Vicious (Pleasure & Prey, #3)

by A.J. Merlin

“No, I can’t,” he says, just so simply. “I’ll never leave you alone, Quinn. And I’ll never let you go. And not because you were the girl who wanted to murder everyone who did her wrong. Do you remember the dreams you used to have?”

“You’re such a heavy sleeper,” he goads, and he can’t help the dark amusement on his features now. “I thought for sure I’d wake you up. I thought for sure you knew. But you never did. Even though I carried you out of your house and put you in the back seat. You never woke up. Not once.” “You kidnapped me?” I repeat, trying to remember any of what he’d said. “You kidnapped me?” “Yeah, Quinn.” He doesn’t even try to deny it. “And it was so fucking easy. I knew you’d sleep better in my bed, and I was mostly right. It wasn’t until the storm that you started having nightmares.” As I try to collect my thoughts, he buries his face in my neck. “And you look so fucking cute when you’re asleep.” “You kidnapped me.” I’m still stuck on that fact, though instead of increasing, the fear in my chest is ebbing away. “Did you drug me?” “I didn’t need to,” he replies with a soft laugh. “Isn’t that fucked up? I didn’t even need to drug you.”

“Putting all of my cum back where it belongs. I’ve worked too hard for it to go to waste so soon. And do you know how hot you are right now? You can’t see yourself, but I’ll paint a picture for you. Trembling and fucking ruined in my bed, with my cum leaking out of your cunt. Next time, I’m going to fill up both your holes and I really will keep a toy in you until I’m ready to play again. I want to see you begging and needy, so full you can’t walk straight. I want to see you too afraid to get out of bed because you know my cum will trickle down your thighs.”

“Why’s that, my darling girl?” he murmurs, trapping me against the SUV, his body a line of solid warmth as his arms bracket me in. “Because you’re afraid?” I shake my head. “Then tell me what’s going on.” “I’m terrified,” I admit, finally dragging my hands away from my mouth. “I’m so, so fucking terrified. Scared is such an understatement.” “Of killing someone.” “No.” I take a breath and press my head back against the car. “Because of how much I fucking enjoyed it.”