No,I’ma serial killer, and she has no idea she’s trapped in here with me. The irony of this situation almost has a laugh slipping from me.
“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” I gaze at her, momentarily struck by how enchanting her eyes are. They’re more green than brown, but when they catch the light just right, they seem to lighten until the brown specks in them turn a shade of gold that captivates anyone paying close enough attention to the detail.
Her lips tug up, a slow appreciative smile gracing her face that makes my heartpound. How many nights have I dreamed of this? Her smile, all for me. “I guess we will.”
I find myself smiling along with her, infected by the small camaraderie we’ve established. “If you plan to kill me, how are you going to do it?”
Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't lose her smirk. “Now, Rowan Kingsley, what kind of serial killer would I be if I told my next victim how I was plotting to kill them?”
My full government name. This is serious.
“Areyou plotting how to kill me?” I ask.
She hums. “Maybe. Especially if you won't tell me what’s going on.”
There it is.
I don't expect her to let this go. I know I wouldn't. “By tonight, you’ll know. I promise.”
She makes a small, frustrated sound that's far too cute to be threatening. “Why can't you just tell me? Come on, Row Row.” She leans across the console, resting an elbow on it as she places her chin in her hand. She’s the closest she’s been to me since I held her in my arms, and my body notices right away. Asif awoken by her nearness, my dick stiffens, and I subtly shift to get comfortable.
“That nickname isn't doing you any favors.” I deadpan.
She reaches out, her fingers fluttering over my bicep before she rubs a hand over my arm. I notice the gentle squeeze of her digits over my muscle, and I close my eyes, tortured by her.
She’s touching me with soft caresses that shoot straight to my cock. Her nails, a light pink shade and perfectly shaped, cut across my skin, and I imagine that hand wrapped around my length, squeezing as she works me to completion.
“Pretty please,” she begs, batting her lashes. “I won’t tell anyone. I won't even tell Loxley that you told me.”
My fucking restraint iswaning. All I can think of is her on her knees for me, those wide eyes gazing up as I stuff her pretty mouth full until tears track down her cheeks.
“Please,” she pleads softly, shaking my arm. “What do I have to do to get you to tell me the tiniest bit of information? I’ll doanything.”
Fuck me.
Her request makes that dark part of me rear its ugly head. My next words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Anything?”
Her smile fades a little, and her look reminds me of trapped prey. She didn't think of the implication of her words until just now, and I’m not letting her back down so easily. I flick on the blinker, pulling off on the shoulder as I shift into park.
“Rowan—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“You said anything, Sunshine.” My tone is slightly taunting as I tilt my head. “I’m taking you up on your offer. One favor for information.”
I revel in the hesitancy that passes behind her eyes. I could ask for anything, and she knows that. But I know her far better than she thinks. Addison won’t back down from anything.
“Okay. One favor for information.” She agrees, her voice sounding small in the space between us. “What do you want?”
What am I doing?
I shouldn't be scaring her like this…
“I want athank youfor saving you,” the words are coarse and rough coming from me. My cock stirs, straining against my leg at the image I've conjured in my head.
Her lips part as she attempts to sit back in her seat, but my hand shoots out, gathering her hair at the nape of her neck as I pull her back across the console.
“What are you doing?!” Her hands claw at my wrist, but I’m holding her so tightly she can't break free.
I get even with her, our eyes level. “You can either choke on my cock, or I’ll let you go, and we can forget you don't know how to stop running that fucking mouth. The choice is yours, Sunshine.”
