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“Jessica—”
“It tickles,” I cried out, my legs tensing as I fought the instinct to kick him in the face.
His lips twitched like he was trying to hold back his smile.
“Don’t move,” he said in a low, warning tone that sent a warm shiver through my body.
And then his mouth was on mine.
Coaxing. Inviting. Taking everything I wanted to give him and didn’t know how.
My chest pitched when I felt the tip of the blade skate up my stomach, dragging my shirt up my body and leaving chills in its wake. My toes curled against the comforter when he dragged the flat side along the underside of my breast, and I cried out when he slammed the blade into the headboard above us.
Kieran sat back and put some space between us, his chest moving roughly as he studied me with a satisfied grin that made him look so much less threatening.
My heart was racing.
Adrenaline was coursing through my body.
And I wanted more.
He’ll ruin you.
I forced the thought from my mind and watched as he bent to place a kiss on my stomach, then moved my shirt back down.
There wasn’t a scratch on me.
Why would Lily ever want to leave this?
Kieran jerked, his eyes hardening. “What?”
My stomach sank as I tried to take back words I knew I couldn’t have said.
“Kieran . . .”
“This place?” he asked, his voice hard and unforgiving. “She hated it. Me? We’ve been over that.”
“I didn’t mean to . . .” I bit out a curse and sat up. “I just don’t understand. I’ve never had something like this. I’ve never wanted to be touched. And with you”—I shrugged unapologetically—“I don’t want you to stop touching me. I didn’t want what you were doing to end.”
He watched for me long seconds before he said, “I never did that with her.” His eyes lifted to the knife sticking out of the headboard. “She hated what I was. Hated whenever she saw me with a knife for any reason. I taught her to use one for basic defense, but she hated the idea of them. Anything that would connect me or her to this life she wanted nothing to do with.”
Suddenly I understood why he freaked out the night before—why he’d been so frustrated when he thought I was using his jobs and the fact that he was an assassin as a reason to leave.
If only you knew.
Tick. Tock.
Tick. Tock.
“I feel special.” It came out sarcastic, but I liked that he’d never done those things with her.
“You pulled a knife on me the first few times we met.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “Figured you’d be able to handle it.”
“You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed,” I admitted and held his surprised stare, daring him to challenge my confession.
“Why?” he finally asked.
Because they would’ve ruined me.
