Wes is still looming over me, peering down through his mask like I’m shit on his shoes. “But I’m not like you. I don’t go around killing people. You got lucky there.” When he steps back, my gaze lands on the bulge in his pants. My mouth goes dry. Oh my god. Choking me and nearly making me black out made him hard. Hurting me turns him on. I never thought Wes Novak had it in him to be sadistic. To get off on inflicting pain. Eliciting fear. He leaves me with one final promise. “By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to wish I’d killed you.”
