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)
“I was willing to let you live, Crew,” I say, my hand still hovering over the tattoo gun. “But you made one big mistake.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” he grunts, clutching the table to stay upright.
I laugh, getting back to my feet and taking the tattoo gun with me. I walk right up to him, nearly a head taller, and honestly, it surprises me. He seemed so much bigger from a distance. “Let me let you in on a little secret,” I whisper, watching his brows furrow and his lips twist. “You put your hands on my girl, and because of that, I’m going to kill you, but that’s not the exciting part—” I pause, smirking as his gaze whips toward me, and honestly, I have no idea if it’s because I mentioned he touched my girl or because I told him I’m going to kill him. “Once I’m done with you, I’m going to end her life too. Not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and when I do, she’s gonna beg for it.”
Crew clenches his jaw. “If you fucking touch her—”
“You mean like you did?” I question, purring in his ear, focusing on the rapid beating of his pulse at the base of his throat. “Does it make you feel big bruising her face? Hearing her cry out in agony? What about the way she looked at you? The betrayal in her eyes? The fear? Did it get your cock hard like it does for me?”
The anger explodes, venomous rage flashing in his dark stare, and he lunges for me again, only this time, I let him. Crew grabs me by the front of my hoodie, throwing me back down on Big Jim’s chair as he comes down over me, hovering with his face barely inches from mine. “If you lay a fucking hand on her, I’m gonna kill you.”
My excitement rages like a wild storm brewing beneath the surface, and as I meet Crew’s gaze, all I can do is smile. “Ooooh, I think it’s a little too late for that,” I laugh, taking in the way his whole body seems to shake. “Do you have any idea how fucking pretty she is when she comes? How she clenches her eyes and screams out? How sweet she tastes? Fuck. I think I’ll head back to her place tonight.”
Rage burns through his gaze, and I see the very second he makes the decision to end my life, but it’s too little too late for him. I hold the tattoo gun in a tight fist, so fucking sure and precise with my movement as my hand snaps out and creates the perfect arc. The tip of the gun plunges deep into the base of Crew’s throat, and my fucking cock springs to life.
Good fucking God. I almost come in my pants, my whole body shuddering with intense satisfaction. I try to hold onto it, but I don’t think I can, and when I yank the tattoo gun back out and blood spurts from Crew’s carotid artery, splattering across my chest and mixing with the spilled ink on the floor, I can’t take it a second longer.
I explode, coming in my pants like a fucking teenager. My hips jolt with the intense release, and as Crew holds my gaze, his blood quickly soaking me, all I can do is stare back at him.
Holy fuck. I didn’t even get to stroke myself before coming. Not even a squeeze. Sometimes I like to play around first, you know, really draw it out, edge myself just a little before finally allowing myself to come, but fuck. Today, my cock had a brain of his own.
One second, I could have sworn I was still getting hard, and the next . . . shit.
I’m a grown-ass man, and I just jizzed in my fucking pants.
A pained grunt comes from Crew above me, and I force myself to focus, not wanting to miss a second of this. Life quickly fades from his eyes, and as he collapses to the ground like a heavy sack of shit, I’m left paralyzed in Big Jim’s chair, the intensity of the kill still shooting through my veins.
All I can do is breathe, replaying the moment over and over in my head, and when I finally regain the ability to move and think clearly, I feel more energized than ever before. I spring up from Big Jim’s chair, gazing down at Crew’s lifeless body, absolutely stunned.
I’ve always been a lady killer. Plain and simple. That’s what’s gotten me off, but the rush of killing Crew Ledger in the name of protecting Kyah . . . fuck. I’ve never felt so liberated or alive. And what’s more, that need to end Kyah’s life has diminished just a little bit more.
I can’t explain it. This girl is fucking with my head. But for the first time, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to finish this. Despite knowing how good it’s going to feel, I don’t know if I can handle the idea of never seeing her again, never being able to breathe her in or taste her sweetness.