Page 49 of Killer Kiss

“You’re close. You’re so fucking close,” he murmured.

“Yes,” I moaned, drowning out the woman answering the same.

“Do you know how it’s going to feel when I let you come? How it’ll spiral out from between your sweet thighs and spread through your entire body, inch by inch, second by second. How it will engulf you whole and leave your fingers soaked and your body trembling?”

“Yes!” It was practically a shout at this point, an incoherent groan because I just needed to come. My head spun; my thighs clenched. I was so on that edge it was the most painful pleasure I’d ever experienced.

And it was all because of the way he demanded those things from my body. From the way he stood there, his gaze burning through the darkness and the window tint, scorching me like he was on top of me, his body covering mine, his dick finding that wet, warm place that would blow both our minds.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the command to let go.

The woman’s squeal cut through my headphones. It was so shrill and unpleasant it forced my eyes open.

Only to watch Augie press her against the window. Her head turned to one side, her naked breasts to the glass while he moved in behind her.

No.

No. No. No.

He wouldn’t.

“Oh!” the woman screamed. “Oh, yes! Fuck! Just like that! You’re so deep, Daddy! Your cock is huge! I’m coming!”

I sat there, staring at the window, unable to look away while he fucked her hard, sending her spiraling into an orgasm that should have been mine.

Then he raised one hand in front of the light, so there was no way I could miss the fact it was only his middle finger that was up.

Confirming he’d found the bug.

He knew what I’d done.

None of this had been about pleasure. It was all about revenge.

Embarrassment flushed through my entire body, and I pulled my fingers from my pussy, hating that I had to wipe my arousal off on my panties before yanking them back up my legs. That was arousal he’d created with his dirty words that had been aimed at me.

But it was some other woman up there, taking his cock, screaming his name, coming as hard as the ache inside me begged for.

Fuck him.

Augie Mitchell could go to hell.

15

AUGIE

Iripped the sheets off my bed, gathering them up into a ball to shove into the washing machine. In the basement, I dumped in double the amount of detergent and set the longest wash time available before heading back upstairs to clean the rest of my room.

I wiped down every surface, vacuumed the shitty, worn-out carpet that was in dire need of replacement, and hunted high and low for any other bugs Ophelia might have planted.

I’d have to do the rest of the house as well. Who knew how many she’d left before I’d gotten home and found her.

The thought just pissed me off even further. This was not how I wanted to spend my day off.

I was in such a foul mood when my phone rang, I didn’t even look at the display. Just picked it up and barked, “What?” down the line.

“Ah. Hello. Could I speak to Augie Mitchell, please?” It was a surprised-sounding woman, one who definitely was not Ophelia.

Good thing, since I didn’t want to hear another word from her. The fact she was so convinced I had something to do with Fawn’s disappearance that she would bug my house made me want to scream. She was wasting her goddamn time focusing on me.

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