Page 17 of Emilia: The Final Psychopath

“That’s work. This is personal,” he said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

He brushed my hair to one side and rubbed my cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Lie down,” he said as his eyes dropped down to my lips. “You gave me the best damn blow job I’d ever had. It’s only fair that I repay the favour.”

Shivers of excitement raced down my spine from his words. It was hard to believe I’d watched him torture and kill people on top of this very table, yet it did nothing to deter me. He made the world a safer place by getting rid of the scumbags he targeted. I couldn't deny the fact that he thoroughly enjoyed the process of it all.

I guess I would always keep him on his toes.

“I left a few cameras around your house that I need to take down,” I confessed when he was on the table and in the process of spreading my legs.

He froze, and his eyes snapped towards mine.

“You what?” he said as his right eye began to twitch, only this time I could see he was trying to control it.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I was curious and wanted to watch you,” I said honestly.

“You watched me in this room?” he asked in a flat voice.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He calmly slid off the table, which made me panic, thinking he was walking away, but then grabbed my wrist and strapped it onto the table. I let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t leaving me here.

“You're fucked in the head,” he snapped at me.

“I know.”

He was muttering under his breath as placed the strap across my head. There were a lot of expletives which made me nibble on my lip to wonder if I might have pushed him off the edge of his cliff.

Chapter 16

Cyrus

Just when I thought I had her pegged, she threw in another curveball. I reached out to grab her wrist, and she fucking lifted it up for me.

“You're avery bad girl,” I said as I snatched her wrist and wrapped the strap around it.

“Yes, I know, my parents often had to come to my school regarding my behaviour,” she said happily.

“Don't you need to pass some kind of psych evaluation before they allow you into the FBI?”

“I've had a few because of the type of cases I work on,” she replied.

“And no one figured out that you are batshit crazy?” I asked as I walked around to face her.

“I keep it well hidden,” she said as her eyes followed me.

“Why did you plant cameras in my home, and where is the footage?”

Her eyes travelled down my body until they reached my dick, and her cheeks flushed.

“I wanted to see more of you and study your methods,” she said before she bit her lower lip. “I've been honest with you, Cyrus.”

“I was looking forward to eating you out,” I murmured as I placed my hand over her breast.

Her face fell, and her lips parted.

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