Page 51 of Lady Killer

Everest

“Song 2” by Blur played in my head as I let the little temptress into Locke’s office.

Not that it took much convincing on her part. Annoying Locke was my sixth favorite pastime.

I wasn’t lying about the security in his office. Starbright was lucky I’d made it to campus in time to tail her. I’d been finishing up a demonstration for some of our more advanced contractors when my phone chimed with a notification from the app I used to track her phone. Being ableto get closer to her these days was a dream as far as stalking her went.

My fingers itched with the need to tap out the song’s distinctive opening drum line.

Instead, I played it cool and made myself at home on Locke’s fancy-schmancy desk.

I’d never declared my intentions to woo a lady before. Or anyone for that matter. Lucian commanded, and I took his desires into consideration.

. . . and I did so often enjoy those desires.

But I had never actively courted someone.

I was going to kill it.

Not literally.

“I have a present for you,” I said, fighting the urge to rip the ribbon off the package myself so I could show her that much quicker.

She gently tugged at the ribbon, and I swore I felt it in my cock.

Nixon didn’t believe she was a virgin.

Locke thought she was a tease.

Alister said nothing.

I didn’t understand the fascination with the fleshy membrane inside her. Beyond the fact that the police thought the killer was targeting virgins.

Speaking as a violent sadist, I felt we were all missing something. Not quite seeing the pigs for the sausages, so to speak.

“What am I looking at?” Luz asked, careful not to betray her reaction.

“They shouldn’t have let such vile filth fall from their lips if they didn’t want to lose them.”

“Their lips . . . Whose lip—Oh! You cut off their lips?”

I knew she would love them.

“Are they still alive?”

Regrettably.

Her mouth formed a perfect mauve O before it snapped shut, the lid to the gift box following.

She paused, looking at me with an unreadable expression, like she wasn’t sure how to act around me.

I didn’t like that.

What if she doesn’t like her present? What if she liked the lips better on those girls?

What was this? Doubt?

No. No, no. Not for me.