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My body went hot. My heart almost collapsed.
A long pause, before she whispered, “I want you to do those things to me. I want you to use me.”
“You’re obviously drunk, Yara.”
“Not drunk enough to not know what I’m talking about,” she said, smacking her lips together. “I want you to touch me, take me, and destroy me. I want you to do things you’ve always wanted to do without any mercy. I want your cock inside my cunt, filling me, ruining me. I want your hand around my throat until my eyes swim with stars.” She leaned against the wall, her eyes half closed, as if she was already imagining the things she wanted me to do.
“Stop. Yara, please.”
“I want you so bad it hurts here.” She traced a finger down her pussy. My throat was filled with burning hot sand. Her fingers trailed down her breast as if she couldn’t control herself. “Why would you say no to all of that when your cock knows exactly what it wants?”
I couldn’t get lost in the madness in her eyes, the promises that lingered on her tempting words, the sensuality of her scent.
She smelled like fire burning through trees, leaving only ashes in its wake.
Her eyes were wide, her smile innocent, but I knew. I always trusted my gut, and nothing about Yara West was innocent. She was fucking mad. A beautiful, chaotic mess. She might not be mad like me, but she was not normal either.
That rumbling thunder of craziness in her eyes was far too easy to see when she talked like this.
“One moment of pleasure is not worth the headache that follows,” I said, knowing very well that I’d regret it as soon as I walked out of her house.
“Isn’t it?”
She trailed a finger down my cheek, rolling it down my lips. She traced the scar that was on my lower lip with a sigh, eyes half closed.
“You feel so fucking good,” she muttered before she took a step back from me. “You have better control than I do. Very well, then, Ryden. It’s a pleasure meeting you,” she said with a smile that looked practiced on her lips, and she no longer looked so free, so out of control. This woman was a crazy ride, and I wouldn’t ever be ready for it.
I let out a breath of relief, even when disappointment followed soon after.
“Send me every single detail you have on The Strangler.”
Her eyes darkened for a second when she mentioned The Strangler, and then something replaced the anger. It was fleeting. I would have missed it if I hadn’t been so focused on her.
Why? Was it only because she worked on a woman he killed?
“I’ll see you around,” she said in that singsong voice as if she had already decided this would not be our last meeting. Perhaps she was right. I somehow knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
She pushed her hand forward, and I took her palm in mine. The animal in me screamed to hold on, to tug her to me, to chase her into oblivion. “Goodbye, Yara,” I said as she walked me to the door.
“Wait, you forgot something.” She walked to the table and grabbed the autopsy report. “This is Victor Bane’s report,” she said as she handed me the file and the book I had been eyeing.
“What?” I asked, glaring at her.
“You looked curious when I was telling you about the dragon. Read it and regret it, Turtle Mocha.” Her voice was so fucking confident, so was the slight smirk. “Regret all the things you couldn’t do to me and stay awake at night imagining me tied to my bed, my fingers buried in my pussy. It could have been your fingers.”
I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill her or kiss her to make her shut up. I was going to lose my last thread of sanity if I stood there any longer, so close to her, so close that every pore in my body felt like it was being filled with her luscious scent.
“Thank you for that,” I said sarcastically.
When the door closed behind me, it took me every ounce of my strength to not pound on her door and take her pressed against the walls.
“You need to fucking get your head straight, Ryden. You can’t afford to mess up right now,” I said to myself as I left her home, even when everything in me wished I could just stay and take her up on the offer.
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