Cutthroat by Preston Natasha

Author:Preston, Natasha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-05T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Days missing: 14

Death toll: 2

Days to the party: 5

For the last three nights, I haven’t visited Nora to watch her get herself off in bed. It’s got me on edge and riled up. She knows I’ve been doing it, and I’m not at all surprised. Nothing either of us does shocks me anymore.

We’re so fucked up.

But three nights without watching her perfect body writhe on the bed to candid footage of me while I tug my cock has been torture. I feel like one smile from her would make me shoot my load. It’s no less than I deserve for being such a weak prick.

A new alert dings on my phone. Every single time that happens, my gut sinks. Filip’s face fills my screen as I read an update to his missing case. As yet, there has been nothing about Mickey. He’s yet to be reported missing. When I checked his phone, he’d barely had any friends on social media, hadn’t posted in months, and only texted a couple of people here and there.

I have more time before anyone is looking for him. I’ll have to get Nora to deny seeing him. He wasn’t on any CCTV footage I checked because, I assume, he used the side door to the hotel and not the main entrance. He also paid cash and didn’t check in online, take any photos up here, or message anyone to let them know where he was.

Idiot.

The new headline reads: TWO WEEKS AGO TODAY POLISH BACKPACKER FILIP NOWAK WENT MISSING AND ALL LEADS SEEM TO HAVE DRIED UP.

Now I’m going to guess that the cops will back track, retrace his steps, and then come asking about him again. Nora had better be up for telling them the same bullshit story as last time.

A heavy weight tugs my stomach, like I’ve swallowed lead. She’s the only one who makes me feel anything.

I should prepare her, but she didn’t seem to have any issue with thinking quickly and lying to the cops before. She’s probably better at it than I am.

Everything is fine.

Besides, if I talk to her, she might want a conversation, and we left the murder confession hanging. She can’t care, we’ve kissed, and she rubbed my dick since learning that.

I groan aloud at the memory of her hand in my lap and her tongue in my mouth. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly before. Some days, it’s all I can think about. She’s so soft, so perfect, so ready for me. It’s excruciating to keep away.

“Zeke.”

My muscles spasm at the sound of her voice.

Right on cue.

I turn slowly and brace myself.

She’s wearing ski pants and a tight, white tank top, black bra underneath. My nostrils flare with the effort it takes to control myself. All I want to do is grab her and take her back to my cabin.

Keep your eyes on her face.

“What do you want?” I ask, abandoning the boards I’m supposed to store back on shelves in the storage warehouse.

Nora folds her arms over her chest and the gesture pushes her tits up.

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