Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
She’s now caressing me.
Her claws have retracted and she’s gliding her fingers along my back, my sides, stroking all the scars no one should get close to.
Fuck that.
Fuck Dahlia Thorne and her disturbing touch.
I release her clit and pull her arms from my waist, holding both her wrists in one hand as I pump into her.
Rage coils inside me until what’s left is a bestial, primitive need for dominance.
Dahlia’s eyes widen, her hands flexing in my grip.
I don’t know whether she’s turned on or terrified or both, but I don’t care.
She should’ve kept scratching me instead of touching me like we’re anything but this fucked-up coexistence.
I tighten my grip on her throat until her pussy clenches.
“Kane…” she strains. “Come…inside…me…”
“Fuck!”
I pull out at the last second and come all over her stomach and tits, my cum creating a sheen on her skin.
Fucking hell.
If she hadn’t said that, I would’ve filled her cunt with my cum and feasted on it.
I would’ve betrayed my second rule.
The first was no sex without a condom, which went down the drain the first time I fucked this infuriating woman.
And since then, I haven’t been able to stomach the idea of not feeling her walls stretching and contracting against my cock. So I promised myself that there would be no coming inside her.
Ever.
But just now, I almost did.
If anything, I was looking forward to pumping her full of my cum.
Dahlia is a fucking thorn in my side and the one plot hole in my life I can’t seem to find a solution to.
I release her and step back, breathing harshly.
“Why…” She swallows, looking so fucking mine while lying on the counter naked with my cum covering her. “Why won’t you come inside me?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Why do you not like it when I touch you?”
“I said shut the fuck up, Dahlia.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t think being fuck buddies meant a lack of conversation. Give better instructions next time.”
I can’t kill her.
Grinding my teeth, I pull up my jeans and tuck myself in, then walk to the fridge that gave up on beeping and grab a water bottle, throwing it near her.
She doesn’t stir, but her droopy eyes follow my every move.
I retrieve my phone and enable the lights, then go to the guest bathroom, and draw a hot bath.
As the sound of the water fills the space, I check my phone.
I find a few unread texts in ‘The Vipers’ Den’ group chat. Obviously named by Preston.
Jude
The fuck you’ve been doing, Pres? Heard you fucked your stepmom’s friend?
Preston
Heard you picked up stalking as a side gig.
Jude
Fuck is wrong with you?
Preston
I thought we were highlighting what we’re doing lately?
Jude
Is this because you couldn’t handle Osborn yesterday?
Preston
Say that name in my presence again and I’ll stab you :)
Jude
Seriously? You missed open skate and started a small riot in the Armstrong household just because of last night? @Kane Davenport. We need to restrain the motherfucker before this escalates.
Preston
I have it under control. May rip you a new one if I see you, though, big man. Be on the lookout.
Jude
Me?
Preston
Next time, don’t start punching just because I got hit.
Jude
I ALWAYS do that. The fuck?
Me
It’s because Osborn said Preston is a dainty prince who can’t even defend himself. Made him look weak. It’s probably why he lost his mind and went for his throat.
Preston
*Kane added to the death list*
Jude
The provocateur is being provoked?
*Preston left the group chat*
I shake my head, slide my phone in my pocket, and place a bathrobe on the rack.
As I step into the hallway, my senses fill with Dahlia’s scent, and my dick twitches back to life.
Fuck. This is a problem.
“You can take a bath, then leave,” I say from the hallway.
No response.
I walk back to the kitchen. “You need help getting up…?”
My movements halt when I find her sleeping. On the counter. In the exact same position I left her.
Her chest rises and falls, and she releases soft snores.
I can’t help but stroke some damp strands from her forehead, revealing a serene face.
Fuck.
She’s beautiful.
And all mine.
As I carry her in my arms, I have a disturbing feeling that she’ll mess up my life in more ways than one.
That is, if that’s not already happening.
22
DAHLIA
I’m coming up empty.
Despite my attempts to dig into the Vipers’ medical records and find any suspicious absences close to the date of Vi’s attack, they’re so neat and tidy, it’s impossible to find any discrepancies.
In the span of the week since I started this job, I’ve managed to gather DNA evidence from most players, including Preston, and they all came out negative.
I’m back to square one again.
I thought maybe I could gather some clues about Vi’s attack, but it’s proving impossible.
Even if I get invited to Vencor’s parties, what am I supposed to do under so much surveillance?
Out myself and possibly get killed before I discover anything, that’s what.