Somehow, waking up with him moments away from slitting my throat had increased his appeal tenfold. He’d gone from hot hacker who I had a fuzzy crush on to scorching hot executioner with psychopathic tendencies. The fact that he also had a pierced dick and seemed to get off on me getting off? Like a wet dream come to life. Add to that the uncertainty that he might change his mind and kill me at any moment? Yeah, whatever, I had damage.
