Page 11 of Wilt

Glancing down at the dead cop, I almost feel bad for him.Almost. He was a fucking idiot for thinking he could take me on in a game of chicken.

“Door wasn’t even locked. Geez.” Rush is my second in command, pretty much the only person I trust in the world, and the only one who can get away with speaking to me like that. When he looks down at the body, his lip curls up in disgust.

“Macho man wanted to make a fucking scene. Look where it got him.” I lean close to Rosalind’s face again and draw in a deep breath. She smells delicious, like jasmine and roses andfear. “Good girl. Stay quiet for me.”

She shivers but doesn’t say anything.

“Whose bright idea was it to let her do this? She practically put flashing lights above her head. Made it easier for us, though.” Rush kicks the body at his feet before stripping it of wallet, ID, phone, gun, whatever the guy has on him. “She’s pretty and all, don’t get me wrong, but letting her prance around like that is just asking for it.”

I quirk an eyebrow and shrug. “Seek and ye shall find.”

He snorts and looks up at me. “You could have waited for me. You know I like this kind of thing.”

I roll my eyes at my cousin, aware that Rosalind’s shaking is getting worse; she’s probably on the verge of losing her shit.

“Shhh.” I try to quiet her as I coast the edge of the barrel down her soft skin once more. “You don’t want me to put a bullet in you too, do you? That would be such a waste, Rose.”

Her breathing is hard and erratic; she swallows, and I can feel her throat move against my palm. I loosen my hold a little. She’s still pressed against me, body melded to mine. I’m hard as a fucking rock right now, so much so that my balls ache. Whether it’s from the kiss we shared or the adrenaline still coursing through my body from the fresh kill, I don’t know.

The girl is fucking smoking, all innocence and sin, and to top it off, I’m pretty fucking sure she hasn’t been touched before. I don’t think she’s ever tasted a real man before. I’m thirty-five, older and more experienced in every way I can think of.

I’m going to have a goddamn festival debauching her, breaking her in and taking everything she can give me. Actually, fuck that. Not just breaking her in: I’m going to destroy her.

I can’t fucking wait.

Despite my lecherous thoughts, I wash away any emotion from my face and turn back to Rush. “You’re right. They practically handed her to me.”

Rush snickers. He might be the natural heir to the Wilder family, but he’s comfortable to sit back and let me lead, which works for me. After all the effort I’ve put into this family, every drop of blood I’ve spilled to get to where I am today, I’m not sure I’d give up my seat at the head of the table, even if Rush wanted it back.

“They let their guard down,” he says. “It’s more fun for us that way anyway. Well, for you.”

He’s right there, too. Iamenjoying myself, probably a little more than I should.

Rosalind is shaking harder now, but I continue to shush her in soft tones. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Her huge, doe like eyes lift to me, and she gives a short shake of her head.

“Well, let me tell you,” I whisper, leaning in closer. “I’m you’re worst fucking nightmare.”

Body going stiff, she sucks in a breath, preparing for her impending scream.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn. “Remember what I said earlier.”

Heading my advice, she makes little whimpering sounds, and her breasts rise and fall rapidly in her red dress. My gaze drops to those two perfect mounds, pushed up and practically calling my name. It takes all my resolve not to grip the gown’s front and tear it in half, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in the middle of the dark room. She’d try to push me away, but nothing would stop me from taking one of those cherry-tipped nipples into my mouth and tasting her.

“What do you think of the name, Rose?” I like it. It suits her better than Rosalind. “You’re going to be my Rose from now on. Do you understand?”

Her brows crease. She’s not liking my name change. That’s too bad. She’s my Rose now, thorns and all. I’ll pluck her petals, one by one, until there’s nothing left.

“Good little Rose. I’m going to take my hand away, and if you even think about screaming, I’ll kill you. Then I’ll find that eccentric friend of yours… what’s her name?”

“Genevieve Grant,” Rush interrupts with a smile. “Calls herself Genius. A little presumptive, honestly.”

“Hear that, sweet Rose?” I murmur. “My cousin fanciesGenius, so maybe I’ll let him have some fun before he kills her.”

Her eyes glitter with impending tears. It looks like I hit a nerve.

Rush clicks his tongue in the corner. “Leave me out of this, Niko.”

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