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)
I’ve considered Knight to be behind all of this, but the moment the thought entered my brain, it swiftly exploded into a million tiny pieces and disintegrated to ashes. He couldn’t be behind any of this. Don’t get me wrong, if he wanted to stalk me through a parking garage and then fuck me as my heart raced with fear, I don’t think I’d have a problem with that. Knowing it was Knight would get me so worked up, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. But I saw the look on his face in the hospital. I hear the fear in his tone when he begs me not to go to work, the terror in his eyes when he has no choice but to send me on my way. Despite also being the right height and build, there’s simply no way it could be him.
Dr. McKullan is another potential suspect. He really doesn’t tick a lot of boxes, but he has access to the hospital. He’s tall, but not six-foot-four tall, and he’s getting on in age. I don’t know if he has the stamina to play vile games like this.
The only other options I’ve got are Laith, Ace, and Diesel, which seem ridiculous, or maybe one of the guys who were involved in jumping me outside that tattoo parlor. I don’t know anything about those guys, not what they look like or what they’re capable of. I only know that after Knight “dealt” with them, they would more than likely hold a very large grudge.
As for Laith, Ace, and Diesel . . . There’s just no way.
Seeing that the coast is clear, I close the door and lock it behind me before taking my ass back to the couch. Normal people might consider going to bed, but after years of working night shift, my body’s internal clock is all over the place, and I don’t think sleep is going to come for a while.
Knight isn’t going to be home for another few hours, so with nothing else to do, I put a movie on. Only before the opening credits have even started, I’m already bored.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I find myself staring up at the ceiling. I could probably call Knight and he’d drop whatever work he’s doing and come right home just to keep me company, but I would never take him away from what he loves. Especially considering his job is just as important to him as mine is to me.
God, I’m so in love with him. The way he loves me. The way he protects and adores me. I’m the luckiest girl in the world, despite how insanely infuriating he can be at times. What I love most is the way he works my body. The way he puts it down has me seeing stars. There’s no doubt about it; Knight Slater is a fucking beast between the sheets.
The very thought has a smile pulling across my face, and as I picture the way his tongue works over my clit, I clench my thighs as a heavy throbbing makes itself known deep in my core.
Damn. Why is he always at work when the need to climb him like a tree strikes?
Handling my business myself is something that’s become increasingly less popular. Now that I know how incredible sex can be when I’m at Knight’s mercy, it puts a damper on the toys in my bedside table. They just don’t hold the same allure they once did, but that doesn’t mean I have to rule them out entirely.
With that in mind, my gaze sweeps to the little red box left on the coffee table.
“Well, well,” I say to myself. “Don’t mind if I do!”
Scooping my brand-new vibrator off the coffee table, a thrill drums through my body. There’s nothing quite like experiencing a new vibrator for the first time. Knight’s cock being the only exception to that, of course.
It takes three seconds to get in the zone, tearing my clothes off and making myself comfortable on the couch. I hope like fuck that Knight doesn’t decide to choose this exact moment to come home from work. Though I think I’m in the clear. He shouldn’t be home for a while, meaning I have all the time in the world to discover the beauty of this new red vibrator.
Everything clenches south of the border, and as I pluck the vibrator out of the box, I’m left with a few questions. It’s an odd shape, not one I’ve particularly experienced before, and while I have more than my fair share of experience with vibrators, I’ve never had the pleasure of experimenting with one like this.
Judging by shape and size, it’s clearly meant for internal use, unlike its many overused adopted siblings who are currently crying out for attention in my bedside drawer. They exclusively play the clit game, but hell, I’m down to try new things. Besides, Izzy swears by this vibrator, so what do I have to lose?