Pure Hell (Seventh Level Book 1) by Charity Parkerson, Regina Puckett Page B

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    When Mark finally got her back into the living room, he lowered her onto her feet. His voice returned to its normal, firm commanding tone. “Okay. Here’s the deal. You can’t stay here. I have a spare room. You can stay with me until we figure out what’s going on. There’s obviously a nut out there interested in you now that your sister is dead. I’m going to keep a close eye on you until your return flight. What do you say?”
    Anne looked into Mark’s warm brown eyes. You could tell a lot about a person by looking into their eyes. His were full of compassion and strength. “Thank you. I don’t think I could stay here even if I wanted to. I’ve never seen anything compared to this before. This had to be the work of a madman.”
    Mark nudged her toward the front door. “I agree.”
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    Kylie looked so lost sitting on his bed with her gaze cast at her feet, which were hanging over the edge. He’d been staring at her for well over an hour trying to figure out how to make this right. If she was bothered by his presence, she didn’t show it.
    When she finally spoke, Liam jumped in surprise. “Was he there?”
    “Was who where?” he asked in confusion.
    She didn’t look away from her feet. “Mr. Rogers. Was he still there?”
    His eyes fell closed at the question. Did she really want to do this to herself? When he didn’t answer right away, she added, “I couldn’t see him or feel him there, but since I died I haven’t seen anyone in a similar state. I used to see people with my affliction all the time, but now it’s just me.” She scoffed at her toes. “How fucked up is that? I get to be a weirdo in life and in death. That’s awesome.”
    “No. He wasn’t there,” he answered. Relief washed over him when she didn’t ask any more questions. He didn’t want this for her. She was so quirky and her smile made his whole day brighter. He needed her to be happy. He knew she was incapable of it in the face of Mr. Rogers’ death, but he needed to do something to wipe away the hurt in her eyes. Pulling his shirt over his head, he moved to stand between her knees. She lifted her chin until she was staring at his navel, but her gaze stopped there.
    “You’re not a weirdo. Unless that’s what you think of me too.”
    She shook her head.
    Reaching down, he took her hands from her lap. He pressed them against his bare stomach.
    “It’s okay, you know?” he admitted. “It doesn’t bother me if you think I’m strange. I’ve never been one to follow the crowd.”
    Her touch was cool and solid against his skin as he urged her hands downward until reaching his belt.
    “I want to make you feel.”
    “I never stopped,” she said in a small voice.
    “No.” His one word finally caused her to meet his eyes. “I meant, I want you to feel only me.”
    Her flat expression never changed as she hooked his belt in her hands and slid the buckle loose. The waistband of his jeans slackened as she unbuttoned them and tugged his zipper down. Encircling his waist, she shoved her hands inside his jeans and boxer briefs until there was nothing between the two of them as she kneaded his ass. She pushed, shoving underwear and all down his hips. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of everything. His erection sprang free of its restraints and she licked her lips. His dick pulsed in response. Burying his hand in her hair, he drew her closer to where he wanted her and she held his stare. Her lips parted and her tongue shot out touching the tip of his cock.
    His cell phone buzzed loudly from down the hall and Liam growled. Whoever it was, he would kill them.
    “Ignore it,” Kylie ordered and took him between her lips.
    The phone beeped alerting him of an incoming text message before starting to ring again. There was no way he was answering it even if it was the fire department calling to warn him his house was in flames. It would have to burn down around him. It beeped again and Kylie tightened her