulled her body flush against me.
“Soren,” she breathed, her voice thick and raspy with sleep and sudden desire.
“Couldn’t help myself,” I growled roughly against her neck, sliding my hands up to cup her full, perfect tits. Her nipples were already hard beneath my touch as I massaged and squeezed the soft globes, rolling each tight peak between my fingers. “You make me fucking lose control, angel.”
Delaney leaned back against me, her body melting completely into mine as the water continued to glide sensuously over us both. My lips moved along the curve of her throat, tasting her skin, licking the droplets of water from her neck, and savoring the tiny shivers rippling through her.
One hand slid lower, slowly teasing down her belly until I reached between her thighs, cupping her center possessively.
“So fucking wet,” I rasped, sliding my fingers through her slick folds. “And it’s got nothing to do with the shower.”
Delaney whimpered, her body arching against my hand as her hips rocked involuntarily.
“That’s it, baby.” I gently bit her earlobe. “Open those thighs wider for me.”
She spread her legs without hesitation, letting my fingers explore her deeper, dragging slow circles around her sensitive clit. The scent of her arousal hit me hard, tightening every muscle in my body and sending a rush of blood straight to my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, grinding slowly against her perfect ass, my hardness sliding against her slick skin. “Feel that? You drive me insane with this sexy little body, angel.”
She pressed herself back against me deliberately, pressing her ass firmly into my cock, and the sensation shattered the last fragment of control I had left. A savage growl tore from my throat as I spun her around, gripping her hips and lifting her effortlessly off her feet to pin her to the cold tile wall.