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His lips press on my wrist, then my thumb-pad, my breath quickening when he gets to my knuckles. “I don’t understand anything you’re saying, Jamison.”

Those long fingers of his trail over my ass through my shorts. I gasp, pushing against the touch, chasing another rush of heat. “Tell me how far you’re willing to go,” he groans.

Jamison—the king of outs. He won’t let me leave, fights me on doing things my way, yet he demands my approval beforehe’ll cross this one boundary. He could take whatever he wants from me. It would be easy.

Men who kill for a living must get bored ofeasy.

“How far do I want to go?” I repeat. “This much." I grind myself against his cock. He arches against me, clinging to my ass, the power of his thrust making me shudder. “And this much.” Our kiss is rough—I don’t want to be tender. “You’re getting what you want. You won.”

“I did want this,” he admits. “For a long while.” His fingers graze under the elastic of my shorts, following the curve of my ass cheeks until he’s hovering between my thighs from behind, directly over my twitching cunt.

“Since when is a couple hours a long while?” I groan.

His voice floods every crevice in my ears. “I’m not talking about in my kitchen. I wanted to touch you before that.”

“What?” I squint, trying to focus on what he’s saying. “Last night, in my bed?

“No.”

I falter. “In thehotel?”

Jamison traces his nails lower, until he’s found the edge of my panties. We’re pressed together—his cock beneath me—and I can’t go anywhere without some part of him rubbing my throbbing body. “Yes.”

“You can’t be serious.” Cold reasoning starts to wake me up from my dizzy desire. I push up on my hands; he grinds his hips into me, his fingers stroking my drenched slit. I cry out in delirious pleasure, forgetting how, for a moment, he was telling me he wanted to fuck me minutes after murdering a man.

Wantingthiswhen he’s admitted to something so brutal is...

It's insane.

It’s twisted.

And I’m anything but—

“Ah!” I moan, curving my spine to try and get more of his exploring fingers inside of me. Jamison teases my vulva, spreading me through my panties. His thumb hooks the wet material, yanking it into my crack, making my limbs tremble. “Oh my god. Fuck. Oh my god,” I pant.

“You’re desperate for this,” he notes in a quietly amazed rumble. “You’ve seen what I can do... what I am... and you’re still soaking yourself at the idea of me fucking you. How is that possible, Selena?” When I don’t respond, he pulls my panties and shorts down my ass, then buries a single finger an inch deep inside of my slippery pussy. I squeal, lowering my cheek to his chest. “Answer me,” he demands.

“I don’t know,” I groan. “Fuck, why are you interrogating me right now?”

“Because there’s no better time.” Jamison slides a second finger inside of me; I roll my eyes, seeing stars. “You’ll never be more honest than this. There’s nowhere to hide, no clever quip... just your raw, genuine reactions. I want the truth.” His knuckles dig inside of me; I squeal in delight. “How can you desire a monster like me?”

Chapter Six

Selena

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There aren’t many questions about myself that I can’t answer.

Favorite color? Green. Food I could eat every day for the rest of my life? Eel sushi. Four books I’d take with me on a desert island? Call of the Wild, Malibu Rising, Valley of the Horses, and Pet Sematary, for the record.

So why don’t I have an answer forhim?

“Tell me,” Jamison insists, wedging his fingers deeper inside of me. I clench wildly around the thickness. “How can you desire a killer?”

“I don’t know!” I hiss, thrusting onto his knuckles, chasing the orgasm that’s been building for far too long. This is bordering on agony. “I really don’t fucking know.”

“Of course you do.” There’s no doubt in his voice. He’s certain I’m holding back. Is he right? Do I know, am I choosing not to tell him?

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