Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
“You’re a hero to me.”
“I like being your hero.”
“But I’m not sure things can go any further. We don’t really know each other.”
“We know the important things, Bunny. I want you and you want me.”
Good. Lord.
“It’s my allure,” she moaned.
He pressed his lips to her cheek. “It’s not your allure. It’s you.”
Suddenly, he drew back, although he kept his hand on her neck, and she managed to take a full breath. She hadn’t realized that she’d stopped breathing. Her head spun.
“I understand why you want to run the two of them over.”
She glanced back at Brad and Laura who were talking now.
“I didn’t . . . fine, I thought of it briefly.”
“Never kill without a plan,” her Hero advised. “You haven’t thought this out. It’s daylight. You have witnesses. How would you have made your getaway? Where would you stash your car? Do you have fake plates?”
She gulped. “I wasn’t really going to do it. I just saw them and thought, wouldn’t it be nice to turn those smug looks to fear?”
“Ahh, revenge killing. Yes, it is quite a thrill.”
Good. Lord.
She wasn’t even sure when he was joking and when he wasn’t. But she had a bad feeling he wasn’t joking right now.
“I’d be happy to take care of them for you.”
“What?”
She tried to turn and look at him, but he subtly tightened his hold on her neck so she stayed where she was.
“I’d be happy to wipe their existence from this earth. It would be my pleasure.” His tone was dark.
She knew he wasn’t joking.
“N-no. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,” he said. “They upset you. Nobody is allowed to upset my Bunny.”
Holy. Shit.
He was scary.
And yet . . . there was a part of her that was drawn to his darkness. That liked it. Did she have some of that same darkness in her? Before being kidnapped, no, but since then . . . sometimes the only thing that kept her going was knowing the senator was dead. She wasn’t sure what that said about her.
But what Brad and Laura had done to her wasn’t on the same level. And setting her Hero on them wouldn’t be right.
Much as it was a nice thought.
“You can’t kill them, though.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not.”
There was a long beat of silence.
Holy. Crap. Maybe he really didn’t know why not.
“You can’t just kill people because they upset me. That’s not . . . that’s not right.”
“Feels right to me. They upset my Bunny, so I make sure they don’t exist anymore. Someone touches you, they die. Someone hurts you, they die.”
Wow. She liked that.
No. No, nope, nuh-uh, she did not like that. Because he meant it. He really would murder them. And she couldn’t let that happen. Not just for their sakes, but for his.
“I can’t let you do that, Hero.”
“Let me? That’s an interesting concept. I’m not sure that anyone has ever let me do something. I tend to just do what I like.”
“Really? You’ve never had anyone tell you that you can’t do something?” she asked incredulously.
“Oh, people have tried, but I don’t like being told what to do.”
Uh-oh.
“Although, you might be one of the few who could try. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen. You, however, will listen to me.”
Double uh-oh. She had a feeling she was in way over her head with him.
“I just . . . I couldn’t live with myself if I caused their deaths.”
“But I’d be the one doing it. Therefore, it wouldn’t be your fault.”
“Yes, but you’d be doing it for me.”
“You don’t want me to do nice things for you, Bunny? I’m hurt.”
Was he really? Or was he joking? Shit. Did he even know how to joke? She really wasn’t sure. Okay, it was disturbing that he thought murdering them was doing something nice for her . . . then again, there was also a part of her that liked that he was willing to take out those assholes.
Something inside her had changed when she was kidnapped.
She had to tread carefully, though or she could well have a trail of bodies in her wake.
“It’s not that,” she said. “But you can’t go around killing anyone who upsets me.”
“Barely together and already you’re trying to change me.”
“What . . . I . . . no, umm . . . gosh darn it.” She didn’t even know where to start with that statement.
“Why can’t I kill anyone who upsets you?”
“Because you’d be rather busy,” she muttered. Then she winced, hoping he hadn’t heard that.
“Do that many people upset you?” he asked in such a silky smooth voice that a shiver ran through her.
Triple uh-oh.
“What? No. I just . . . I don’t want you to kill for me unless . . . unless it’s like with the senator.”
“So, you want me to save the killing for when someone physically harms you?”