Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
This is the first time I’ve wanted to own someone, chain them to me, not allow them to leave my goddamn sight.
And that someone had to be Violet.
And Violet, thinking I no longer snoop in her journal, has been writing constantly about sex lately. She didn’t even mention the time I ate her on the kitchen counter or how she rode my boot in that alley, but I now know it’s because she didn’t want me to see her thoughts.
She has lots of those—thoughts about sex and fantasies.
One of them is being ambushed. She mentioned that it happened in her dreams with her fucking fantasy man, who I’ll find and maim to pieces.
Because she can’t have anyone but me.
She won’t.
Which is why I’m here again. To erase any motherfucker she has fantasies about.
I’ll fulfill all of her fantasies, especially this ambushing one. My own demons roar at the thought of her trembling body beneath mine.
Her breaths stuttering like when I kissed her for the world to see this morning.
Her heart thundering like when she held on to me on the back of the bike.
Fuck.
I’m getting hard already.
My cock seems to have a mind of its own whenever Violet’s involved.
I adjust my erection and grab her Kindle from the top of the coffee table. All her physical books are some self-help nonsense and human sciences garbage.
So I expect her Kindle to reflect that.
Wrong.
My brows arch when I find what seems to be romance books with skulls, snakes, or men on the covers.
Hmm.
I take a picture of what’s in there, especially the ones she has in a ‘Favorite’ folder, so I can do better research.
I’m about to open one of the books when my phone dings.
Kane
What the hell is this, Callahan?
Attached is a picture of me kissing Violet.
I save it.
Preston
It’s called kissing? Something you do a lot of with Daphne, remember?
Kane
You stay out of it.
Preston
No can do. I’m Jude’s defender for life, and I like Vee.
Me
Her name is Violet.
Preston
Nah, too long. She’s so adorable, BTW! Had lunch with her earlier, and she gave me her drink and even shared her food. I want her.
You’ll want your fucking grim reaper when I’m done with you, Pres.
Preston
Jeez. I was just saying. Figuratively. Unless, it becomes literally. You never know.
Fuck around and find out.
Preston
It’s not in your best interest to piss me off when I can spill all your secrets, big man.
Kane
As I was saying, what the fuck were you doing, Jude?
I don’t answer to you.
Preston
What Jude said.
Kane
You promised to stay the hell away from her when I gave you the full list.
I never mentioned how long I’d stay away. Also, technically, I only promised not to kill her, which is a promise I’m keeping.
Preston
I also vote don’t kill her.
Kane
Dahlia is worried you’ll pull some shit.
I don’t give a fuck about what Dahlia thinks.
Preston
Me, neither. *high five gif*
Kane
Well, I do. And I won’t sit still if you hurt her only family.
Is that a threat?
Preston
I vote a threat. Let’s fight.
Kane
It is whatever the fuck you see it as. I didn’t spend precious resources to keep Julian away so you’d ruin it. If you’re messing with Dahlia, you’re messing with me.
Preston
BRB, I’m gonna bring my favorite knife. This will be epic.
I told you this before and I’ll say this again. Stay the fuck out of my business, Kane.
Whatever I do with Violet is none of his or Dahlia’s business.
Not even sure what the fuck I want to do with her in the first place.
Except stake a claim so no other assholes will come near her.
That one’s for sure.
Everything else, however, is still wobbly and tentative. In a sense, it feels like the start of something new.
In the beginning, I approached Violet to torment and kill her, but now, I don’t possess any trace of those thoughts.
Not sure when they completely disappeared, but it happened long before she was in a coma.
There’s still anger, though. Or maybe it’s tension. Aggression.
A need to fucking punish her for choosing to go into a coma.
My phone lights up with a text from Preston, who’s been trolling this entire conversation, but I don’t get to read it, because the sound of the door unlocking echoes in the penthouse.
I click on the app on my phone, turning the entire place pitch-black. The only light comes from the town seeping through the large window.
My vision instantly adjusts to my surroundings, courtesy of countless hunts in dark forests.
Violet, however, panics.
I can see the contours of her body as she freezes, her limbs locking before she fumbles in her pocket for her phone.
“Shit,” she whispers, her voice trembling, her fingers unsteady.
She truly is afraid of the dark.
One more reason why this is the perfect setting for what I have planned.
“God.” She taps fast, her movements chaotic, her breathing shallow.
The door closes behind her, and she visibly jumps, dropping the phone. As it clatters on the floor, light glows from the screen, and Violet starts to lower herself to pick it up.