Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
"You don't fucking tell me what to do." He arches one eyebrow. "I know what I'm doing." His touch is soft, but his voice is guttural, his words meant to dominate.
I lift my hands and wrap my fingers around his wrists. "I know, but it's just us now. If you get killed... I can't..." My voice trails off.
Except it's not just us. I feel like I should tell him. I mean, now would be a good time right? Fuck. I want to. My mind is screaming at me to do it, but I just... I can't. I'm not ready.
His eyes bore into me. "I'm not gonna get killed."
"Jude!" I want to slap him. "You are not bloody indestructible, and Joe—he hates you." I shake my head. "There are no lengths he will not go to."
He smiles sympathetically at me. "I'm not gonna leave you. I know what I'm doing. Trust me." He stares at me briefly before his hands drop from my face. "Joe isn't gonna be there. It's his version of Marney I'm going after, and I'm not even really going after him, more like waiting in a room until he's brought to me."
"By who, Marney? You think they don't know what—"
"No. David's getting a girl to lure him up to a room." Jude grins, seemingly pleased with this plot. "See, I won't get killed."
His phone beeps in his pocket, and he pulls it out, glancing at the screen. A scowl mars his features, his lips pressing together as he clenches his jaw. He swipes the screen, before throwing the phone down on the coffee table hard enough to leave a small dent in the wood. I frown at him, and he shakes his head, dragging his hand down his face.
"Let me help," I say, pulling his attention back to the conversation. "You can't go in there, but I can."
His eyes dart to the floor. "Hell no!" His jaw clenches. "You're worried about me, and you expect me to let you go in there. Fuck no!"
"You need a girl, and not some random one whose loyalties you can't trust. My hair's blonde now. He won't know what I look like." This suddenly feels vital, something I need to do. I've waited in this house, protected and wrapped in cotton wool for weeks. I'm itching to do something, to feel like I'm getting closer to Joe.
"No." He shakes his head.
I glare at him. "So what? You're going to use a hooker?"
"Yes, I'm going to use a fucking hooker, because if she gets killed I don't give a shit."
"So, let me get this right, you're going to use a hooker to lure a man who runs an entire fucking brothel of hookers?"
I smirk.
His jaw clenches as his eyes harden. "Yeah."
I sigh. "You're a man, Jude." He cocks an eyebrow, and I want to roll my eyes. "Tell me what draws you to me?" I put just a touch of sex into my voice, tracing a finger across his jaw.
He swats my hand away from his face. "For fucks sake, Tor. Really?"
I nod my head, biting my lip. "Yes. I'm proving a point, so tell me, what is it about me that made you want to fuck me?" I press my body against his and I feel his crotch hardening against me. He's too fucking easy.
He bites down on his bottom lip and groans as he strokes my hair. "This isn't fair. You know that, right?" A small smirk tears at his lips.
"Say it." I brush my lips across his, teasing him.
"Because every fucking thing about you is wrong, that's why."
I cock an eyebrow at him. "Lies. You wanted me because I was innocent. Something pure that you wanted to corrupt."
He smiles as his fingers tighten in my hair. "And there was that... and fuck did I enjoy corrupting you." His lips press against mine, his free hand grips my hip and pulls me tighter against him.
"Mmm-hmm," I hum against his mouth. "And hookers are already corrupt. Where's the fun in that?"
He fists my hair, jerking it to the side to glare at me as he raises both his brows. "No!"
I hiss as his hold becomes almost painful. "Stop thinking with your heart, Jude. You know I'm right."
He immediately rises from the couch, dropping me onto it. He drags his hands through his hair. "I'm not letting you do it." He shakes his head. "Fuck no!"
I sigh with exasperation. "A man like that, I can lure out easily, and then you can do your crazy torture, maim, kill thing."
His eyes dart up to me. "It's not worth it to me, Tor."
"It's worth it to me," I say quietly. "He won't know who I am. I'll be nothing more than a fuck to him. He's not going to kill me."
He sighs, sitting next to me on the couch. I can tell he's contemplating it at least.