Slick as Ides by Chanse Lowell, K. I. Lynn, Lynda Kimpel Read Free Book Online Page A

from where I’m standing.” He chuckles and paces at my side, brushing up against the side of the bed as he goes. “Wasn’t too hard to find you.”
    My eyes follow him, and I gulp, my stupid mouth, watering again.
    God, does he have to be so hot and smell this good? In a subtle way, I lean toward him and take a deep whiff.
    If I die from his germs being breathed on me, at least I’ll have smelled something awesome first. I fight off a satisfied grin.
    “Black is overrated. You’d look really good in some other colors like green, or even red. It would bring out the intense, electric blue in your eyes, though I do love the black bra and panties. I was right about the color. How smart am I ?” He leans over, his head disappearing, and when he comes back up, he places a red, silky blindfold on my torso.
    I try to angle my head up to see what he’s going to do next.
    He rests his hand on the bed, an inch away from my leg. I scoot away from him.
    “Too close for your liking?” he taunts.
    I swallow and keep my eyes opened—focused on him.
    “Not much for chatting right now, huh?” He removes his hand and inches toward my upper body. “Well, maybe if I take away some of your other senses you’ll be more likely to talk to me.”
    I shake my head the second he picks up the blindfold and brings it toward my eyes.
    “No, please, God, no!”
    “Yes, please, God, yes,” he mocks me, smirking.
    He slips it over my eyes, and a moment later, I hear the unmistakable sound of a cap on a bottle being flipped open.
    “What is that?” I ask, my head lifting higher, my body perking up.
    “I don’t want your germs,” he says. “It’s hand sanitizer, since I’m definitely gonna have to touch you.”
    A soft, pleading whimper chokes its way out of my chest. He’s messing with me. How does he know so much about me? “Please don’t.”
    “Have no choice, now do I? You refused to talk to me,” he replies. “Seems to be a recurring pattern with you. I say something that makes you squirm a little, and you cut me off. That’s a fucking pattern I want to stop immediately.”
    “I can make your life miserable if you do this. It’s not too late for you. Think about it. You can let me go and leave without a trace. I won’t report you,” I say, my voice breaking. “You already know I wasn’t going to turn you in for stealing my car.”
    “Oh, I know you can destroy me if you want to. I’m all too aware of what you did to your dad.” He chuckles and his hand tickles up my leg.
    “Oh, shit!” My eyes close beneath the blindfold. He’s close enough his scent is seizing control of my brain, and his touch has my body on fire. I already need another fresh pair of undies.
    “You really don’t like thieves—and I get that. He was sponging off the top, but that’s not my style. When I steal something from you, you’ll know it—like your pussy. When I take that, it’s not gonna be a surprise or a secret.” His hand glides up my thigh, and when he gets to my panties his fingers rim the bottom edge and get dangerously close to my moistened pussy. “By the way, I always thought it was really dumb for a father to do something like that. But not as stupid as you, keeping his handcuffs you used to restrain him when he attacked you.” He tsks, and my heart goes cold.
    “How can you know all this? I had those records sealed,” I cry, pulling at my wrists, the metal biting into my flesh.
    “You’re not the only one that can hack into records.”
    “But why would you follow my records?”
    His hand settles right above my pubic bone, and the tip of what feels like his thumb, works little circles right above my panty’s waistline.
    “You really don’t remember me, do you?” He exhales like he’s disgusted with me. “Jesus—apparently the girl I considered my best friend from so long ago didn’t feel the same in return.” His voice breaks.
    “What’re you talking about?” My head shifts in his direction, and my