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A large hand cups my ass and pulls me in harder against him and his teeth bite down softly on my lower lip, causing me to moan softly.
Then he lightens his touch, which sends shivers down my spine as he caresses my skin as if he’s afraid to touch.
I don’t know why, but he appears lost somehow. There’s a desperation about him that isn’t unfamiliar, and I reach up and run my fingers through his hair and then cup his cheek, kissing him back with a strange emotion inside. This isn’t about sex anymore. He is somewhere else and as he kisses me with so much desperation, I wonder what is running through his mind.
I’m surprised when he breaks away and pulls me tight against him, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. I feel his rock-hard cock straining against his jeans and know already my panties may never recover.
When you hold a god in your arms and his strong heart beats against yours, it gives you unexpected power to move mountains. I am invincible with him by my side. I can do anything, and he empowers me. I am no longer thinking about sex. My mind has shifted away from a quick fix and is now focused on the bigger picture.
Apollo is right, I am better than this and yet being in his arms makes me a queen, not a whore. We may be making out in a trailer in a parking lot, but the way I’m feeling now, we could be in a gold palace.
He may be a rough tattooed killer, but right now, in this moment, he is everything.
CHAPTER 7
APOLLO
Melissa has done the unthinkable. She has unleashed the beast who lives inside me, who is sharpening its claws ready for revenge.
Being with a woman like her is different for me. I’m used to whores mainly. Rough women off the street who I owe nothing to. A quick fuck and a fistful of dollars end our contract, which is exactly how I like it.
Occasionally I fuck the hired help. They know the score, but I never lose control around decent women who deserve more than I can give them.
I am so close to breaking my own rule with her. To give in to the urge I am experiencing to make her mine. To go there anyway and fuck the consequences. To forget, to repair and to move on. But it’s an impossible dream, so I bury my face in her neck and inhale sharply, giving my head time to bring my heart back in line.
I must be stronger, be better, and practice what I preach, so I pull back and say softly, “Let’s get you home.”
To her credit, she says nothing at all. No protestations, no attempt to change my mind, and she dresses quietly and with purpose. There is no attitude heading my way, either. She has accepted what this is and is going quietly.
For now.
I must play this carefully because Melissa doesn’t realize who has their sights set on her and her father blowing his fucking brains out is the least of her problems.
I am a contract killer, and she is my target. Not to kill—not this time—not yet anyway.
I must gain her trust and then, when the order comes, take her to a location she may never make it back from.
Fuck! I inhale deeply because I fucking hate working with women. It doesn’t sit well with me, which is why it’s best my heart packed up and left years ago.
I won’t let her in, to bleed through the cracks of my conscience because Melissa Remington is and will always be a job to me.
When we are respectable, I nod toward the door.
“I’ll take you home.”
“We’re not going there in this?” She raises her eyes and I grin wickedly.
“No, I have a much better form of transport in mind.”
We head out into the starry night, the cold wind doing nothing to help. It’s freezing out here and it won’t get much better as I grab two helmets on my way out.
“What are they?” Her voice catches and I toss one her way and grin.
“Transport, baby.”
“But–”
“But nothing. It’s the only way you’re getting home tonight, so keep your opinion to yourself.”
