All Chapters of Six_K.I. Lynn: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SixCopyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author. Cover design by Lori Jackson Designs EditorVanessa BridgesMarti Lynch  Publication Date: June 6, 2016Genre: FICTION/Romance/SuspenseCopyright © 2016 K.I. LynnAll rights reserved

 I looked like a vampire.Maybe a zombie.The vial was mocking me. In the slim reflection of the plastic, my dark-circled eyes looked back at me. I placed the vial into the centrifuge and sat back, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, pressing in.Zombie it was.How long had it been since I’d slept?Twenty-two hours? What day is it?I’d done countless blood chemistry analyses, trying to catch up on the backlog.“Paisley, do you have the blood work done for Dr. Patterson?”My head fell back, and I got an upside down view of Marcy, my boss. She stared at me with her unconcerned brown eyes, freshly woken and showered.She looked a lot like a pig from my skewed view. Not that she was. She was a damn good boss, friendly and helpful. Granted, I was the best technician the medical examiner’s office had. Four years of college with a degree in biology went a long way. Which was one reason why I was still processing samples almost twenty hours after walking through the doo

 Three hours of sleep was not nearly enough before a ten-hour shift. My own fault for fucking a guy all night. I was paying for it in many ways. Walking was difficult, my thighs sore and weak, and there was a nonstop, pulsing ache in my pussy.Fucking worth it.“So, who was the guy you ran off with last night?” Sandra asked, surprising me when she leaned on the counter right next to me.I blinked at her. “What?”“Don’t what me. I saw you sneak off with tall, dark, and handsome. His hands were all over you.”My mind wandered back to said hands. “He had great hands.”“So, you did do some in-depth examinations.” She waggled her eyebrows, her brown eyes sparkling.“He puts all other guys I’ve been with to shame.”Her eyes bulged. “Even Digby?”I used to call my ex-boyfriend Digby my Norwegian pile driver. He was huge all over and known to bruise sensitive areas with how hard he pounded my pussy, but it was worth it. However, his memory was being eclipsed by Simon, though I

 Rattling stirred me, waking me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open as my head rose in time to see through the darkness a figure step through a door, locking it behind them. A flip of the switch, and I cringed against the harsh light.After adjusting, I looked at the man, and everything came rushing back.I guess in sleep I hoped to forget I was a captive taped to a chair.Six walked to the bed, dumping half a dozen plastic bags.“Did you just wake up?”I scowled at him.He chuckled, then stepped over, ripping the tape from my mouth.“Ouch! Asshole, motherfucking hurt!” The sting of the tape taking hair was worse than a wax job.“You’ll be fine.” He rummaged through the bags, pulling out a few boxes of hair dye.“What’s that for?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious.“Are you going to tell me what you know?”I shook my head again.He pulled the gun out of his waistband. “Should I just shoot you now?”“No.”He tore open one of the packages, emptying the

 Grunting and some curses greeted me in the morning as I fought to either wake or sleep. The pain in my side from a rogue spring told me I wanted to go back to sleep. My back was sore. The shittastic mattress was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever slept on. But I was no longer pinned down by a body.He was the one making all the noise. I groaned and sat up. There was twisting and muscles flexing and my captor looking way too hot as he fought with whatever inanimate object was giving him trouble.I yawned and scratched at my head. My hair had to be a mess—he kept twisting it in the night as I moved around to get it away from him. It was a chore to open my eyes and look at him. Every part of me was stiff.He didn’t pay any attention to me. I made a huffing noise as I threw the covers back and made my way to the bathroom. I used my fingers to comb through my hair to get the knots out and straighten the mess out some, but the only thing it seemed to be doing was breaking and f