“That wasn’t nearly enough. I want more.”
Her hand slowly dips down my body again, slipping past all the ridges of my abs before gripping my package tightly, and I suck in a hampered breath.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you …” she muses.
What the fuck? This woman is crazy.
“Get your hands off me,” I growl.
She releases my dick only to pull out a knife instead, and she aims it right underneath my chin. “Don’t upset me, Atreus. I thought we were finally getting acquainted.”
She lowers the knife, traipsing it down my chest like a goddamn fingertip, and I shudder in place as the pressure increases.
“Do you want your updates about your killer or not?”
My nostrils flare. “How do I know I can trust your information?”
She pauses as if she’s thinking for a second. “I can provide photos if you’d like.”
“You stalk the killer too?”
She shrugs. “I don’t care who I have to stalk to get what I want.”
I tilt my head. “Or is it all smoke and mirrors, and are you the killer I’m looking for?”
Her eyes glimmer with interest. “I like how you think.”
“You didn’t answer my question.
“I don’t have to.” The knife travels down my shirt, popping all the buttons as she moves lower. “I can do whatever I want.”
“You’re going to jail for this.”
She bites her lip, then straddles me, perching her feet beside mine while she wraps her arms around my neck as if she’s in charge. “How are you going to arrest me? I’m not the one all tied up … left to my mercy.”
She rips open my shirt and gloats at my tatted chest, eyes gorging on my abs and ample muscles, and she presses her fingers down onto my chest like she’s feeling me up.
“Nice … sturdy. You exercise a lot, don’t you?”
“It’s none of your business,” I retort.
“I make it my business to get to know my boy toys,” she muses.
“Boy toy?” I frown. “I’m not your—”
She grabs my hair, forcing my head back, as her lips smash onto mine, and I completely forget what I was saying. Her lips roam mine furiously, claiming every inch of my resolve as she nearly sucks the soul out of my body before finally releasing me from her magnetic grip.
My dick twitches in my pants. An unwelcome reminder of how well she manipulated her way into my mind. Fuck.
“Aw … are you getting excited already?” she muses, rolling her hips around right on top of my package.
I groan with frustration, jerking at my bound wrists again.
“Ah, ah, you’re not allowed to touch me just yet,” she says. “Don’t want you to get spoiled.”
“Release me,” I growl.
“Oh, you’ll definitely find a release all right,” she replies, but I get the feeling it has nothing to do with my hands and everything to do with my tented pants.
