Beneath The Surface
Publication date: April 14th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
I was born and bred to be a killer. It’s all I’m supposed to be.I take no prisoners. Until Lily. For her, I make an exception. But only for a week.When I walk in, time starts ticking down to zero. Her father has seven days to save her.Until then, she’s mine. Mine to have. Mine to take.Mine to keep.
He leans in close to me and takes a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as an ominous hum reverberates in the space around us. “I don’t know what you’re doing, little girl, but trust me, you don’t want to tease a man stuck out alone in the country.”
“You’re not alone. I’m here.”
Cason’s gaze travels down my body and back up again to meet mine. His lids heavy, he looks at me hungrily. “You’re playing with fire here, Lily. You’re going to get hurt.”
My knees shake at how intimidating he sounds, but I press them together and flash him my best fuck me smile. “I’m not a child, Cason. It’s not like I don’t know things.”
“And what do you think this is? Do you think if you get me to fuck you that I won’t want to kill you when the time comes? Is that what you’re thinking?” he asks in a low voice, his warm breath drifting over my ear with each word he practically hisses out before he steps back away from me.
My heart sinks at how callously he dismisses my plan, but I can’t let him see how frightened I am at this very moment. This can work. I know it can. I just have to see it through.
So I take a step closer to him, close enough that I can feel the heat coming from him through that black T-shirt that fits so perfectly over his toned body. I look up into his dark eyes and swallow hard. “What I was thinking was I didn’t want to be alone, Cason.”
The words hang in the sliver of space that separates us as I wait for him to respond. He just needs to say yes and I can do this.
He looks down at my T-shirt, and then his hand touches my hip, sending need dancing through me. “I’m not one of those boys you tease to get your own way, Lily. This is your one last chance to go back to your room and pretend this never happened because if I let you come in, the word no doesn’t exist in here.”
Every word drips with a threat of something he thinks I can’t handle, but I don’t care. Whatever he is inside that room, at least I’ll be alive there at the week’s end.
Abbi Cook grew up wondering if she was different because she always wanted to know more about the villain than the hero in the stories she read. When she got older, she found there were others in the world like her and devoured their writing, loving every dark word. She's written her own tales for years, but in 2019 she decided it was time to take the next step and publish them. She's never looked back since that day.
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