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I pulled the trigger. I put a bullet between his eyes, blood splashing from his skull.
I made a face. I hadn’t needed to kill the man, but nobody fucking broke into my room and took my wife hostage. Nobody fucked with her. As soon as he had threatened to kill her, I knew he was a dead man. Before maybe I could have let him live, but the piece of fucking human garbage had threatened her, and that would not stand.
I tossed the gun aside, making a disgusted face, and then quickly went to Selena. I pulled the duct tape off her and pulled a pair of panties from her mouth.
“Nash!” she said. “You killed him.”
“Yeah.” I ripped the tape from her wrists and ankles. “I did.”
She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight, crying onto my chest.
I held her back. She probably would never understand why I had killed that man, and I was okay with that. I could bear that burden for the both of us. It was my job; it was what I was trained for.
I was a killer and always would be.
The cops swarmed the scene like bugs.
Three hours later, we had been questioned by every single detective in the area. Our story was always the same: When I’d wrestled the gun from the attacker, it had gone off, killing him instantly. Selena didn’t seem conflicted about telling this small lie.
Nobody would miss the dead fucking psycho.
Livy stood next to me, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Nash. I don’t know how this happened.”
“Apologize to Selena,” I said. “I’m fine.”
“She’s pretty shaken up.”
“Yeah,” I grunted. “She’s upset.”
“For good reason.”
“Sure.” I stretched, already sick of the questions. Selena was talking to yet another detective, telling him the same damn story again. I just wanted to get her out of there, back to somewhere safe.
Finally, the detective stopped grilling her. I left Livy and walked over to Selena, putting my arm around her. “You okay?” I asked.
“Fine,” she said. “God, Nash, that was so crazy.”
“I know, but you’re safe with me.”
She looked at me for a second. “I know that.”
“Want to get out of here?”
“Yeah, but we don’t have a room.”
“Hotel gave us another if you want some quiet.”
“Let’s go.”
I kept my arm around her and led her back inside. Nobody stopped us as we got into the elevator and went up to the top floor.
We didn’t talk. We didn’t have to. I think we both knew what we wanted. We moved down the hallway and I unlocked the door.
It was a much smaller room, a normal-size room. It had a single bathroom and a single queen-size bed.
As soon as the door shut, I pressed Selena up against the wall and kissed her hard.
She kissed me back, not surprised. She wrapped her arms around me, mouth pressed hard against mine, hands running through my hair.
I was on fucking fire. My cock was rock fucking hard, and in that moment, I needed her more than anything.
Because the only thing I’d kept thinking when that psycho had pressed his gun to her head was that I wanted him to kill me, not her. I was willing to take a bullet for her if it meant she would be spared.
I’d never really felt that sort of attachment to a single person before. I would have died for my country or for my squad, but that was a different thing. What I’d felt for Selena in that moment was reckless and intense passion. I would have done anything for her, which was why I had put a bullet in that scumbag’s skull.
I’d kill for her.
As I kissed her, I knew what I wanted, and I was going to take what I wanted.
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Selena
As I kissed him back, I knew what I needed.
He had killed for me. Maybe he didn’t need to, but he had anyway. I was soaking wet as he pressed his strong body against mine, pinning me against the wall, and I wanted him so badly I could barely think.
He had risked himself for me. He’d made his move and made it fast, taking that guy out like it was nothing. He’d struck the psycho hard and fast, taking him out and then finishing him off. He could have played along, but I could tell that the moment the psycho threatened me, Nash was going to make a move. I could see it in his eyes.
He cared about me, more than he was probably willing to admit. And in that moment, watching Nash kill for me, I knew I felt the same way. I was falling deeply for him, body and mind, and after the rush and emotional terror of the last few minutes, I was ready to give myself to him.
He pressed his hands down my thin shorts, bypassing my panties, and pressed his fingers against my soaked clit.
