13. LYRA #2
Okay, I know I clearly failed to kill him before, but the night is still young.
There’s more than enough time to finish this bastard.
“I saw you,” I insist. “Today. Around the corner from Black Velvet. Right after you messaged me about leaving your ass on read, which you deserved, by the way. You got out of your stupid sexy car, and I thought you were stalking me, and so I figured, I’d stalk you back. ”
His brow arches just a fraction as his hands slightly twitch. “Oh, you did, did you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And then what?”
I pause, my gaze narrowing on him. “You’re careful, but not careful enough.”
His gaze narrows right back. “Is that so?”
I nod, my palms starting to sweat.
“Savage,” Hunter prompts. “What did you see?”
I swallow hard, and he lets out a sigh. “If you don’t start talking, I’m gonna put your ass in the trunk of my Challenger and help people look for you.”
Holy shit. This guy really is a psychopath.
A lump grows in my throat, and it suddenly becomes much harder to speak. “I watched you waltz into that building like you had every right to be there, and then shoot some guy straight through the eyes.”
He just watches me a moment before that stupid smirk returns. “Wow. And you still let me fuck you? Shit, Savage. You’ve got it bad. You really are a wild one, aren’t you?”
My jaw drops. What the actual fuck?
“I . . . I saw you, Hunter,” I sputter. He truly isn’t grasping the concept. “You killed a man in his doorway and then took off as though you’d done it a million times before.”
I start pacing the living room again.
Hunter scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. A million is a little overkill. Hundreds, sure.”
I gape at the bound man. “Hundreds? You’ve killed hundreds of men?”
“Men and women,” he clarifies.
“What the . . . What is wrong with you? You can’t just go around killing people.”
He grins, his eyes sparkling with silent laughter. “When someone is willing to pay the right price, then I assure you, Lyra, I certainly can.”
“I . . . I don’t even know what to say to you,” I sputter, tossing my hands around and remembering too late that there’s a kitchen knife still grasped in my palm, almost costing me an ear. “So, you just . . . kill people for fun?”
His only response is a careless shrug, and all I can do is stare, completely dumbfounded, frantically trying to wrap my head around this. He’s a killer. A cold-blooded killer, and he does it for fun.
What the actual fuck have I gotten myself into?
“So, ahh . . . At what point are you going to let me go?”
“Let you go?” I scoff. “Are you insane? You just admitted to being a relentless murderer. Why the hell would I let you go? You’re probably already planning the best way to kill me in my sleep.”
He smirks. “Is anybody going to pay me to do it?”
“What? No!”
“Then I guess I won’t be killing you in your sleep.”
“You’re . . . you’re not?”
“I’m not getting out of bed for anything less than a million dollars.”
My jaw drops. “A million dollars?”
“Hey, taking a life ain’t cheap. If you’re willing to pay the price, then I’m willing to take the risk. But these skills don’t just come along every day. You’ve got to lean into what you’re good at. Like how you run your bar.”
“You did not just compare Black Velvet to being a hitman.”
He shrugs again, and I let out a breath, slowly wrapping my head around it all. “So, it’s not a pleasure thing? You’re not getting off on it, right? It’s purely about the money.”
Hunter grins, his eyes dancing in the dim lighting. “I mean, don’t you always hear people saying how important it is to be passionate about your work?”
My eyes widen in horror, and Hunter laughs. “I’m fucking with you, Savage. I don’t kill for sport. It’s work.”
I nod. “Work.”
“Exactly. So you can let me go now.”
“No.”
“No?” he questions. “Why the fuck not?”
“Hey! I’m running the show here. I’ll ask the questions.”
Hunter sighs and shakes his head. “It’s gonna be a long fucking night, isn’t it?”
I smirk. “For you, maybe.”
“What’s it gonna take for you to cut me out of this chair?”
“I don’t trust you.”
Hurt flashes in his dark eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. “Message received, loud and clear, Savage.”
That lump returns in my throat, and I suddenly don’t feel so brave. “I’m not ready to die,” I tell him. “I don’t want you coming into my apartment to kill me.”
Hunter holds my stare, seeing straight through my insecurities, when his voice drops lower. “Baby, the only thing you’ll find me in your apartment for is to see you on your knees with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Shit. I wouldn’t mind seeing that either.
My brow arches, his words lighting a fire deep within my core, and the more I picture it, the hungrier I get.
Creeping toward him, I bring the kitchen knife up to my lips and gently brush it along the subtle curve. “These lips?” I murmur, holding that wicked stare.
Hunter nods, just as captivated as I am, watching every step I take toward him.
I know I’ve already scolded myself for screwing a psycho killer, but if I’ve already done it once, what’s it gonna hurt to do it again?
I move right into him, standing between his open knees, and as I take him in, I see the perfect outline of his cock straining through his pants, more than ready to go, and honestly, I appreciate that level of eagerness in a man.
I drop straight to my knees and look up at him, the knife still clutched firmly in my hand. “You want me on my knees like this?”
He nods again. “Just like that, Savage.”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and I reach for the front of his pants, slowly popping the button before working the fly, and just as that beautiful cock stares back at me, firm, veiny, and ready, I gaze up at Hunter. “You try anything, and I swear, I’ll cut it off.”
His lips twist into a wicked smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
I grin right back at him, suddenly feeling like the most dangerous woman on the planet. Pushing higher on my knees, I lean right into him, grasping that thick cock with my free hand, and as I slowly begin to pump my fist up and down, I keep my stare focused on Hunter.
His cocky grin slowly fades, replaced by pure pleasure, and as I lean in and finally close my mouth over his massive cock, I see the very moment he realizes that I hold every ounce of control.
His hands twitch on the armrests, and I grin as I take him deeper, my tongue rolling over his tip.
His hips jolt beneath me, and as his eyes roll, I give him everything I’ve got.
I pull out all the tricks, tormenting him with my tongue.
Working him painfully slow before picking up my pace and watching him submit to my control with every passing second.
“Savage,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “Release me so I can fuck that pretty mouth.”
I shake my head and keep working him as he groans, hissing in sharp breaths through his teeth.
“Fuuuuck. You’re killing me.”
“Oh yeah?” I tease around his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as he watches the show, completely mesmerized.