Page 7 of The Killer's Payment

She looks down at the floor like she’s hiding something, and it doesn’t take a genius to work out what it might be.

“You’re upset.”

“No,” she says, the wayonlya woman can say that word. It’s anothat leaves you none the wiser. It’s a no that could mean anything from asshole to breakfast time.

I take a step closer and lift her chin up, surprised when she doesn’t fight me. By the looks of her eyes, I’d say she spent a fair amount of time last night crying into my pillows. “You’re a terrible liar.”

She shrugs herself away from my hand and lets out another one of those sigh laughs. “Andyou’rea terrible person.”

“So terrible that you were quite happy to fuck me last night?”

Her eyes dart to mine, but she quickly looks away.

“What are you hiding, little girl?Hmm?”

I have to ask, because none of this makes sense.

In fact, literallyanyother reaction would make more sense than acting like a brat and getting upset when I refuse to fuck her. She’s acting like she actually wanted me to—and where is the sense to be found in that when I’ve just effectively kidnapped her?

“Nothing,” she states.

She’s hiding nothing?

“Bullshit.”

“Think what you want.” She shrugs, refusing to look at me. “Can I go now?”

“No,” I tell her, taking a step forward. “No, I don’t think you can. I think we’re going to finish what we started last night since you’re apparently so upset about the fact we didn’t.”

Now she looks at me.

When I said it was going to happen last night, she looked at me like I’d challenged her and she was weighing whether or not she wanted to accept. As if she confidently knew she had a choice in the matter.

This look is different.

This is the look of a doe trapped in bright headlights.

“Tell me what you’re hiding, or press your cheek against that counter. It’s a simple enough choice.”

She licks her lips nervously. “But not an easy one.”

“Would it make it easier if I told you I’ll spend a considerable amount of time turning your ass bright red long before I put my cock anywhere near it?”

Her reaction is beautiful.

So beautiful, it has every bit of blood in my body rushing to my cock.

“You wouldn’t,” she says.

I fucking would, and the more I think about it, the more desperate I am to do exactly that.

Four

Sutton

Do I tell him?

All logical sense says no.

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