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“If the media finds out about us, we’ll be all over the news tomorrow.”
“It doesn’t matter. They’ll still say shit about us anyway. At least this way, we’re giving them something to write about.”
I bite my lip, unsure I want any more attention, but I’m the one who wanted to draw the killer out. What better way to do it than to provoke him by living my best life?
“Okay. Give me half an hour to get ready?”
“Take your time. I’m going to finish up a few emails. Come find me when you’re done.”
He lowers me to my feet but keeps me pressed against him, his hard cock wedged between us as he presses one last kiss to my lips. “Go before I decide to say fuck it and keep you here.”
I’m tempted to tell him I like that idea much better, but we have a killer to catch.
I turn and walk back to the bedroom, knowing we’re playing a dangerous game. I’m just hoping I fare better than I did last time.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Valen
Once she’s in the bedroom, I head back downstairs and grab my gym bag from where I left it near the door. I take it into the laundry room and empty the contents into the laundry basket. My red sweatshirt sits on top of the basket, so I bury it underneath the other stuff before tossing my dirty sneakers in the mudroom so I can wash them later.
I hear the shower as I pass the bedroom on the way back to my office. I pause for a second outside the door, imagining the water running down her naked body. I press my hands against the wood and consider slipping in behind her while she has her eyes closed. I picture thrusting inside her and her screaming in shock as I force her body to accept me.
Squeezing my hands into fists, I walk to my office and lock myself inside. I loosen my tie as I sit in my chair, tugging the throw blanket from underneath me and tossing it on one of the other chairs. Glancing out of the window, I stare at the spot where I stood and watched her earlier.
The cameras couldn’t pick her up properly on the beach, so I had to move closer. I don’t want to stop her from going down there because the water seems to be a comfort to her. But if I can’t see her face, I can’t read her. And I don’t like not knowing what she’s thinking or feeling. I don’t like that one little bit.
I could have remained hidden. If I hadn’t wanted her to see me, she wouldn’t have, but I had the perfect opportunity to remind her that it’s not safe for her outside these walls. Inside, she’s protected. Inside, I can watch her every move.
I type my password into the computer and wait for it to log me on. Once I’m in, I open the camera icon and select the camera in the master bathroom. I sit back and watch her rub shower gel all over her body. I lick my lip and consider getting myself off, but I don’t know how long she’ll be. Besides, a little edging now will make the prize taste that much sweeter later tonight. That doesn’t stop me from sliding my hand inside my pants and giving myself a few strokes—just enough to make me ride the edge of need.
I keep the camera open but split the screen as I review the file I compiled earlier on our last round of volunteers. I read through the patient notes, and doctors findings a final time before adding own my observations, then sign off on it before sending it over to our analytical department. All our volunteers’ identities are kept completely confidential. I’m one of only three people that knows who each individual is, so the three of us like to compare notes to make sure we haven’t missed anything. With Sono-d being in the media as much as it is, it’s even more important for people to stay anonymous, especially now that we’ve made interesting developments and even come across subjects who are resistant to Sono-d’s effects.
I turn back to the other half of the screen and see Rue standing naked in front of the mirror as she twists her hair up and clips it in place with a few flower pins. She pulls a couple oftendrils down to frame her face before nodding at her reflection, making her tits bounce. I swallow and look away before I hulk out, and my dick rips through my pants.
I fire off a couple of emails and read through a few others that have come in since I left the office, my eyes now and then flitting back to the camera as Rue gets dressed.
I stop what I’m doing and watch her. My reaction to the woman has always been the same. She stole my breath away the first time I laid eyes on her, and I haven’t been able to breathe when she isn’t around ever since.
She has no idea the depth of what I feel for her. If she did, she’d run for the hills. It goes so far beyond love. I’m not sure I even have a word for it. I know it’s not healthy. Books would label it toxic. In the movies, I’d be the villain. But how can I be the bad guy when I’d do anything for Rue? Hell, I’ve done things that would make grown men cower in fear. She’s worth it, though. That face, that body… She’s everything I dreamed of in a woman. She couldn’t be more perfect for me than if she’d stepped off the pages of one of the comic books I used to draw when I was younger.
At the knock on the door, I look at the screen and curse. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice that she was done. I shut everything down and make my way over to the door. I open it and freeze, taking her in. I scan my way up her bare legs to the dress that hits her mid-thigh. It’s short, but not too short, in a rich berry color that makes her eyes pop. The thin straps would take me a second to snap, and the deep V shows enough cleavage to make my dick throb, but not so much that I’ll have to murder passersby for looking.I hope.
“You take my breath away,” I say, looking into her eyes.
Her skin flushes pink as she dips her head, reminding me of the way she was in our early days. She was always so unsure ofherself, like she had no fucking idea how beautiful she was. Even now, I don’t think she sees it.
“Valen,” she whispers as I reach out and cup her cheek.
I tilt her head up so she looks at me. “I don’t say shit I don’t mean. You are everything, and I’m one lucky fucking bastard that you’re mine.”
She rolls her eyes at me, a grin playing on her lips. “Yes, because you’re not a catch at all, Mr. Billionaire with a movie star face and an eight-pack that looks like it’s been photoshopped.”
“So, you’re saying we’re both lucky fuckers.”
“Absolutely.”
I chuckle, skimming my nose against hers, before I press a kiss to her forehead. “Come on. The sooner I feed you, the sooner we can get home so I can eat you.”
