Staring into those incredible blue eyes, I find myself hoping he does more, that he proves his dominance over me by taking me. He can keep his hand round my throat, hell, it’ll make me come faster, I’m sure.
Damn, I never even knew this was a thing that would work for me. I guess this is one hell of a way to learn about a fetish.
“We must have a conversation,” he says in a rich, deep tone that rolls over me like warm water. As it passes over me, I feel my muscles turn to jello and I just can’t hold myself up. It’s like he’s speaking an order that my body can’t deny. The jump in my pulse leaves me lightheaded and I can’t see as a haze of excitement rolls in like thick fog.
As if to keep me on my feet, Connor leans into me, his weight crushing me into the wall. It's not painful or even unpleasant. It’s kind of sweet, the thought of him holding onto me so I don’t fall at his feet.
There’s a little growl from him as he adjusts against me and I realize the hard thing pressing into my stomach is his cock. He’s got a massive boner and he’s pressing it against me, and I can’t even…
I need this. I need it now. I want him to fuck me, no I need for him to fuck me.
Maybe if I go home with him, he’ll…
My head nods before I can even consider how stupid I’m being. Yes, please, possible serial killer, or worse – shudder – method actor, take me back to your room and dissect me. No one knows I’m here. Even my dad won’t come look for me for a week. He's like a fucking bloodhound.
What can I say? I’m clearly an idiot.
As if he’s pushing to make sure I agree, he asks again, in a slightly different way. “I’d like you to come back with me,” he says, and my knees buckle. With his weight holding me in place, it’s hardly a noticeable thing.
I nod, wanting him to know I agree. That I’m consenting. With whatever he’d like to do to me. Except murder. I’m not consenting to that.
This time, it sounds less like a question and more like an order. “You’ll come next door with me?” He asks, his blue eyes slashing back and forth between mine like he’s trying to read my mind.
I nod once more.
And it clicks. He’s making sure that I agree. He’s trying to make me feel like it’s my idea, that I had many chances to say no. That way, if I get upset later, I won’t have a leg to stand on. I agreed. On three separate occasions.
God, I want to tell him that I want this, that I’ll follow him like a lost puppy right now; if only to try and figure out why my body is acting like this around him.
He backs off. For the first time since he came in my room, I feel like I can take a deep breath. But it doesn’t help anything. As he takes my hand, looking at me like a lover he’s desperate to run away with, I feel mesmerized as I follow him.
Connor stops to close the door to my room before leading me to his room next door. My heart is pounding in my ears and I wonder if I’m really going to faint. I’ve never fainted before, so it’s yet another new experience this sexy brute could introduce me to.
In his room, there’s a single chair in the middle of the room with a broken back. I gulp, wondering how it came to be broken. Maybe it was broken when he came in the room. Surely he didn’t bust up that treated wood chair, designed to be sturdy.
Right?
I expect him to put me on the chair, but instead he leads me into the kitchen. When he turns to face me, I feel my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth. What is he going to do to me in here? Why is his room nicer than mine?
Somebody in the booking department definitely shafted me.
Connor reaches down and grabs my hips. With an easy motion, he lifts me and plops me on the counter.
He places his hands on either side of my knees at the edge of the counter and leans in. His face is inches from mine and I love it. “So what’s your name?” he asks, his tone decidedly lighter. The smooth sound of it sends a shiver down my spine and I know my nipples have got to be rock hard based on the sensation flowing through them and jolting pleasure right to my core.
“Jane.” My throat is so dry the word is a rasping shadow of sound.
His electric blue eyes lock on mine and I stare him down.
Next door, someone begins banging on the door and my heart sinks. No way he’s here.
“Jane?” The guy shouts and I squeeze my eyes closed. My boyfriend. He figured it out. But how? I was so careful! I covered my tracks!
“Open the door!”
That’s Zac alright. And he sounds pissed.
Chapter 10
Connor
When I stand her before the kitchen counter, I see the surprise in her lovely hazel eyes. Something in me wants to keep her guessing. The sparkle in her eyes that screams of danger and flame stirs something in me I can’t quantify or justify.
Through great self-control, I grab her hips and lift her onto the counter. When her bottom hits the cool surface she inhales a breath that’s all shock and pleasure. I see the spasm of her pupils and revel in her delight.
Gripping the edge of the counter in a concentrated effort to keep my hands to myself, I lean in toward her. Time to get down to business.
“So what’s your name?” I ask, needing to know who she is. I want to put a name to the images I have of her in my mind.
She shivers and I see her nipples harden under her shirt. Her eyes narrow a tiny bit in pleasure and she studies me as if she’s thinking about what she’d like me to do to her.
“Jane.” The word sticks in her throat and I feel my cock pulse at the sound of it. Her voice is incredible, so soft and delicate, slightly raspy and beautiful.
I study her face, loving the curve of her cheeks to her chin, the gentle flair of her jaw line, how the escaped tendrils of her hair are framing her face and neck. She’s all contrasts, pale skin, dark hair, startling green and honey brown eyes.
There’s a loud knock at her door next door and her whole body jerks taut in unmistakable terror. I see the flash of panic in her eyes and wonder what’s happening. What is developing? Was she not here alone? The room had had one person’s things. When I’d scanned the room I’d noticed one toothbrush, women’s clothes, and girl’s shoes.
Though, I guess that’s not actually a way to tell anymore with men wearing women’s pants as a fashion choice. I’ll never understand it, but it’s none of my business.
“Jane?” The guy shouts, and her eyes close tightly as if she can wish him away.
“Open the door!” The guy shouts, his voice furious.
I watch her, wondering what this new development means. She opens her eyes and leans closer to me, whether or not she means to I don’t know, but she seems to be leaning on me for comfort.
It bothers me that she’s less scared of me than she is of this new guy. Why? What does he do to her that would make her afraid of him?
Why do I suddenly feel so protective of this girl I’ve had less than kind intentions toward? I’d resigned myself to hurting her should I need to, but the thought of someone else hurting her infuriates me to the point it’s hard to see straight.
I don’t know what this asshole did to make her cower like this, but I’d like to choke him. And not the same way I was threatening to choke her back at her place. Fuck if that didn’t make her hot. And not just her, I’m still suffering a nearly painful erection.
All of that aside, the last thing I need is more attention on this train wreck of a situation. If this guy makes a stink, that might bring cops. Cops bring a whole host of questions and boys in blue that I don’t want to have to answer to. About anything.
As it is, I still have no idea what Jane here knows about Cami. Does she know I coerced her into coming home with me? That I didn’t give her a choice but to come talk to me? That I was intimidating her, threatening her, holding her hostage until she gave me the information I needed?
No, I can’t risk Jane talking to the police.
Who knows what she might tell them, what dirt she might have gathered with her ear to the wa
ll in the room next door.
As the guy pounds on the door again, I feel fury surging through my veins.
“Who is he?” I ask, my voice tight with anger. She looks up at me, shock in her eyes as her full lips open a tiny bit.
“Um, well,” she whispers as the guy continues banging on the door and shouting next door, “He’s my boyfriend.”
I back off and lean against the opposite counter while crossing my arms. She stammers at me. “I mean, ex-boyfriend. Well, I didn’t actually break up with him. I just, uh… ditched him.” She’s looking at me like I’ve got to hate her and think she’s a piece of shit.
But I don’t give a fuck. I know guys who don’t take no for an answer. I think she should own up, put on her big girl panties and tell him it’s over rather than try to get around it. Not talking to him might make him eventually get the hint, but it’s a shitty way to do things.
Not that I have any place judging anyone’s way of living their life. It’s not like I’m some shining fucking example of an incredible, upstanding citizen. But still, something in the way she closes up like a flower at the end of the night leaves me certain there’s more to this situation.
There’s always more to the story. Everyone has their reasons for the things they do. What hers are, I can only imagine, but I have to accept they’re valid in her mind. Even if I don’t agree with them exactly.
“I need him gone,” I tell her. Her eyes widen, but she’s not reading the total wrong idea in my words. To make sure she knows what I mean, I follow it up with, “How do I get rid of him?” What better way to really find out how she feels about this guy than to offer to kill him?
Chapter 11
Jane
“Um, well… He’s my boyfriend,” I say.
Instantly Connor backs off and crosses his arms like he’s trying to close me out of every bit of his life. I need him to know I’m not that girl. I’m not just some chick ready to cheat on my boyfriend, that there are reasons. Maybe not good enough reasons, but reasons all the same.
My voice breaks as I try to explain my position. But the words sound so weak. “I mean, ex-boyfriend. Well, I didn’t actually break up with him. I just, uh… ditched him.” Oh, my god. He’s got to think I’m some kind of stupid whore.
I look into his eyes a moment, but can’t read his expression. I lower my head and stare at my legs, wishing I could disappear. Here I am in my short shorts, my tank top without a bra, my slutty attire. I must look like a total winner to this guy. I mean, he doesn’t know that I’m dressed like this to beat the heat, or that I had no plans of someone barging in my room on me.
He's probably thinking about how hard I was coming onto him. Because I know I was. This sexy man is way more man than I’ve ever known, and he’s so damn sexy I can’t think straight. But he’s not in my head. He’s out there. Out where my thoughts mean nothing and words are as empty as most people’s heads.
Well, at least I got some hot kisses. Not a total disaster, right?
“I need him gone,” he says, and I stare him dead in the eyes, trying to figure out what he’s saying. Is he offering to kill my boyfriend? That’s a hell of a lot easier than breaking up with him…
…if I was a total psycho.
Which I’m not.
“How do I get rid of him?” he asks, the tone making the threat much more clear this time.
Yep, my man meat dream guy is offering to kill my boyfriend. How sweet.
It’s funny how everything seems to be coming full circle like this. I mean, I ditched everyone and faked a whole lot of stuff to even get some time alone. I figured dad would notice something was wrong first, not my idiot boyfriend. He must be super pissed.
But as I study Connor, I realize that I’ve had a better time these last few hours than I have in the last twenty two years. It’s a bit sad, actually. Sure, he might just be waiting to kill me or whatever, but I’ve never felt so alive. I’ve never been in so much danger. I’ve never met anyone like him. And it’s terrifying and awesome all at once, to know he’s a man willing to take care of anything, his way, without worries.
I shake my head, wanting to convey that I don’t want him to kill my boyfriend. I just want him gone. Not dead gone, just turn around walk away gone.
Besides, I don’t want Zac to cause problems with Connor. If he draws too much attention to this, who knows what will happen? If the cops come, there will be plenty of uncomfortable moments. Dad will find out where I am. Then I’ll be in for an assload of new issues.
Fuck. I don’t want that to happen.
We’ve got to get rid of Zac. But how?
I listen and realize he’s gone quiet, as if he’s finally given up. Or like he’s assuming I’m out and that he can wait for me to get back and harass me. Why is he here?
I’m going to have to break up with him. There’s no way around it.
Connor moves back toward me, his face inches form my ear as he leans in. I smell his cologne; thick, spicy, all male like wet metal after a hot rain. It’s sexy as hell and I can’t hear over the thud of my heart.
Until he whispers, then every bit of my body feels like it’s humming and every sense is dedicated to him. “You’re going to stay right here.” His breath tickles my ear and I shiver, unable to stop the flood of sensations coursing through me.
God, I’ll do whatever he wants. Anything.
He pulls back and I see him hesitate. I can’t help myself. I throw my arms around his shoulders and cling to him. I’ve never had someone willing to step up to bat for me like this. Even dad would throw money at problems. But risk himself? Hell, risk losing face? Not a fucking chance.
But this guy, this stranger is willing to help me take care of a problem I’ve been struggling with. It’s insane. And awesome. And he’s still terrifying. I can feel his muscles rippling as he flexes and relaxes, as if worried I’m about to plunge a knife into his back.
I back off and press my forehead to his. He’s tightly controlled, I can see his jaw is tense like he’s clenching it. I want to tell him I’m sorry for kissing him when I have a boyfriend. It’s not so cut and dry as I’m a cheater, though.
The knocking starts again and I jolt, terror flowing through me. He never left, did he? Was he just sitting out there, waiting for me to open the door so he could corner me?
I see Connor’s eyes harden, a dark light shining from them and I realize I’m afraid of the wrong person. Zac isn’t the one I should be terrified of. I know what he’ll do, what he’s capable of.
This man is still a stranger. I don’t know what he’s like at his worst. I bet that this, right now, this tightly controlled, though clearly on edge man is him at his best. That thought is just frightening as fuck. What happens when that fragile thread of control snaps?
His eyes lock on me and I see he’s reading my thoughts in my expression. And he seems to agree. He’s the one I should be afraid of.
He’s the monster.
Chapter 12
Connor
I lean in to whisper in her ear, wanting to be very sure she’s paying attention to me. “You’re going to stay right here.” A stray lock of hair moves with my breath and I see it brush her neck slightly.
She shivers and I know she heard me, that she knows I’m serious, that she will do as I tell her.
Excellent. That will come in handy later.
I pull back, ready to look her in the eyes to make sure I’m right about her mindset. I need to know she won’t slip out that door before I have a chance to find out what she knows.
Suddenly, she’s hugging me. She’s holding onto me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her head above water.
Everything in me locks up. Everything I am wants to push her down, to fuck her right here on this kitchen counter with her ex-boyfriend banging on the next door. Because fuck him. He’s an idiot for ever letting her slip through his fingers.
She pulls back and rests her forehead against mine. I sense she wants to kiss me, but I c
an see the guilt of cheating eating away at her even if she’s not admitting it. And I can see her apology, too. I sense there’s still more to the whole situation, though I don’t know what it is.
Which makes me more edgy.
I don’t like walking into the unknown. What if this guy is ex-military? What if he’s some badass biker son of a bitch who’s going to knife me if he finds out I’m with his woman?
She flinches as the knocking starts up again. There’s very real fear in her eyes and I want to kill the guy who put that fear there. I don’t care what he did, or how he scared her, I want to kill him.
When I pull back, she’s looking me in the eyes. Her gaze dances back and forth between mine, a light of realization glowing and flaring like a camera flash in slow motion.
I know that look. It’s dawning on her that she doesn’t know a damn thing about me. And the precious little she might know is likely more terrifying than whatever she’s currently running from. I’m more terrifying than her man. More terrifying than her worst enemy. More terrifying than her scariest demon.
And she’s looking at me as if she finally sees me for what I am; a monster.
Good.
With more than a splash of bitterness in my soul, I head toward the front door. When I look back, her head is lowered again, her pretty hair spilling into her lap as she takes on such a defeated posture I almost feel bad for her.
Poor girl clearly can’t get a break.
Her taste in men is desperately flawed.
I leave the room and close the door quietly behind me. No need to startle her. I turn to face Jane’s door. Maybe I can reason with the guy. Get him to walk away. That would be easier than rearranging his face for him.
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