Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
He groans again, and a moment later, I hear the subtle brush of the breeze against his phone and a smile pulls at the corner of my lips. “Five minutes, Mace. Don’t even think about touching yourself before I get there.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” I tell him. “Though, would it be the biggest pain in the ass if you snuck in through my window? I’m not looking for the sweet, cocky asshole from across the hall. I need the unhinged psychopath who likes to fuck me until I scream.”
I can almost hear the way he grins. “Just you fucking wait, baby.”
Alex ends the call, and I find myself flying up off the couch, scurrying into the bathroom, and peeling my clothes off. I smell like a bar, and probably like Nat’s vomit, seeing as though her aim is about as good as a two-year-old boy toilet training for the first time.
After rushing through a quick shower, I riffle around my underwear drawers, pulling out a skimpy black lace lingerie set. It’s not as incredible as the set Alex bought for me, but it’s definitely a close second.
Fully aware of the clock ticking, I get dressed and lock up my apartment, making sure my living room window is open.
As I walk back into my room, I can’t resist stepping into a pair of black heels, knowing just how much he likes it.
I can’t help but wonder if this is how we move forward. Last night at High Voltage Ink, it became startlingly clear to us both that we didn’t know how this relationship was supposed to work, but maybe we have a fighting chance after all. For some reason unknown to me, I make him better, and the proof is right there in the way he was able to walk away from that guy and his girlfriend, and as for me, he’s opened my eyes to a world I never knew I needed, and I can’t possibly imagine going back now.
Alex Reid might be an unhinged serial killer with stalker tendencies, but he’s my unhinged serial killer. And for some reason, we just work.
With a wicked grin playing on my lips and my heart thundering wildly in my chest, I turn out the light and lay down on top of my blanket, making sure he gets the best possible view as he walks through the door.
Then barely even thirty seconds later, I feel a feather-soft touch dragging from my ankle up to my knees before that deep, sexy tone rumbles through my room. “I hope you’re ready to play, my sweet Kyah,” he says before his hand slips higher up my thigh and between my legs to cup my pussy. I whimper, grinding against his hand, already soaking wet. “Now get on your knees and show me that pretty cunt.”
EPILOGUE
KYAH
TWO YEARS LATER
Locking up the main door of High Voltage Ink, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I’ve just sat with Big Jim for the last hour talking about how he would like to take me on as a partner, and after a few years, once I’m confident in running the business, he’ll be taking the leap and retiring, leaving the shop to me.
I’ve always hoped this would come. I’ve worked my ass off for it, but I had no expectations. If it wasn’t meant to be, I would have eventually left High Voltage Ink to start a business of my own, but this has always been my home, and I can’t imagine having to start somewhere new.
After double-checking the door is locked properly, I make my way down the street. It was a late one tonight. I didn’t finish with my last client until after ten, and when Big Jim asked to talk, I think we both assumed it would be fifteen minutes max. But then we started talking shit and had a drink to celebrate, then when I glanced up and saw it was already after eleven, we both gaped at the clock, completely dumbfounded by how fast time had flown.
Naturally, Big Jim had offered me a lift home, but after the three shots of whiskey he took, I had no choice but to steal his keys and send him home in an Uber.
As I make my way home, I pull out my phone and send off a text to Alex. I’m so damn excited about becoming business partners with Big Jim, I can’t wait to share the news.
Kyah - You up? I have big news.
My gaze remains locked on the phone, but after passing two blocks, I realize he must have already crashed. But it’s fine, I’m more than happy to break into his apartment and wake him up, just like he’s so skilled at doing himself. Assuming he’s even in his apartment. He rarely uses his place anymore.