Page 49 of Lethal Vows

She gives me an even stare. “I don’t think Crue intends to be a season, Rya.”

“He is until hell freezes over.”

“Be careful what you wish for. It might have already.” And as quickly as the words leave her lips, her eyes grow large, and she coos, “Ooh, this one is cute.”

I sigh. But the warning in Angel’s tone is enough to leave me slightly unnerved.

Crue will never be more than a season.

Even if he put a gun to my head.

CHAPTER26

Rya

Since the night Crue gave it to me, I haven’t worn the anklet, and I’m not sure I ever will again. Actually, I’m unsure if I want to see him again. The sex is great, but is that enough to let a killer come back to your bed? No matter how perfectly I build my case that I need to rid Crue from my life, I’m equally as exasperated and fantasize about when I might next taste him and have his body against mine for a brutal, harsh fuck.

I’ve received many emails from Crue this week and haven’t replied to any of them. But that doesn’t seem to bother him at all because he keeps sending them, and in snippets, he’ll tell me about his day and what he plans to do to me. To be honest, every day when I arrive home, I expect to see him at my door, and a part of me is relieved when he isn’t there, while the other part is wondering why he hasn’t even tried.

This is Crue, after all.

And his stalker level is the real deal.

Miss Ricci

I hope you are deleting these emails once you’ve read them. And let’s be honest, I know you’re reading them. Just as I know, you are more than likely pursing your lips at me right now as you read this.

I’m writing to tell you that I plan to have you for every main meal, including dessert. Did you like it when my tongue slid between your legs while I tasted what was made for me?

Now, remember, don’t lie.

You may be wondering where I am this week, as my earlier emails told you I was working.

I’m due back tomorrow.

Be waiting, princess.

Reply this time.

Crue

I got that email yesterday.

And today, when I arrived home, I fully expected to see him waiting for me at the door. But, like the rest of the week, he hasn’t shown up.

I open the door and lock it straight away, even though that doesn’t do anything to stop him. My phone dings, alerting me to another email.

Miss Ricci

I suggest you remove all your clothes, leave your bag in the living room, and come to your bedroom naked.

You have five minutes before I punish you.

Crue.

Five minutesbefore he punishes me? What does that even mean? Punish me how?

“You better not be in myfucking bedroom!” I yell. “That’s taking your stalking to the next level.”

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