Dangerous by Patricia Rosemoor Read Free Book Online Page A

rescue Sandy Kawecki.
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    “Let me out of here!”
    The closet door jarred when the girl’s fist hit it over and over. He’d just come back to his place and within seconds he was ready to break her fucking neck. Apparently the drug he’d forced down her throat to calm her hysteria had worn off.
    Bam. Bam. Bam.
    “I want to go home!”
    Thankfully, having an apartment in what looked like an abandoned building with boarded-up windows—a similar building on one side and a hole where a building used to exist on the other—meant no one was around to hear her screams. He unlocked the closet door and slammed it into her so she went flying backward, landing in a heap on the floor amid boxes he’d thrown in there. What a little maggot. He swooped down and grabbed the front of her shirt, easily lifting her into the air. She’d been crying, and tears and snot streamed down on him, so he pushed her away and gave her a threatening shake.
    “P-please, don’t h-hurt me,” she sobbed.
    “Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?”
    “I-I told you. I was using my neighbor’s c-computer to look at my email when you IM’d her. I wasn’t trying to trick you. I thought talking to you w-would be fun, that’s all!”
    Well, now she knew differently. He dragged her into the living room and tossed her to the couch. Immediately, she crawled into a corner, pulling up her knees and circling her arms around her legs in a defensive position.
    He’d been too pissed off before to get the details from her. Now his anger had grown cold and deep.
    “What’s your neighbor’s name?” he demanded.
    “But you IM’d her. How could you do that if you don’t know her?”
    Fuck. He didn’t have a clue as to the redhead’s real identity. He was certain her name wasn’t Morrigan any more than his was Angel. He’d picked the name because it was appropriate, him being the Angel of Death and all. He wasn’t going to be cheated. He was going to find his mark and fuck her the way she deserved. The way he’d been imagining it for days now. If she did him good enough, he might even let her live. At least for a while, until he grew tired of her as he had of the others.
    “I’m testing you,” he told the girl. “Her name.”
    For a moment, she hesitated. Until he stepped closer, towering over her, fisting both hands so she could see his whitening knuckles.
    Her eyes opened wide and she choked it out. “C-Camille.”
    That was more like it. These pussies never had it in them to resist him for long. Not that he wanted this one for anything but information. Blond hair, not red. Not like his mother. And she didn’t even have tits worth sucking yet. His cock hadn’t stirred once since he’d first seen her in the mall.
    “Camille
what
?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t remember her last name.”
    “You’re lying.”
    “No. I never paid attention. She told me, but I forgot. She told me to call her Camille.”
    “You were in her house.”
    “Just to walk her dog after school and only for the last couple of weeks. I didn’t know her before that. I just needed spending money.”
    “You used her computer.”
    “I wanted my email, and Mom confiscated my computer. I don’t know Camille personally, I swear. It’s not like we’re friends or anything.”
    He grabbed her again, this time by the throat.
    She gagged and wildly shook her head while trying to pry his hand free. He could feel her sharp little nails in his flesh. That didn’t even stir him. He liked them filled with fear, liked them fighting him, but he wanted them old enough to appreciate what they were about to get. He liked them old enough to have big tits with long, hard nipples and a fleshy twat that would drip with honey. To their shock and horror, he always managed to get it from them. Some just took longer than others. Needed incentive. That was the challenge and the high for him. If he had to, he wasn’t past using a little something-something to loosen them up.