“Sorry…” I whisper, wriggling out of the tight embrace of a stranger I literally fell on after climbing over the fence. “Um… have you seen my Matilda?”
When I get nervous, I start talking nonstop. And right now I’m not just nervous—I’m in the deepest panic, because I clearly understand that I’ve probably caught a killer, judging by the sniper rifle and the icy look in his eyes.
“Didn’t see your Matilda, but I don’t mind taking a look! Show me!” the neighbor snarls, staring at me in a way that makes my legs go weak.
“Who am I supposed to show?” I ask, confused.
“Your pussy!”
Oh—looks like this handsome man and I don’t understand each other. I guess it’s time to get out of here!
She is a spoiled rich girl, trying to prove to everyone around her that she isn’t just an indulged empty-headed doll with an angelic face. Even though her father sent her to the village, she won’t get lost there either.
He is a killer who failed to carry out a contract and is forced to hide in an old house that he inherited from his grandmother.
Between them—sparks, madness, passion! And a pussy that has to be saved. Meow