Page 94 of Left in the Dark

“Oh, goddamn, woman. You give one helluva blow job.” He fucks me faster, my jaw aching. I moan at the compliment seconds before his hand wraps around my throat. “Swallow every fucking drop.”

Then he rams his cock into my throat, squeezing slightly as he spurts down my throat.

I’m drowning from the amount of cum sliding down my throat. The edges of my vision blur before he pulls out, his hand releasing my throat.

I suck in gulps of air, coughing.

“Better keep my cum down, or I’ll have to fuck your face and make you swallow again.”

I glare up at him, ready to tell him to fuck off.

His large hand cups my face. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you’re pissed.”

Releasing my face, he pulls a wallet from his back pocket and opens it. Grabbing my hand, he stuffs a wad of cash in my palm. “Here. Buy every book you want.”

Then he spins around and walks away.

As his footsteps trail away, I stare down at my hand in shock. The lights come back on, and I blink rapidly.

Climbing to my feet, I hurriedly button and zip my pants before rushing after him. “What the hell? Do you want me to buy the whole store?”

He’s standing at the top of the stairs. His masked face turns to me, and he chuckles. “If you want.” Then he dashes down the stairs and turns the corner, disappearing.

My head lowers, and I slowly count the money.Christ, there’s a thousand dollars here.

A wry smile curls my lips as I shake my head.Did I blow a masked man for book money?I shrug, a smile curling my lips.Talk about being a book slut.

CHAPTER 61

Delaney

Although I could’ve been frivolous and bought a ton of books, I exercised restraint and only bought ten. Then I strolled to the coffee shop, my bags with my purchases swinging from my hand, and purchased another pumpkin spice iced latte, a slice of banana nut bread, and a muffin to eat for breakfast tomorrow. I ate the slice of banana nut bread and drank my coffee as I walked to my car.

My phone buzzes, and I pull it out, expecting it to be Callie. Instead, unknown displays on the screen.

UNKNOWN: You could’ve bought more books than that. Eat something other than that damn piece of banana nut bread.

My gaze darts around, but I don’t see anyone. Obviously, he can see me even though I don’t see him.

ME: Stalking is a crime, you know.

UNKNOWN: You like it. I saw the smile before you could hide it.

ME: Where are you? And how did you get my number?

UNKNOWN: I’m around. Keeping you safe. The stunt you pulled earlier was stupid.

As I’m reading his text, I’m walking to the driver’s side of my car. I freeze, reading his words twice before replying.

ME: Stunt? What stunt?

UNKNOWN: Don’t play dumb, Delaney. You’re smarter than that.

ME: How do you know my name?

UNKNOWN: I know A LOT about you, Delaney Warner.

Chills erupt over my skin. Unlocking the driver’s side door, I slide behind the steering wheel, my hands shaking as I lock the doors and try to start my car.

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