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“Amethyst is delicate,” I mutter. “It’s one thing to talk dirty with a Death Row prisoner with no visitation rights, but this proposition might be too real for her.”
“I’ll marry you,” she replies, her sweet voice a balm to the jagged edges of my soul. “And we’ll spend the last hours of your life together.”
be gentle,” I say, meaning every word. “Take things slow. It will be nothing like our phone sex. I know the difference between real life and dirty talk.”
don’t want to be treated like I’m fragile and need fixing. I want it rough.”
“You want me to strip you naked?”
“Eighteen inches long with a curved blade. With a handle long and thick enough to stick in your sweet pussy.”
“Dirty girl. Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
I’ll run the flat of the blade over those sweet tits. You won’t know if I’m watching your nipples harden or trying to slice them off.”
“Then I’ll twist them so hard, your knees would buckle.”
“Those tears would make me even harder. I’d keep pulling and twisting those nipples until you mess up your mascara. Then I’ll order you to show me your pussy.”
“Spank that pussy.”
“Open your legs,”
“You’re going to push that dildo in as far as it will go.”
“Squeeze those pussy muscles. You’re going to prepare to take this cock in real life. Would you like that?”
“Fuck yourself with the dildo,” I growl. “Put your phone on speaker, so I can hear.”
“Good girl,”
I limp back to the cell, I ask Jynxson to mail Mom’s locket, so she can wear it to our wedding. Even if our association only lasts three blissful hours, I can’t wait for the day she becomes mine.
“But can you take it like a good girl?”
“Eager little thing,” I say, my voice deepening. “You’re going to take Xero’s cock like it’s your last meal.”
“Focus on Xero’s cock,” I growl. “Open your dirty mouth and slide it to the back of your throat.”
“You can do better than that. Take it all. Take it down to the root.”
“You wanted my cock so badly that you stole its replica and turned one of your walls into a shrine,” I snarl. “Now, worship your god or face my wrath.”
“Watching my obsession,” I mutter. His brows pull together. “The president of your fan club?”
“Good girl. What else?”
“I explained everything before putting you to bed,”
“Did I give you a choice?”
“If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it the night I left Death Row,” he snarls, his voice so low that it penetrates the marrow of my bones. “I could have slithered out from under your bed and smothered you in your sleep. I could have strangled you with your sheets or stabbed your thick skull. I could have snapped your neck, slashed your jugular vein, or shot you in the stomach.”
“If I knew you’d be this infuriating, I wouldn’t have bothered replying to your letter,”
Her pretty features twist into an expression I can only describe as murderous, except she’s directing that anger toward me. The man who saved her virtue. The man who fucked her hard enough to chase away the ghosts of her past.
“Don’t apologize when you’re finally in the mood.” I turn her around to where the rapist lies on his side, finally stirring. “If he doesn’t tell you everything you need to know, kill him. Then I’ll cut him loose, and the next bastard in line will talk.”
“If you’re asking if I can maintain a hard-on while the camera rolls, that depends on who I have to fuck,”
“I figured anyone can snap a neck or stick someone with a knife. The hardest part is maintaining an erection, knowing you’re producing other men’s jerk-off material.”
of royalties for each video. You supply the girls. I perform in a mask. My only role is to slash and fuck.”
After witnessing how he tortured those men, my fear of him grew but so did this sick desire. I want to believe in the man I fell for, but he’s more complex than I expected.
That hauntingly beautiful face of the man they called the Angel of Death.
Xero Greaves filled a void in my life, and my obsession with him might cost me everything. The worst part of this is that if given another chance, I might do it all over again. He’s frightening enough to make my hair stand on end, yet my nerves tingle and the pulse between my legs throb.
His voice is so achingly beloved that I’d recognize it in my dreams.
He leans against the doorframe, accentuating the lines of his incredible physique. Tall and muscular, with bulges in all the right places. It’s enough to make a woman groan.
“Like the disguise?” he asks. I shift uncomfortably on the mattress. Seeing him like this is unsettling. It’s a harsh reminder of how much he’s changed from the man who haunts my dreams. Shaking my head, I say, “No. Take it off.” His gaze softens, and his lips curve with a smile. “How far do you want me to go?”
My breath shallows, and the muscles of my pussy spasms. The danger he exudes is intoxicating. I’m drawn to it, even though my common sense screams red alert. My instincts want me to run, but I’m addicted to the thrill. “All of it,” I say, my voice breathy. “Better still, untie these ropes.” “You’re quite demanding for someone in your position,” he says, ...
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His brows rise. “Do I need to trigger your fight-or-flight to get you motivated? Say the word. I’m more than willing to oblige.”
Xero is aroused by my terror, but only if he’s the one making me scared. He’s like an emotional vampire that feeds off my panic. The worst part is that our early morning conversations have trained my body to get excited by danger. I got off on the thought of a caged beast who craved my degradation. But I was safe in this bedroom, listening to his dirty and depraved words while fucking myself with his dildo.
The bastard rocks forward, his thick erection pressing into the fabric of his pants. For a moment, I’m mesmerized by the outline of his Jacob’s Ladder piercings until I realize they’re just a distraction.
“No buts, little ghost. You failed to run in the face of a threat, which only makes me conclude that you want to take my gun like a good girl.”
“If you want my cock instead, you only need to ask,” he says with what he thinks is a kind smile. “It’s all yours.”
“Do you want it?” he asks, his voice lowering several octaves.
He knows I want it.
His gaze drops to my lips. “My methods are brutal to reflect the severity of the threat. While I’m figuring out that firm’s weaknesses and how to take down that leader, I also need to use any method necessary to prepare you for what’s coming.”
“You’re safe here at 13 Parisii Drive. I have people stationed by all entrances. All you have to do is follow my lead.”
I tilt my head, wondering if she understands the importance of this training. I could show her the stalker’s letters and pictures, but her mind is unpredictable. If I allow her to fall back into delusions, she’ll become unreachable.
