Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Whose house is this?”
“You ask a lot of questions, pet.”
“Maybe that’s because you do a lot of dumb shit that doesn’t make sense.”
I chuckle. I like his fire. Like the recklessness in him that matches mine, always there, simmering beneath the surface.
“Are there rose petals and candles? While this is all very romantic of you, I didn’t think that’s what this would be about,” he says, making me roll my eyes. I definitely enjoy him more than I should.
“No. We’re here because this house is big, old, empty—other than the furniture—and you’re going to hunt me.”
His eyes widen comically, but then he cocks his head slightly, his forehead wrinkling as he studies me. “What do you mean I’m going to hunt you?”
“I want to try something. It got us both hard when you robbed me, so we’re doing a version of that here. With the lights off.”
“Is this some rape-fantasy thing? Because that’s not my style.”
“No. You’re not going to force me. I want your dick, and you want to give it to me. We’re playing a game, pet. We’re chasing a high, and I’m curious to see if this does anything for me.”
“Oh, just you, huh?”
“Well, you’re fucking me, so of course it’ll do something for you,” I tease, and he shakes his head but is clearly trying to bite back a smile. “Are you saying it’s not true?”
“I doubt you’ll be that good. I’m only here to pay off what I owe you.”
I lean close, mouth beside his ear as I grab the growing bulge beneath his jeans. “Liar, liar, pants on fire. You’re dying to fuck me. You would do it even if you didn’t owe me.” I massage his growing dick with my palm. “Admit it.”
“Why wouldn’t I want control over someone as powerful as you?” he asks, his breathing quicker, sharper than it had been moments ago.
“Who said you would be in control?” I ask, giving his dick one last squeeze before pulling back. I point to the table behind him. “Lube, condom, and a flashlight for you. Don’t do anything stupid because I really don’t want to kill you yet.”
“So I’m just supposed to find you and then fuck you?”
“Yes. But make it fun. I get annoyed when I’m bored.”
“There’s nothing boring about being fucked by me.”
“We’ll see.” I grin and take off my jacket. Shai tugs his hoodie over his head, showing me his tattooed arm again, the dark lines against his too pale skin. He might be hot, but a little sun wouldn’t hurt. “Upstairs there are five bedrooms and a loft. Down here, there’s an office, living room, dining room, kitchen, the normal shit. Find me and claim your prize.”
He nods, watching me curiously. “I assume you know this is dangerous. You can’t trust me.”
“That’s why it’s fun.” I shrug, then walk toward the stairs. “I thought about giving you my gun, but lately my motto has been What would Ollie do, and he’d be pissed if I risked that.”
“He would approve of the rest of it?”
“Probably not, but I’m a work in progress.” I’ll never make the best decisions. “Stay here. I’ll turn the lights off, and then you come find me.”
On my way upstairs, I call out, “And take your shoes off!” I remove mine as well. We’ll be able to move more quietly that way.
I disappear down the hallway, my dick already chubbing up. I’ve heard about this kind of primal play, and I’m hoping it will elicit that rush Shai and I are looking for. It’s strange sharing this with him, this thing that excites us both. I’ve fucked a lot of people, but this feels different—this secret between us. I’ve never had a secret from Cillian or Tiernan before. Another way things are changing…
I go to the middle room on the right, log in to the app, and kill the lights in the house. It’s pitch black out here, no streetlights to shine inside. I move around the room, then slip into the hallway, listening for Shai’s soft footsteps. There’s no light moving around, so he’s not using the flashlight.
“You know how easy it’ll be to find you, right?” he says, his voice getting closer, like he’s slowly coming up the stairs. “Just like it was easy for me to take what I wanted from you that night.”
Oh, fuck him. I let him take that money from me. It was nothing more than a game, but I keep my mouth shut, unwilling to lead him to where I am.
“I bet you have a tight little hole, don’t you? It’s going to stretch so nice and pretty for my cock. Then for the rest of your life, you’ll know the man who stole from you, got your ass for the first time too.”
Soft footsteps, closer now. I see him in the darkness, moving across the hallway, going into another room. I follow, all the blood in my body congregating in my groin, my dick already hard and throbbing.