Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Fuck.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I turn back and pull open my bedside drawer once again, only this time, I lift the false bottom and peer inside, and staring back at me is the one thing that could possibly get me through the rest of the night. Switching out the gun for my new savior, I settle the false bottom back into place before closing the drawer.
Raiden Kane might live to see another day, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t be punished for what he did here tonight.
Moving into my bathroom, I silently step up onto the vanity before reaching up to the ceiling hatch and quickly twisting the tiny screw that holds it in place. The moment it comes loose, the hatch falls open, and I don’t waste a single moment pulling myself up into the ceiling cavity.
I’m fueled by anger as I begin army crawling through the slim cavity, dragging myself toward Raiden’s apartment. I don’t make a sound, but I’m not worried about that. I have the kind of training men could only dream about, and with the extravagant noise of their fuckfest coming from below, being caught isn’t something I’m concerned about.
Hovering over Raiden’s bedroom, I find the fixture for the recessed light fitting in the center of his bedroom ceiling, and a wicked smile pulls across my face.
This is going to be all too easy.
The light is off, and as I brace myself on the metal framing in the ceiling, I pull back the levers that keep the light fixture in place before lifting it out of the ceiling and peering down into Raiden’s bedroom.
Well fuck. I’ve gotta be honest, hearing Raiden fuck and seeing him in action are two very different things.
He’s with a stunning redhead, and she’s just as fiery as her redheaded stereotype suggests. She’s clawing at his sculptured back, one leg braced over his shoulder as he drills into her with that massive, pierced redwood tree trunk. But it’s not her that holds my attention.
It’s him.
He’s a fucking machine.
The way his body rolls with every deep thrust is breathtaking, and I find myself unable to look away. His ass is perfectly sculpted, and my mouth begins to water. He’s not just a machine, he’s a beast. An animal. And I want it. I want to rip my teeth into him and take it all for myself, not relenting until we’re both completely spent on the kitchen floor.
FUCK! No, I don’t!
I don’t want anything this man could ever offer, apart from his head on a silver platter. Do I want what his body can do? Sure, any woman would. But I don’t want it if it’s his cocky face staring back at me. I’ll take a suction-capped dildo over him any day.
Fuck, that sounds pathetic. There’s no comparison. Nothing beats the real thing, but I have too much pride, and I will never sink to those lows, not where Raiden Kane is concerned.
I watch like a creep-tastic stalker for way too long before my mind flickers back to Spikezilla sitting in a smaller Tupperware container on my kitchen counter, and the sight of Raiden’s thrusting ass suddenly means nothing to me.
The rage returns tenfold, and as the redhead starts screaming my name all over again, I lift the blowpipe to my lips, and with absolute precision, I take a deep breath and blow hard, watching as the tranq dart bullets through the air and plunges into the back of Raiden’s neck with enough sedative to knock out a small army.
A profound elation fills my veins, and I watch in delight as he looks at the woman beneath him, his brows furrowed, realizing something is very wrong. An accusatory spark flickers in his eyes, but before he gets a chance to put the pieces together, he collapses heavily onto the redhead, leaving her stranded beneath him, spread-eagled with her leg trapped up over his shoulder.
“Xaden?” she frets, clutching his larger shoulder and madly shaking him. “Xaden! What the fuck? That hurts.”
Oops!
She shoves at him, but it becomes very clear that she’s stuck, and if her leg weren’t positioned like that, I might have even left her for a while, but knowing exactly what’s about to come, I settle the light fixture back into the ceiling and start crawling my ass back into my apartment.
By the time I drop back through the ceiling hatch in my bathroom, I hear the redhead next door. “HOLY FUCK! XADEN. WAKE UP!”
I laugh to myself, knowing I’m about to get the best sleep of my life, right after I put in an express order for a new pot for my sweet Spikezilla. I wonder if I could get a middle-of-the-night delivery. Uber can do everything these days.
“Oh, my god. This is not happening,” the girl groans before I hear her hand slamming against the wall. “Uhhh, Kiara? Honey, are you still there?”