Page 48 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

“Let you go?” I scoff. “Are you insane? You just admitted to being a relentless murderer. Why the hell would I let you go? You’re probably already planning the best way to kill me in my sleep.”

He smirks. “Is anybody going to pay me to do it?”

“What? No!”

“Then I guess I won’t be killing you in your sleep.”

“You’re . . . you’re not?”

“I’m not getting out of bed for anything less than a million dollars.”

My jaw drops. “A million dollars?”

“Hey, taking a life ain’t cheap. If you’re willing to pay the price, then I’m willing to take the risk. But these skills don’t just come along every day. You’ve got to lean into what you’re good at. Like how you run your bar.”

“You did not just compare Black Velvet to being a hitman.”

He shrugs again, and I let out a breath, slowly wrapping my head around it all. “So, it’s not a pleasure thing? You’re not getting off on it, right? It’s purely about the money.”

Hunter grins, his eyes dancing in the dim lighting. “I mean, don’t you always hear people saying how important it is to be passionate about your work?”

My eyes widen in horror, and Hunter laughs. “I’m fucking with you, Savage. I don’t kill for sport. It’s work.”

I nod. “Work.”

“Exactly. So you can let me go now.”

“No.”

“No?” he questions. “Why the fuck not?”

“Hey! I’m running the show here. I’ll ask the questions.”

Hunter sighs and shakes his head. “It’s gonna be a long fucking night, isn’t it?”

I smirk. “For you, maybe.”

“What’s it gonna take for you to cut me out of this chair?”

“I don’t trust you.”

Hurt flashes in his dark eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared. “Message received, loud and clear, Savage.”

That lump returns in my throat, and I suddenly don’t feel so brave. “I’m not ready to die,” I tell him. “I don’t want you coming into my apartment to kill me.”

Hunter holds my stare, seeing straight through my insecurities, when his voice drops lower. “Baby, the only thing you’ll find me in your apartment for is to see you on your knees with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Shit. I wouldn’t mind seeing that either.

My brow arches, his words lighting a fire deep within my core, and the more I picture it, the hungrier I get.

Creeping toward him, I bring the kitchen knife up to my lips and gently brush it along the subtle curve. “These lips?” I murmur, holding that wicked stare.

Hunter nods, just as captivated as I am, watching every step I take toward him.

I know I’ve already scolded myself for screwing a psycho killer, but if I’ve already done it once, what’s it gonna hurt to do it again?

I move right into him, standing between his open knees, and as I take him in, I see the perfect outline of his cock straining through his pants, more than ready to go, and honestly, I appreciate that level of eagerness in a man.