Todos los capítulos de Strip to Kill : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Red’s words hit me like a slap. The tears stopped instantly. I pushed myself up from the bed and ran to the door. My fingers fumbled with the lock. The moment it clicked open, my legs buckled. Red caught me before I fell.“Skye!”Zara grabbed me too. They held me between them, arms tight around my shaking body. I started crying again, harder this time. “I’m sorry,” I kept saying. “I’m so sorry.” The words spilled out over and over, broken and wet.They pulled me close. I felt their warmth, their tears mixing with mine. Zara eased me back after a moment. Her eyes were red, but her voice stayed steady.“It’s not us you should be apologizing to,” she said. “It’s Zane. He loves you with every piece of himself. You need to go get your man.”Red nodded. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.“Go, baby,” Red whispered. “Go get your man. We know you love him.”I looked at them both. My throat burned. “I love him so much. With my heart, my body, my soul. Everything. I love him.”Zara reached up a

I pulled into the office parking lot and killed the engine. I stayed right there in the driver’s seat. My hands would not stop shaking as I spread the case file across my lap. I had to put something together. Anything. One decent lead before I walked inside and faced the boss.Miss Lin. Twenty years old. Smart college girl. She was driving home from night class when someone ended her life. The scene looked all wrong. Half ambush, half accident. Her car had slammed into the guardrail, but the bullet holes in the windshield and the way her body sat twisted in the seat told the real story. Someone had waited for her. Someone had planned it.From the little digging I had done, her stepbrother had vanished the same exact day. No calls. No texts. Nothing. He disappeared like smoke. That could not be a coincidence.I stared hard at the photos, heart pounding in my chest. If I did not give the boss something solid today, he would tear us apart. Two weeks was not enough time. Not when this fel

I rubbed myself harder, circling my clit fast while my other hand squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple hard. “Fuck… Zane…” I gasped. I pushed two fingers deep inside my tight, soaking hole and started fucking myself with quick, desperate strokes. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet office as my juices coated my fingers and dripped onto Zane’s desk.My hips bucked wildly. My heavy tits bounced with every frantic thrust of my fingers. I imagined Zane walking in right now and seeing me like this, naked, legs spread like a desperate slut, fingers buried deep in my dripping cunt, moaning his name while I fucked myself on his desk.It still was not enough. I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, pounding harder. My thumb rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles. Pleasure built so fast it made my legs shake. I was so close, but I needed more. I needed his cock destroying me.Guilt tried to creep in again, reminding me of Brad’s hands squeezing my tits just minutes ago, but lust dr

“Get on the desk?” I whispered Zane’s words back to myself as I tried to push my body up from the floor. My legs felt like jelly. They were still vibrating and weak from everything that had just happened.My thoughts started spinning out of control. Zane had never talked this dirty before. Not like today. Something felt different in his voice, in the way he looked at me. He only got like this when he was punishing me.In all the years I had known him, I could count on one hand the times he had even slightly raised his voice at me. He hardly ever got mad. His way of dealing with anger was simple. He would fuck me senseless and use me like his personal slut until I could not think straight.I kept wondering what I had done this time. Was he still upset about me rejecting his proposal last night? Or had I done something else without realizing it?I struggled to climb onto the desk, but my legs refused to cooperate. They kept shaking beneath me.A memory flashed through my mind from just

Zara stared back at me, mimicking the exact wide-eyed, popping-eye reaction I had just made. “What? Better fix your eyeballs back in their sockets before they fall off,” she giggled. She twisted the keys and the car roared to life. We pulled out of the parking lot, merged onto the street, and headed toward the highway leading home.The whole drive, the car stayed quiet. I rested my head against the cool window, staring at the streetlights and other cars blurring past us. I silently prayed Zara would not bring up the topic again.“You guys were really loud in there,” Zara suddenly said, her voice dripping with amusement.The words hit me like a slap. I shut my eyes tightly, then opened them and sat up straight, turning to face her. Her eyes were fixed on the road, but that knowing little smile was still on her face.“Really?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“Really, Skye,” she replied, the smile growing wider and sharper. “How did you both come up with the idea to do that rig