Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
He moans against my mouth as he desperately wraps his tongue around mine, hands clasping my face. “That’d be the greatest honor, my goddess.”
Atreus
As I take off all the pins I’d put on my map and grab all the papers I’d gathered on the serial killer, a gust of wind filters through my office, sending some of them flying. I turn to grab some, only to find myself staring right into the eyes of the woman who has been haunting me since I first saw her in the woods.
She’s wearing the same bunny mask she wore when she first stalked me as she grabs some of the papers off the floor and looks through them.
“Interesting pictures you have here,” she mumbles, filing them all into a neat little stack after she’s done looking at each one of them like she’s proud of her achievements. “Obsessive, wouldn’t you say?”
I pick up some of the papers strewn about. “I think we’ve both seen how deep it can run.” My eyes land on the set of knives she’s got sticking out of her boot. “Still intend to kill me?”
She narrows her eyes as she steps closer and closer, her heels click-clacking on the floor of my office. “Depends. Do you enjoy the thought of a woman being your end?”
I shut the door and lock it, smirking as my hand dives into my pocket. “Murder was only the beginning.”
She stops only when she’s right in front of me. “I should kill you for putting me in jail.”
THWACK!
The knife lands right next to my face, splintering the wood.
“But that would be a waste of such a pretty goddamn face,” she adds, smiling like the crazy woman she is.
Her eyes lower toward the gun I have pressed into her side. “It would be a waste to put such a killer woman behind bars.”
She tilts her head.
I tilt mine.
She grabs my collar and slaps me so hard I feel dizzy, then slams her lips onto mine even harder, and we wrestle for control, kissing each other like our lives depend on it. My hand wraps around her neck as my tongue drives into her mouth, her lips curling around mine as I smash her against the wood.
Her knee shoves into my balls, and I groan out loud, only for her kiss to swallow me whole again. She grabs my shirt and thrusts her tongue down my throat, shoving my back against the wall so she can fondle me, and all it does is make me harder.
I should hate this woman.
I should.
She’s ripped away the only thing I ever cared about and replaced it with herself, and I don’t know how the fuck she did it.
But I’m smitten.
Absolutely fucking obsessed to the bone.
And I am done denying myself the pleasure of kissing her.
I grab her face and smash my lips back onto hers. She bites me, but the pain doesn’t faze me as I push us both back until we knock my desk.
Still, I keep kissing her.
I fumble to place the gun on the desk and shove it far away so I can grab her waist, set her down on my desk, and kiss her senseless.
“Why? Why did you do this?” she whispers, between maddening kisses.
“Isn’t it fucking obvious?” I grit, sucking on her bottom lip. “I’ve fallen for you. And that’s exactly how you planned it, didn’t you?”
Her eyes widen in shock, and she pulls away, lips still red, stained with the same lipstick she used to bury her enemies … now slathered all over my face.
She’s so beautiful, it’s mesmerizing, and I can’t stop touching her face to gently wipe away the excess lipstick I messed up.
“How did you know?” she asks.
“When you said you trusted me, I knew,” I respond. “You made me a pawn in your game long ago. With the lipstick stain on all the bodies … you were looking for someone to find you. Me.”
A smirk more cunning than any I’ve ever seen before forms on her face, and my God, it brings chills to my body.
“Yet you still did exactly what I’d hoped you’d do …” she muses.
I throw her back a lopsided grin. “I had no choice. Keeping you in jail would’ve destroyed me just as it was destroying you.”
She licks her lips, like she’s possessed by the fact that she’s managed to sway me, a cop, from doing his duty. Precisely how she envisioned it from the beginning.
And it is insane.
It’s absolutely fucking insane, but I’ve been converted.
Justice used to be my calling, but my justice has a female form, and it is the end of me as I once knew it.
I tower over her, but in her presence I feel trivial. “José was a suspect I was hunting for a very long time. I just didn’t want to risk it. But when I found out what happened to you … I knew I had to find a solution. He was the perfect end to the madness you’d spun.”