Page 11 of Sinister Promise

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice dropping lower as I rose. "Come to me."

Christ.I shifted my hips as my cock lengthened inside my jeans.

When she crawled toward me, I caught sight of the soft curve of her breast beneath her shirt. A single glimpse, and I wanted to tear the fabric from her body, to mark every inch of her pale skin as territory I'd claimed.

I didn't take a step back, forcing her to look up at me.

I inhaled sharply.

Fuck.

Making her crawl to me was a mistake.

She was so small, so delicate.

Her wide brown eyes shone with terror, her soft lips trembling as she whispered, "I didn't see anything."

A lie. A cute lie, but a lie all the same.

I cupped her chin and forced her head back. “Remember two weeks ago when that security guard cornered you in the stairwell? Did you wonder why he suddenly requested a transfer?"

Her expression shifted to confusion.

"Or that supervisor who kept finding reasons to 'check your work' after hours?"

The tears tracking down her cheeks should have evoked mercy.

Instead, they tempted me to taste them, to consume every drop of her terror before replacing it with a far more addictive emotion.

My lips curled into something between amusement and warning. “You saw me kill that man, didn’t you,moy kotyonochek?”

My sweet little kitten.

Such a fitting name for such an enticing little creature caught in my trap.

Finally, I took a step back, letting her rise to her feet.

"I swear, I won't tell anyone, I won't say—" She swiped at the wetness trailing down her face, her brown eyes glistening as she stared up at me.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I don't believe you." I traced the barrel of my gun along her jawline.

She sucked in a soft hiss through her teeth at the contact, her gaze breaking away from mine and darting left, then right.

She was looking for an escape.

She wouldn’t find one.

"Don't even think about running again," I warned. "I've memorized every route you take through this building. I know where you'd go."

Part of me wanted to let her run, just so I could chase her again.

Maybe if we'd been truly alone, I would have let her.

Let her tire herself out running down the halls, finding new places to hide that I could discover.

Each time I found her, I'd remove a piece of her clothing as my reward.

It was tempting, but my men were still in the building.

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