Eric sagged in his grip, gasping and whimpering, as blood dripped from his mouth.
I found my voice, though it was barely more than a whisper. “W-what do you mean you were watching him?”
The mask turned to look at me again, just for a second.
It was all Eric needed. He twisted, slipped out of his blood-stained sweater vest and pushed hard, managing to break free.
The masked man’s head whipped back to him. In a move so fast it was surely practiced, he was suddenly holding something long in his hand. It wasn’t until Iheard the dull thud that I realized it was a gun with a silencer attached.
Eric screamed, dropping to the floor and clutching his knee. His khakis were bloodstained now, too.
“Agh! Oh my God, you shot me, you lunatic!”
The masked man was on top of him in the blink of an eye. He pulled something out of his pocket, bound Eric’s wrists and stuffed fabric into his mouth to gag him.
“Only in the kneecap.” He shrugged, patting Eric’s cheek patronizingly. “You’ll live.”
When he rose to his feet, he shoved the gun back into a holster at his hip. Then he turned his attention towards me again and I held my breath.
Fuck!
Suddenly, I couldn’tnotmove anymore. I spun on the spot and bolted away from the dark, imposing figure, away from whatever the fuck was happening here.
I needed to get out of here. This couldn’t be happening.
I made it all of two fucking steps before tripping over one of the boxes and landing face first on the couch, my face smushed into the cushions.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as a low, dark chuckle rang out behind me. With a grunt, I tried to push myself out of the cushions threatening to swallow me up but too late.
A big, gloved hand grasped the back of my neck, holding me down.
“Ah, Little Devil. Don’t hurt yourself now.”
Holy fucking shit.
An unbidden rush of heat shot through my body, my thoughts suddenly no longer whirling through my mind like a tornado but instead slowing down, transforming into something thick and molten, like warm honey.
“Sasha?”
It was a stupid question, given the nickname he’d already used, but it was the only word willing to come out of my mouth.
The couch dipped as he placed a knee between my legs, bending down to whisper in my ear.
“Such a smart girl.”
A zap of electricity ran straight down my spine and to my core at the sound of his rasping voice and the heat of his body seeping through my clothes.
“Did you already guess I’d be coming for you?”
I huffed, trying to muster up some kind of bravado, however false it might be. “Did I guess a convictedmurdererwas going to break out of prison and come find me? You fucking tell me.”
I bucked up, trying to wind myself out of his grip, but it was unrelenting. A deep groan rumbled through his chest.
“You just had to go and tempt me.”
He pressed down further, pinning me more firmly to the soft surface with his bulk, and I felt the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock against my ass.
Liquid heat pooled deep within me, spreading rapidly. This had no right to feel this good.