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Authors: Jade Eby,Kenya Wright

BOOK: Cupid

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Her throat ran dry. Dread coated her veins. Shook through her core. Her stomach spun around like a washing machine’s spin cycle. She wouldn’t be eating anytime soon. She wanted to clutch her stomach, bend over, and vomit all over the ground.

“No, questions?” He whispered into her ear, and then leaned away, his lips brushed against her cheeks and delivered even more shivers, but were they fits of lust or fear, she had no idea.

He stepped back. “Some women would run, right now. They’d yell and scream out, ‘This is the murderer. He’s right here.’ And what would happen? The police may or may not believer her, I may or may not be here once she’s gotten enough people to stop focusing on the crime scene.” He sucked his teeth a few times and shook his head. “To them, I’m not Cupid. I’m Asher Bishop, top contributor to Ovid Island police station as well as notable charity organizer in the state of Florida, much of my money going right to the Maimi-Dade police. I could hold my bloody bow and arrow in my hands, right now, and what would they do?”

Although her voice was rubbed raw, she mumbled, “Nothing.”

“Nothing.” He nodded. “They would do nothing.”

He touched a stray hair on her face that had whipped out of her ponytail from the breeze. He glided his finger along that strand and then tucked it behind her hair. “And this is my beef with society. Money protects the rich and dominates the weak.”

“I-I’m rich t-too.”

“You’ve got money. You have prizes and awards.”

“They’ll believe me.”

“They might or they might not. The odds aren’t good for you, though.”

“Then what is good for me right now?”

“Right now, you’re someone I want to taste, to drown in, to love until my heart stops beating and my breath is nothing more than a dead man’s gasp. Right now, I only want to protect Diana Carson. You have to believe that I never want to hurt you. Right now, you are my lover, and friend. But if you try to escape, if you point me out to the police as Cupid, I will no longer be your friend.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That’s not a risk you want to take with me. My hand is skilled, when I hold my bow. It does not shake. My arrow hits the target. It will not waver.”

She swallowed.

“Do you have any more questions?” he asked.

Nothing came out of her mouth.

Nothing moved within her.

Nothing else rushed to her head.

Nothing.

She was a sculpture of shock,

something chiseled from terror.

She could not move nor speak, think or even see the image of him in front of her.

It was all blurs and tears.

There were times in Diana’s life, when she’d been scared. Like finding Gabby's maggot-infested corpse in her backyard or the first time Neil convinced her she was nothing more than his play-toy. But this? This moment shot up to the horizons as most fearful. All night, she’d romanticized Asher in her head, rationalized possibilities of why he was who he was.

Never did she consider the fact that,

regardless of his code,

regardless of him killing other monsters,

regardless of his appetite for her flesh,

taunting rhythm of his sex

and

the thickness of his cock

and

the undying passion that blazed in his eyes for her,

this man was still a murderer.

This man was dangerous,

And this man

would not let her go without having a final say,

and that statement could be deadly.

Asher wiped a tear away from her cheek and then glided his hand down further to her left breast.

Move my legs. Run. Open my mouth. Scream. Try to do something. Now.

“She loves me.” He circled her hardening nipple. It puckered under her shirt. Her body battled her mind. Her flesh said lover. Her head said killer.

He moved his hand over to her right breasts and teased the stiffening, and very hungry nipple. “She loves me not.”

And she should of stepped away from him or screamed or ran or did anything a normal person would do when faced with an evil monster, but

A moan escaped her lips and she could do nothing more then drown in defeat.

"Are you scared, Diana?"

She was terrified. But she was also inexplicably intrigued, fascinated and completely taken aback with Asher Bishop. She knew she wouldn't run. The hunt wasn't over quite yet.

So, instead of telling the truth, she whispered, "No, Cupid, I'm not."

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