Page 17 of Some Like it Violent

I tried to speak, to fight and use my strength, but I could do neither.

And then she pressed her mouth to mine, and I felt her smile as she whispered against my lips, “I killed my father.” Evelina pulled back and watched me with those burning eyes and a sexy fucking smirk on her face. “You think I didn't know you jerked off right by my bed when you thought I was sleeping? You’re one sick motherfucker, Kane.” Her voice was soft and… aroused,when she said, “I must be sick too, because I was so wet when you were touching me while you masturbated.” She let out this little sound, a mewl like a hungry little kitten. “I’m gonna have fun with you when you’re sleeping too. It’s only fair.”

I felt my lips curve into a smile and felt my cock start to twitch and throb with arousal.

Her face wavered, and then everything went dark.

10

EVELINA

Istood in front of Kane and stared at him, my head slightly cocked to the side as I took in the sheer size of him.

The living room was quiet except for the faint creaking of Kane shifting on the old leather-upholstered chair as he came around. I’d secured his hands behind his back with zip ties I’d gotten from beneath the sink. I bound his ankles in the same manner to the wooden legs of the chair, but a part of me worried he’d be able to break free, because I knew this man was strong as hell.

He wasn’t fully unconscious, and the groggy sound that came from him and the way his head lolled slightly told me he’d be waking even more soon.

I’d given him the smallest amount of mushrooms, just enough to make it easier for me to get him to where I wanted him, so I would be in control.

He looked massive, even like this, with his broad shoulders dwarfing the chair, and his presence still dominating the room despite his restraints and unconscious state. There was just something about him that drew me in, intoxicating me with Kane’s potent pheromones.

Whatever darkness that consumed him was magnetic, and I hated myself for the way my body responded.

My arousal for this man was twisted and wrong, but it was there. It was like another pulse in my body, a second heartbeat that raced. I took a step toward Kane and watched as he sluggishly opened his eyes, blinking slowly before he focused on me.

“Hi,” I whispered.

Kane opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

My breath hitched, but not because I was afraid or apprehensive. I looked toward the small foyer, where the front door was just around the corner.

The knock came again, sharp and insistent and seeming to echo through the house. And Kane and I stared at each other. His head dropped slightly, the drug still dulling his reactions. I grabbed a dishrag and secured it around his mouth. But I had a feeling he had no intention of calling out for help.

A predator took care of his—or her—problems on their own.

With a calm breath in and a slow breath out, I smoothed my hands over my sweater, willing my expression calm and neutral before stepping to the door.

When I opened it, two police officers stood on the other side, their faces set hard as they looked at me and then tried to glance around me and into my home. But the positioning wouldn’t allow them to see into the living room, where I held my captive.

They were soaking wet and looked miserable.

One of them had his hands tucked into the sides of his vest, and the other had his hands resting on his belt. The storm raged outside, and I braced myself against the door, trying to keep the cold and snow out of the house. The wind whipped by, and the police officers moved closer, lowering their heads, as the storm was vicious.

“Evening, ma’am,” the taller, but older, and more robust in the midsection of the two said in a loud voice to be heard over the storm. “Sorry to bother you, but we’re doing a sweep of the area.”

“A sweep?”

The younger, shorter one grunted and gave a sharp nod. “That’s right, ma’am. There’s been an escape from the state penitentiary.”

“A dangerous felon. He’s violent and highly unpredictable,” the older police officer added.

I swallowed hard, pretending to let the weight of their words sink in, and acted worried as I covered my mouth with a hand and placed the other one on my chest. I could have used this chance to point them toward the living room. They’d take him, and he’d be out of my life.

This nightmare would be over.

But I didn’t say a word.

Something twisted inside me, a dark thrill that surged like a drug in my veins as I met the police officers' gazes and shook my head, my eyes wide with fear. “Oh my God,” I breathed. “No. I haven’t seen or heard anything. Am I safe?”

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