“Well, thanks to my app, she thought it was you.” I shrugged. Grabbing the key to unlock her wrists, I returned to Kirby and knelt down in front of her. Catching her eyes, I said, “I called her to get you more time off before you need to return to the academy. Don’t worry. I’ve received high praise from your teachers for the work I’m handing in on your behalf. They seem to think that I have a unique and in-depth perspective into the mind of a serial killer.” I smirked.

She rubbed her eyes, and I thought she was going to be angry at first until she burst out laughing. She waved her hand at me and covered her mouth like that would stop her hysterical giggling. Tears flowed from her eyes as she continued to laugh, and I had no idea what I said to cause this kind of reaction.

“I’m sorry, I just love how all the FBI and my mother are talking to the murderer they’re chasing and have no fucking clue.” She slumped against the wall, a smile on her face. “Serves them right for being so fucking arrogant.”

My brow lifted as I mulled over what she said. “So, you’re not angry?”

“No, I’m not.”

She crossed her legs, and the blanket opened like a magic veil. I loved seeing her sitting like that. Naked with my artwork on her body and her pussy well used from us having sex. Yes, I wanted more of this, a lot more.

Sighing, I reached out and cupped Kirby’s chin, forcing her to look at me. In response, she nipped playfully at my hand, her teeth gripping my finger gently before she turned it into a kiss.

“Do you want something to eat?”

“Yes, I’m starved,” she replied, and her cheeks pinkened to a deep shade of red. “You made me work up quite an appetite.

“Does your jaw hurt?” I stared at the bruise from where I’d gripped a little too hard.

She shook her head no. “Little stiff, not sore.”

I smiled. “Well, I plan for you to become famished, Sunshine.”

The statement was meant to be matter-of-fact, but Sunshine’s eyes flared, and she moaned as she bit her lip seductively. Yes, there was a lot more I wanted to do to her tonight, but first, we needed to take the next step, so I held up the key. Her eyes widened as she stared at the strangely shaped key I’d made specifically for the custom cuffs.

“Is that what I think it is,” she asked.

“Yes,” I said and slid the key into the lock on her ankle.