Her brows furrow as she studies me profusely. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know. Nod if you agree.”
I nod vehemently.
“You’ve been stalking me for a while now, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you give that fucker behind the shop a drug?”
I nod, trying not to let it affect me, but she’s squeezing my balls so damn hard.
“And now you captured Perry and tied him up in The Shack.”
“Because I wanted to help.”
She stares at me, all confused.
“I can help you.”
“No one can help me,” she growls. The knife pushes further into my skin, which cracks against the pressure, blood droplets rolling down my neck. “I don’tneedyour fucking help.”
Finally, she releases my balls and sits up straight, looking at me from above with those dark eyes while the knife is still firmly lodged against my neck. And my God … I would do anything she desired like this. All she has to do is ask.
“For your information, I don’t like my victims intoxicated, because they don’t scream nearly as loud when they are.” She slips the knife down toward my chest, popping the buttons of my shirt with ease. “And I don’t like it when I don’t get to terrorize the men I hunt.”
POP!
I swallow as she reaches my heart, slipping the blade into my skin with ease, and I inhale a sharp gasp as I bleed all over my shirt.
“Noted.”
Her eyes glimmer with defiance. “You seem to think I require your assistance when I’m perfectly capable of butchering my victims on my own.”
I fight through the pain. “You’re more than capable. You’re … incredible.”
She pauses to glance at me, and it’s like the air has been sucked right out of my lungs.
“You … you like to watch me kill?” she asks.
I nod.
She smiles, then laughs, and it’s so infectious I nearly join in.
“That’s cute. I like that.”
“What?” I mutter, confused, flattered, and embarrassed altogether in a mushy mess of feelings bundled up inside me.
She begins to gyrate on top of me.
Onmy fucking bulge.
And fuck me, I’m nearly bursting at the seams.
This has to be a dream. It can’t really be happening. She can’t truly be sitting on top of me, rolling those beautiful hips around on my hard-on.
It’s too good to be true.
“Please …”
