Page 58 of Wickedly Played
“Another time, we could have had more fun,” I mutter. I look around the riverbanks to see if I can find something to put down on her body. I need to ensure she doesn’t drift through the current and end up somewhere different.
Plus, I have a note to place on her body. I need Serena to know I did this. I need her to understand how serious I am about being in love with her. Once she sees this, she will come to me.
I tuck my note into the waistband of her panties. It is poking out from her ass as she is face down in the water. Grabbing my knife, I grab a chunk of her hair to take home with me.
This wasn’t my first time killing someone. Hell, I was the one who shot Serena’s last meat shields. They kept getting in my way. All they had to do was leave us alone, and we would have been fine.
I’m wiping my hands on my pants after I’m done. If I hurry, I might catch up with Serena before she leaves.
Running to the venue, I take one last look at Meredith. She truly had the opportunity to be perfect.
Serena is bundled in a black robe with her hair in a knot on the top of her head. She has her feet covered in what looks like slippers as she shuffles out of the back rooms.
I stop in front of her, smile, and she looks right past me. “Good show tonight,” I proudly compliment.
“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she replies without even looking at me. If she looked at me, she would recognize me. She knows me.
“I would like to get on your books sometime,” I hedge. She’s walking away from me with her bodyguard in front of her. “You’ve seen me before,” I remind her.
She smiles, winks, and then continues to keep walking. “You can reserve a room on my website. Thank you so much.”
“Sure, Serena!” I call after her. “I love you,” I whisper more to myself than to her.
I drive home in silence. My apartment is about five miles away from Serena’s home, and I crave the possibility of showing up at her house again. Her bodyguard’s stupid alarm system won’t keep me out for too long. I already have something in the works to dismantle it.
Would the death of Meredith shake her bodyguard and make him lose focus? I hope it does. I need her like I need oxygen. I crave feeling her luscious skin under my fingers. I wonder what she would look like if I put my hand around her neck. Would she like it? Would she turn around and punish me?
My shower is full of tantalizing memories of Meredith. Instead of Meredith’s face in my fantasy, I conjure in my mind, it is Serena’s. Instead of killing Meredith at the end, it is Serena’s.
My fist shuttles up and down my shaft. The same hand that took Meredith’s life is pleasuring me. This would be the same hand I use to pluck Serena out of her home. I would then use this hand to remind her who she belongs to. I bet she would come willingly when she learned how much I loved her. I don’t knowhow many other letters I need to send to her. I also don’t know how much longer I’m going to handle her bodyguard living in the room next to hers.
That is too close for my comfort. This is my woman.
I let out a deep growl when the pleasure tightens like a coil inside of me. Slapping my hand against the wall, my fist shuttles faster and faster.
“Serena, suck my dick, baby. Please take me into your throat,” I beg.
Just when I’m about to come, I hear my phone ring. I ignore it to finish off my fantasy. That’s when the shower wall becomes painted with my come.
I can’t wait for my come to paint Serena’s body.
It will either be my come, or I will paint her body with her blood. Either way, she will be marked by me forever.
My phone rings again, and I growl when I press the green button. “What?”
“Well, excuse the hell out of me,” my ex-wife mutters into the phone. “I figure you would like to talk to your son.”
“Of course,” I reply.
Chapter Twenty-Four
MAX
I felt the damage as soon as I mentioned to Adam that I was a professional. There was no way in fucking hell I was going to tell him that I’m low-key obsessed over my protectee. How would that go over? I would be blacklisted.
After spending the night and early morning together, one thing was for sure. I like her. I like her probably more than I should, and there isn’t fuck all I could do about it. What is going to happen when her bodyguards come back? What will happen when I receive the pink slip and move on to another mark? Would we just high-five and be done with it?
Fuck. What will happen when I’m given the green light to slaughter her father?
