Page 20 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

Five minutes earlier in the shadows.

A muffled voice filters from the next room and catches my attention. A voice I’ve never been able to wipe from my mind drifts down the hallway. So, I crack open the door and peer through.

Her voice.

A fire ignites in my chest, searing my heart and stealing my breath.

Checking the hallway first, I follow the sound.

The door at the end of the hall is open, light spilling out onto the dark blue carpeted floor.

I creep closer on silent feet and check out the room in the reflection of my small spy mirror.

Kiera’s standing in front of a window in sexy as fuck red panties, getting herself off. My pants suddenly become two sizes too small. Her perfect ass rocks and sways as she pants and whines, a sure sign she’s about to come.

“Fuck, Kiera, you’re even sexier than I imagined,” some man says, all desperate, gravely and low.

Stifling a guttural growl, I move the mirror around.

But there’s nobody in the room with her.

The backlit cell phone next to Kiera is the source of ragged breathing and encouraging moans.

Her window is wide open, and her gaze is focused off into the distance.

At least when she can keep her heavy lids open.

I angle the mirror, trying to get a glimpse of what’s captured her attention.

A man holds a cell to his ear, jacking off.

Wraith!

“Open your eyes when you come. Scream my name.”

Rather than discouraging my raging hard on, the undiluted hate coursing through my veins spurs me on.

I’m as hard as an iron rod. Unable to stop myself—and not really wanting to, anyway—I slide my hand down the front of my pants and stroke myself.

Even though I can barely move, electricity shoots down my spine and makes my balls tingle.

I enjoy watching couples from time to time, but watching Kiera come apart without her knowing is my new favorite kink.

Stroking faster from root to tip, my chest huffs with raw desire.

I’m about to come and so is Kiera, even after all this time my soul’s etched with every one of her tells.

Primal instinct has me wanting to splash cum all over her wall.

Suddenly a furry, black ferret mother fucker runs up my leg, hisses, and sinks his teeth into the forearm I’m bracing against the wall.

“Ben—” Kiera says as she teeters on the edge.

Simultaneously, pain cuts off my peaking pleasure, and I accidentally let out a surprised, “Fuck!”

Kiera’s big O is effectively cut off, and ‘Ben’ becomes ‘Ben Nigh.’ The feral fucker darts away into the shadows.

Lucky for the rabid rodent, I don’t have time to end him.

A new level of rage washes over me as the impact of Kiera calling another man’s name in pleasure hits me like a sucker punch to the solar plexus.

Silently, I descend the stairs, planning the move that’s been way too long coming.