Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
He pushes me further, his thumb madly rolling over my clit as a strange distance seems to form between us, as though someone just cut a tether that I didn’t realize existed. “You want to know how to stop Elias?” he questions, an edge to his tone.
“Yes,” I gasp, my chest heaving against the wall while I tip my head back against his big shoulder as a familiar tightening pulses deep within my core. “Yes! Tell me.”
His fingers split inside me again, working me right to the edge, and as my knees begin to shake, my hips frantically jolt. The raw, intense pleasure rocks through me like an electric current. It’s too much to hold on to as his curled fingers massage my walls and drive me insane. My orgasm grips me in a choke hold, exploding through my body and shattering me like glass.
Hot pulses of undiluted pleasure blast through me as I reach back and grip his strong thigh, my fingers digging in as I struggle to keep myself standing.
“There’s only one way you stop a man like Elias Slater,” he murmurs in my ear as the high consumes me, my walls spasming around his skilled fingers. He’s relentless, just like Knight, and his fingers work me like a fucking magic wand. Then, just as I reach my absolute high, he says three little words that send me crashing back down to earth. “You kill him.”
I suck in a gasp, suddenly feeling cold, and as my body stops trembling, he pulls his fingers free of me, and I fix my sleep shorts as I press away from the wall and spin to face him. Only he’s no longer standing right behind me. He’s clear across the room, staring at me with his head tilted, looking like the perfect masked psychopath.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me, kitten. There’s only one way you end this, and it’s with his life in your hands.”
I swallow hard, my chest heaving for a whole new reason. “Do I really have it in me?”
“You killed me, didn’t you?”
A softness appears over him, and I suddenly realize that I can see straight through him, and every passing second, his body becomes more transparent.
He’s leaving, and this time, I think it might be for good.
“Wait,” I gasp, a desperation clutching my chest, feeling as though I still have so many questions to ask, so much I still don’t know or understand. “What’s your name?”
A soft breath sounds through the room as I settle my gaze on his fading eyes, a brokenness I’m entirely too unsure about settling into my chest. “I don’t have a name, kitten. I am you. I exist only for you.”
And with that, he disappears out of the living room, leaving me standing here all alone, my body trembling with unease as I take deep, heavy breaths. My hands shake, and I can’t help but feel lost. It felt so real, yet I know deep down that was just a hallucination. Just a warped reality my brain made up in order to deal with the stress of everything that’s been going down.
I take a moment, waiting for the uncontrollable shaking to fade from my body. The moment it’s gone, and I’m finally able to put one foot in front of another, I find myself racing to the kitchen, a whole new kind of panic surging through my veins.
Reaching up above the fridge, I grab the little canister of pills before hastily tipping one out into my hand, and before I even get a chance to fill a glass of water, I pop it into my mouth and swallow it dry.
Now that I’ve gotten exactly what I need, I won’t risk myself again.
“Doll?” Knight’s voice sounds from behind me. “Everything good?”
I whirl around, my eyes wide as I find Knight watching me with a deep suspicion in his eyes, his gaze locked on the open canister of pills in my hand, and I don’t doubt that he sees the crazy in my eyes, the madness of my hallucination still pulsing through my veins.
“All good,” I tell him a moment later, fixing the cap back on the canister. “Couldn’t sleep, and realized I hadn’t taken one of these today.”
He nods and slowly approaches me before taking the little canister from my hands and placing it back up onto the high shelf for me before closing the cupboard. “You sure?” he murmurs, his fingers brushing my messy hair back off my face.
“Promise, I’m perfect,” I whisper into the darkened kitchen before pressing up onto my tippy-toes and brushing a gentle kiss over his lips. “Can you take me back to bed?”
Knight captures my lips in his, deepening our kiss as his arm scoops behind the back of my knees, folding me up into his strong arms as he turns on his heel and stalks out of the kitchen.