Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I’m helpless to stop the onslaught of lust coursing through my veins.
This is insane. Silas is a murderer who gets off on fantasizing about his next victim.
Could it be me?
I shudder in place and clutch the doorjamb, desperate not to give in, but Heath’s fingers undeniably dominate all my senses.
“Yes, that’s it. Give me your goddamn orgasm,” he whispers, pushing his body and hard-on up against me.
“Fuck,” I murmur, unable to focus on both his fingers and Silas, whose pierced tip is dripping with pre-cum.
Heath circles my clit with his thumb and presses on my G-spot, but it’s his whisper into my ear that ends me. “Now.”
I moan out loud, unable to contain the wave of ecstasy that floods my body as I writhe in his arms.
Heath holds me tight as the orgasm rolls through, his shaft bobbing up and down against my ass, encouraged by his victory, and fuck me, I’m almost about ready to drop down for him and let him do whatever he wants to me.
Until Silas’s piercing green eyes suddenly find mine.
“Oh fuck.”
CHAPTER 26
Heath
I swiftly take a vibrator I pulled out of the closet the moment I saw her from my pocket and stuff it up her pussy during her orgasm.
“Keep that in there,” I whisper. “No matter what happens now.”
“What the f—” Silas steps out of the shower, still rock hard. “You’re watching me?!”
“He forced me,” she says, still quaking from both the orgasm and the vibrations.
I laugh. “You were already looking at him before I caught you in the act. And you’re still hinging on a second orgasm. Look at you.”
With a red face, she stumbles back against the couch. Silas approaches her ass naked, blood still caking his skin from his second kill.
“You’re not going to kill me,” she says, and when she bites her lip, I know she can feel the intensity build. “You want me.”
He stops right in front of her and a smirk slowly forms on his lips. “You know me so well already? I’m impressed.”
Suddenly, he shoves her, and she flops down onto the couch. “What did you let him do?”
I lick my fingers, and her eyes home in on them like she’s shocked I enjoyed a small taste of what she had to offer. Too bad for her I’ve not nearly tasted enough to satisfy my cravings.
“I didn’t let him do shit. He fingered me,” she says with a scowl on her face.
“And don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” I say, showing off my wet fingers.
She doesn’t even know this is my second time already, but I’ll keep that little secret to myself for now.
She folds her arms. “Whatever. It’s not like I have a choice.”
I push the button in my pocket and watch her unravel. Nothing is prettier than the sound of desperate whimpers, as she tries to make it stop by digging in her own panties.
“Don’t,” I warn her, and she stops wriggling her legs. “Touch it and I’ll only make it worse.”
Silas’s head tilts sideways as he inspects her.
“You put a vibrator inside her, didn’t you?” he asks, sporting a grin.
“I wanted her to suffer a little longer,” I reply. “Besides, I kind of enjoy the way she sounds when she comes.”
“Good …” Silas suddenly grips her throat. “You were supposed to clean.”
“I did.” She eyes the stained carpet.
“So you’ve seen what I’m capable of then,” Silas says, tilting her head up so she’s forced to look him in the eyes.
But the unabashed look on her face catches me off guard. “You wanted me to see that blood, didn’t you?”
Silas
She truly had no idea how fucked up I really am, but it seems she’s starting to catch on.
The scale of my depravity is beyond her imagination, and I don’t ever stop until it’s too late.
“You killed someone,” she says, almost in disbelief I’d be so callous about it.
“Someone?” I snort. “A body. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“You don’t even see them as people.” She grimaces.
“Them?” My eyes twitch.
Does she know more about my murderous habits than I thought?
Her entire face slowly begins to lose its color.
My fingers tighten around her neck until she can no longer suck in those desperate breaths. “Tell me … who else have you seen me kill?”
“No one—”
“Don’t lie to me, thief,” I growl, my fingers digging into her precious skin. “I know a liar when I see one.”
Her whole face turns red as the buzzing increases, and I briefly glance at Heath to see him pressing some button, as if he’s trying to keep her from talking.
And it makes me squint, so I release her throat just enough to talk.
“Fine. I was there. Last night,” she says after a while, but then her eyes home in on Heath. “And he knew.”
That motherfucker …
I look his way and rage literally pours out through my mouth. “You knew she was the one who watched us kill that fucker?!”