Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Out,” I bark, making Amber’s mouth pop open. She looks between us both and licks her lips.
“I can stay,” Amber offers, smiling as she cuts her greedy eyes over to Natasha.
“Gross,” Nat snaps, shuddering.
Amber narrows her eyes and folds her arms over her bought chest. “Rude, little bitch.”
Snatching up her shirt, Amber sashays over to me and pulls it over her head. When she reaches me, she grabs my face in her palms, forcing me down to her mouth. Her lips smack loudly with mine as she makes a show of it, and I let her. Teeth nip and her tongue tastes me. Then, she’s smirking over at Nat before leaving the room with a wave of her fingers.
Natasha wrinkles her nose as she walks over to the disheveled bed. “So, you have sex with people in here?”
“Why? You want to go for a ride?” I tease.
“Over my dead body,” she stutters on the last word, and her brow crashes over her pretty green eyes.
Her best friend’s death is haunting her.
“Calm down, Nat. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t bring you in here to do it.” I flick my eyes up to the camera in the corner of the room and wink over at her.
“Oh, I know how and where you like to kill people.” She means the cheap apartment building over on Beller Square. Strangled to death. Just like Kate was found. Anger replaces her sorrow from moments before. “They film you having sex in here? With women like that?” She scowls, pointing to the door, clearly referring to Amber.
“The camera is for safety reasons. To protect the club if an accident should happen or if anyone breaks the rules, and what’s wrong with Amber?” I ask just to fuck with her.
“She’s tacky for one and more plastic than flesh for another. And rules, really, Ren? Where were your rules when you killed Kate?” she sneers, her mouth cruel and biting, but her eyes drink in my bare chest hungrily, betraying her.
Anger is a powerful tool, but also a damaging one. It can eat you up and leave nothing but a bitter taste in your mouth.
“Kate was into this scene, no matter how much you want to think otherwise,” I tell her.
Her feet rush over to me, and a tiny palm slaps across my cheek, sending a spark of fire across my skin and into my dick. She’s fucking cute.
“You don’t get to speak her name. Your lies won’t work on me. I knew her. I know she wouldn’t be into this disgusting shit. Fucking in clubs on camera for God knows who to see?”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” I growl, loving the curse words on her sweet lips.
“Tell me. Tell me how you did it.” She chokes on her words. “Was she in pain? Did she know she was going to die?”
Sighing, I run my hands through my hair and pace the floor.
“Why are you so damn sure it was murder? There were no signs of struggle, no defensive wounds. She was in the height of pleasure. An accident that should never have happened.”
Tears drip from her eyes, making them appear impossibly bright.
“Why wouldn’t I know that she was into that? What could she get out of being strangled?” she weeps.
“It’s breathplay, Nat. It’s not safe and shouldn’t be practiced by most people who do it. But they do it all the same. For the thrill.”
“Including you,” she spits out, wiping at the tears on her cheeks. “You still killed her.”
“I’ve never killed anyone.”
“Liar.” She seethes, her fists clenching.
“Believe what you want, and keep following me around all you want too, but it’s not going to bring her back or change the facts.”
“And what are the facts?” she demands, her voice shrill. “I need them to be able to move on. I need to know everything. Just give me that.”
Stalking across the room to her, I cause her feet to falter. Her legs hit the bed, making her lose her balance. She topples backward, her ass hitting the mattress.
“How much is everything, Nat?” I breathe, pulling my belt from my jeans with a snap. I place it over her shoulder and across her neck. I don’t add any pressure, but her expressive eyes expand nonetheless. Her hands go to the leather, immediately threading her fingers behind it to protect herself from me tightening if I wanted to. And I do want to more than anything, but I’m not the monster she thinks I am.
“I hate you,” she sobs, yanking the belt from her neck and pushing up from the bed before heading for the door.
Fuck if I’m allowing her to run away with that lie on her lips.
Trailing her, I grasp her shoulder, spinning her and backing her against the wall. I’m quick with my skilled fingers, flicking through the buttons of her jeans. I open and shove my hand down into her panties before she can process what I’m doing.