Page 40 of The Monster I Loved
The strength of his grip made me flinch. His cool, dark gaze pinned me to the spot. I stood there, helpless and exposed beneath his towering body.
Training my eyes not to stray downwards for too long, I said, “I needed to use the bathroom, and well, I guess I went to the one I remembered clearly. Obviously, it was a mistake.” Irritation ripped through me. I kept my eyes where they belonged, refusing to look at the cock hanging inches away, but Thaddeus had no problem letting his eyes drop to my chest. I hugged my breasts defensively with my free arm, while I forced the arm he held captive loose.Fuck, he’s strong.
I needed to leave this place quickly and forget the night had ever happened. I pulled on my costume, which now seemed completely comical and a little humiliating under the circumstances.
I’d strutted into his house the previous night dressed as the Joker and would leave as just a joke. Desperate to get away, I yanked my bag from the nightstand. When I heard a metal object clunk to the ground, I didn’t need to look to see what it was. By the sound and Thaddeus’s face, I knew what had fallen out of my purse.
“You normally walk around with a gun?”
The growl in his tone made the hair on my neck rise.Shit, I should’ve been more careful.
“That’s none of your business,” I hurled and tried to retrieve my gun.
Thaddeus bent down and picked up the pistol. It looked tiny in his hand.
“Give it to me,” I ordered.
He lifted it above his head, knowing I was too short to reach it.
He cocked his head to the side, studying the gun with a brow lifted in curiosity. “Wait a fucking minute. You came to my house with a gun, seduced me, and what...was the rest of the plan to kill me?” Thaddeus questioned; his mocking tone made my cheeks burn up.
Does this guy ever manage not to be totally smug and insufferable?
He broke out into uncontrollable laughter, standing there, buck naked, with my pistol.
I faced him, seething. If I ever got my hands back on that gun, I’d shoot him in a crowd full of people. Screw it.
When he doubled over and continued laughing, I was near my breaking point, but watching him wipe actual tears from his face pushed me over the edge.
“I wish you were dead, you fucking piece of shit!”
Thaddeus grinned, clearly happy I’d lost my cool. “Thanks for the fuck. I forgot just how good that pussy of yours is.”
My body stiffened at his words.
Just as I was about to tell him to go to hell, he lifted his phone, and I watched, confused.
“Yes, hello. I need the police.”
Wait. He wouldn’t. My eyes bulged.
“Yes, there’s an intruder with a gun in my house, and they’ve come to kill me.”
This damn man never stopped. I took deep, sharp breaths in disbelief.
“Well, I have the gun, and I’ve foiled her plot with my dick.”
Why the hell did he need to go into such detail?
“Yes, my cock stopped the attempt on my life,” Thaddeus explained, then winked at me.
“I wish I had killed you,” I hurled.
He dodged my raised foot aimed at his calf, set the gun on the bedside table, then grabbed both my arms with his free hand.
“You heard her. She still wants to kill me. Please hurry. Send someone over. I wouldn’t want to have to use my cock again to save my life.”
I. Wanted. To. Kill. Him.
