Page 74 of Right Number, Wrong Man
In silence, we enter the moonlit hallway of her apartment. When I lock the door, Hailey whirls around like she took the whole drive to gather her courage. She slams her hand on the light switch and rises on her tiptoes, getting all up in my space.
I whip out the knife and she tips her head back, wincing as she presses her throat against the tip. A drop of blood trickles from the puncture, running down the blade like a liquified ruby.
My cock throbs. Seems my little Spitfire is ready to fight back.
“If you want to kill me, do it right now,” Hailey says, venom-laced challenge in her tone, her gaze burning with defiance and a cocky grin curling her kissable lips. “But I don’t think you will. You don’t have it in you. Coward.”
My other hand snaps around her neck and I squeeze.Hard. Hailey gasps. She claws at my arm, fingers tangling in my sleeve as true terror crosses her face, her pulse pounding beneath my fingertips. I loosen my hold to let her take shallow breaths, but the message is clear:
I’m in control.
My fingers tingle. How easy it would be to crush her windpipe.
Death is a part of my work—andmy private life since I killed my brother—and I’m not squeamish. Most people would call me morally flexible at best, or a cold-hearted bastard at worst. My lack of empathy for other human beings makes me a good soldier and saves me the mental health strain that usually comes with the job.
Sometimes I think I was born to kill. But I want to keep her alive, and it’s not because I’m a good, merciful man.
Simply put, I’m selfish.
I’d never kill her because her death would be mine, too. A world without her would be just shadows and ashes, sunshine without warmth, noise without meaning, life without a pulse. I can’t breathe without her.
“Easy now…” I warn, but Hailey struggles, and I slam her back into the wall, the impact forcing the air from her lungs. “I know a hundred and one ways to make you suffer without killing you. You’re only alive cause I want you to be, and you’d do well to remember that.”
I feel her heart skip a beat and a grin spreads beneath my mask. Fear is an aphrodisiac for my deviant slut.
“I bet if I hike up your dress, I’ll find you soaking wet again.”
I kick her feet apart and my fingers drift over the inside of her thigh, her skin coated with my dried cum. She trembles when I expose her center, her pussy lips glistening with fresh arousal.
I swallow thickly. The mask is necessary, but not gettingto taste her is driving me crazy. I’m like a dying man crawling through the desert, her sweet cunt the mirage of a plentiful oasis just beyond my reach.
“You blush so easily, but you’re just pretending to be innocent,” I say and the pink on her cheeks darkens into red. “I know how filthy your mind is. I violated you in a parking lot, kidnapped you at knife point, and forced entry to your home, but you’re still so keen to ride my cock.”
Fire flickers in Hailey’s eyes. She’s definitely coming up with a snarky response, but I don’t give her the chance.
I flip her around, pushing her face into the wall while I slip my knife under the collar of her dress. The fabric rips as I drag the blade downward, cutting off her bra at the same time, and tear the ruined clothes from her body.
“Asshole,” she hisses, trying to kick back at me, but I easily dodge her awkward attempt.
I click my tongue. “Piece of advice? You need a gun, Sugar, cause you can’t fight for shit.”
“Ugh, why is everybody telling me to get a stupid gun? Just let me go and I’ll show you how well I can fight!”
I admire her buck-naked rebellion. Takes courage. One more thing to add to the endless list of things I love about her, and I could already fill a whole book.
“Nah, don’t think I will,” I say lazily, sheathing the knife. “Where’s your bathroom?” I ask, even though I know the answer. I dropped by a few times when Mike was still alive, but obviously she can’t know that. My story about asking around town for her was complete bullshit, too. Only the taxi bit was true.
“Around the corner, second door on the right.”
I walk ahead, pulling Hailey along by the hair. It’s like dragging a moody cat. She yowls, slapping at my hands and digging her heels in, but my cock enjoys her reluctance, leaking pre-cum.
She told me she wants to be pushed beyond her limits and that’s what I’m gonna do tonight. After all, she still hasn’t used her safeword.
I lock the bathroom door from inside, pocketing the key before I toss a thick towel on the floor by the tub and force Hailey to her knees on it. Her forehead scrunches as I take out the handcuffs and put them on her again, binding her arms behind her back.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I don’t answer. My torture lessons with Cody taught me that silence can be worse than the cruelest verbal threats. Nothing is scarier than the unknown.
