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After rushing through a quick shower, I riffle around my underwear drawers, pulling out a skimpy black lace lingerie set. It’s not as incredible as the set Alex bought for me, but it’s definitely a close second.
Fully aware of the clock ticking, I get dressed and lock up my apartment, making sure my living room window is open.
As I walk back into my room, I can’t resist stepping into a pair of black heels, knowing just how much he likes it.
I can’t help but wonder if this is how we move forward. Last night at High Voltage Ink, it became startlingly clear to us both that we didn’t know how this relationship was supposed to work, but maybe we have a fighting chance after all. For some reason unknown to me, I make him better, and the proof is right there in the way he was able to walk away from that guy and his girlfriend, and as for me, he’s opened my eyes to a world I never knew I needed, and I can’t possibly imagine going back now.
Alex Reid might be an unhinged serial killer with stalker tendencies, but he’smyunhinged serial killer. And for some reason, we just work.
With a wicked grin playing on my lips and my heart thundering wildly in my chest, I turn out the light and lay down on top of my blanket, making sure he gets the best possible view as he walks through the door.
Then barely even thirty seconds later, I feel a feather-soft touch dragging from my ankle up to my knees before that deep, sexy tone rumbles through my room. “I hope you’re ready to play, my sweet Kyah,” he says before his hand slips higher up my thigh and between my legs to cup my pussy. I whimper, grinding against his hand, already soaking wet. “Now get on your knees and show me that pretty cunt.”
EPILOGUE
KYAH
TWO YEARS LATER
Lockingupthemaindoor of High Voltage Ink, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I’ve just sat with Big Jim for the last hour talking about how he would like to take me on as a partner, and after a few years, once I’m confident in running the business, he’ll be taking the leap and retiring, leaving the shop to me.
I’ve always hoped this would come. I’ve worked my ass off for it, but I had no expectations. If it wasn’t meant to be, I would have eventually left High Voltage Ink to start a business of my own, but this has always been my home, and I can’t imagine having to start somewhere new.
After double-checking the door is locked properly, I make my way down the street. It was a late one tonight. I didn’t finish with my last client until after ten, and when Big Jim asked to talk, I think we both assumed it would be fifteen minutes max. But then we started talking shit and had a drink to celebrate, then when I glanced up and saw it was already after eleven, we both gaped at the clock, completely dumbfounded by how fast time had flown.
Naturally, Big Jim had offered me a lift home, but after the three shots of whiskey he took, I had no choice but to steal his keys and send him home in an Uber.
As I make my way home, I pull out my phone and send off a text to Alex. I’m so damn excited about becoming business partners with Big Jim, I can’t wait to share the news.
Kyah - You up? I have big news.
My gaze remains locked on the phone, but after passing two blocks, I realize he must have already crashed. But it’s fine, I’m more than happy to break into his apartment and wake him up, just like he’s so skilled at doing himself. Assuming he’s even in his apartment. He rarely uses his place anymore.
These past two years with him have been incredible, and while there has been the odd occasion where I haven’t quite managed to keep him from ending someone’s life, he’s definitely made huge improvements. And instead of murdering someone, he does everything in his power to channel that need into me.
The first six months were a huge learning curve, having to work through all the kinks and quirks of a new relationship while also coming to terms with the fact that I was dating a serial killer. I wouldn’t have it any other way though. He drives me certifiably insane, but it’s been the best ride of my life.
The moments we’ve shared together and the moments we’ve loved have made my little life here in Brooklyn so unbelievably worth it. And as I’ve gotten to know him on a deeper level, I’ve realized that I could never let him go.
Alexander Reid is the other half of my dark and depraved soul.
Nearly at the door of my apartment complex, I shove my phone back into my bag and step up into the small alcove before raising my hand to the keypad. As I enter the code for the building, a large figure steps in behind me, casting me in shadows.
My heart starts to race, and before I can even get my elbow back to wind the bastard, a large hand clamps down over my mouth. I try to scream, but the sound is muffled around his palm. I’m dragged backward, his other arm locked around my waist as I claw at his skin, digging deep, bloody grooves from my nails.
Fear blasts through my chest, only getting worse when he pulls me around the corner of the apartment complex and down the side alley, away from any prying eyes. But in the dead of night, there isn’t a single person out here to save me.
I bite down on his hand, instantly tasting blood in my mouth, and he quickly adjusts his hold, shoving me up against the brick wall of the building. “Fuck, Mace,” Alex grunts, my face squished against the brick as his big body presses in behind me, keeping me pinned. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
I shove my elbow back into his stomach, landing the perfect hit. “Try me, asshole.”
He growls in my ear, and the deepest thrill shoots through me. We’ve role-played all kinds of messed-up scenes, but it’s never been quite like this before. I fucking love it.
Alex grabs my waist, spinning me around, and as he grips both my wrists in one hand, holding them above my head, I feel something sharp biting into my neck. I suck in a gasp, realizing he has a blade at my throat. My eyes go wide, and I focus all of my attention on him. He knows cutting me is a hard limit, one I won’t negotiate, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play with knives.
A wide grin stretches across my face, and for just a moment, he breaks, leaning into me and pressing the sweetest kiss to my lips. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs. “How was work?”
“So good,” I tell him.
