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but something about Agent Park demands I give him all of me. Maybe that’s what makes him such a good hunter.
I may not be an expert, but I’ve done my fair share of research into serial killers. A partnership like the one I suggested could never last so long. Not unless the protégé was a child.
The idea of having someone to lean on, someone always in my corner, someone to look after me, seems so perfect it’s unreachable. It’s a fairy tale so far away from anything I’ve ever had in life, and I can’t see it happening anytime soon. Relationships are built on honesty. How can I fall in love with someone when I can’t even tell them my real name?
I always play by the book. A therapist would probably tell me I’m overcompensating for the things I’ve done, the things my father made me do. The therapist would probably be right. But is it really much of a surprise that the daughter of a serial killer would spend her whole life trying to be good?
He’s a beauty, a Harley Davidson Sportster and yes, he’s a he because personally, I like riding men.
Who the hell put an aphrodisiac in the air tonight? Apparently, FBI profiler is my type.
“Never touch me again,” she says. I curl my lips in disgust. “Don’t worry Kitten, I’d rather stick my dick in a beehive than fuck a murderer like you.”
“Undo the cuffs,” she pants. I run my hands back up her legs, sweeping my thumbs out teasingly close to where her thighs meet her core. She shudders. “Jude, please.” “I don’t know, Angel. Normally, the cuffs are more River’s thing but there’s something about seeing you this way, spread out before me like a feast.”
If thinking about Jude is complicated, thinking about Eli might just break me. I hate that he called me a murderer. I hate that part of me thinks he’s right. I hate that I have never been more turned on than I was with his hand around my neck.
Whenever I’m around Freya I’m filled with that nagging urge to care. To protect her. I can’t do that though, not for her, and especially not at a crime scene. Freya’s wellbeing is not my responsibility. Eli’s, on the other hand, is.
Love isn’t on the cards for me, no matter how much I may want it. There are times I’ve been tempted to try but I could never bring myself to start a relationship when I was hiding so much. A little voice in my head whispers that that isn’t the case anymore. There are people who know who I really am now. Four of them. Four unfairly attractive FBI agents.
“One girl for all of us, that’s what we decided,” he says. “We knew coming into this job that any serious relationship would be hard. Everyone ends up getting divorced or leaving their partners as fucking widows. Freya is ours. We share her. That way she never gets left alone.”
“Oh, I’m not opposed to sharing,” he says, “so long as I’m the one in charge.” I go still. I was not expecting him to play along. Now I have images of all four of them with their hands on me. My body tied up on the bed. River ordering Jude to fuck me harder.
I don’t care that it’s fast. I don’t care that she lied. I don’t care about River’s rules. Freya is mine. And I will never let anyone hurt her ever again.
“If you don’t stop wriggling you’ll hurt your wounds and I’ll have to get Oz to restrain you,” he warns. I gasp as a rush of wetness floods from my core. Jude’s fingers still. “Well, well, well.” “What is it?” Oz asks. Jude’s smile is nothing short of devious. “I think our girl likes the idea of being restrained.” Oz hums. “River will be pleased.”
We have an agreement though. We all have to be on board when it comes to choosing a woman and I will never choose Freya.
My mind runs away from me, imagining her spread out on my bed, tied to the headboard, and screaming bloody murder at me because I won’t let her come. I could edge her all night and it still wouldn’t be punishment enough. Not that she knows what she’s done.
“What are you talking about?” she asks. “You’ve got Jude,” I say, slowing my pace and curling my fingers back and forth. “He gives you softness, protection.” I move my hand to her neck and collar her, squeezing just enough so she can feel the pressure. “River needs control. He’ll set the rules.” I drop my eyes and watch as I pull my fingers out. They’re coated in her juices. I lift them to her lips. “Oz likes to watch, choreograph, but he’s gentle too.” I slide my fingers inside her mouth, staring at her till she swirls her tongue around them, licking them clean. My cock is rock hard, pulsing
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Pleaseeeeeee eli baby
It’s like my body got tempted by the devil himself and now it’s demanding nothing less.
