And I believe him.
Because I can feel it, the way I'm still trembling in his lap, the way his cock throbs against my center like it is counting down the seconds.
He sees the blood, the rage, the violence and it doesn’t make him hesitate. It makes him harder.
I put a round in Knox tonight.
And the way Seth looks at me says he is ready for a few rounds of something else.
Chapter 38
Brooke
By the time we reach the safe house, my body is still humming with leftover adrenaline. My pulse feels too quick, my breath too shallow, like my nerves haven’t caught up to reality yet. Even my hands feel different. I keep replaying the moment I pull the trigger, the strange calm that follows, the knowledge that I’ve reclaimed something that had been taken from me.
There's blood on both of us. Not as much as before, but enough that I can feel it drying against my skin. Seth drags me to the sink and rinses it off quickly, his hands rough and efficient as water runs pink over our fingers before clearing.
Seth takes my hand without a word and guides me through the house. His grip stays firm, pulling me past dim lamps and quiet hallways until we reach a door near the back.
“Come here,” he says. “I want to show you something.”
He opens the door, and heat washes over my skin.
The pool room glows under soft blue light. Water ripples gently beneath the surface, steam curling upward and catching along the glass walls.
I stare at it in disbelief.
“I’ve been here two months,” I murmur, “and I never knew this was an indoor pool.”
Seth laughs once.
“I know, this place has everything.”
I turn toward him, and the sight of him nearly strips the breath from my lungs. The humid air clings to his shirt, outlining the muscle beneath. His tattoos cut across his skin in heavy black lines, each one stark against the strength in his chest and arms. He watches me with a hunger that makes my stomach tighten, the look that feels like a hand wrapping around my spine.
I don’t look away.
He steps closer, cups my jaw, and lifts my face to his.
“Do you trust me?”
My breath shudders.
“With my life,” I whisper.
Something eases in his expression. He kisses me, slow at first, then deeper, anchoring me to the present, to him, to the heat in his mouth instead of the memory of drowning.
He turns toward the speaker and taps the screen.
Deftones fill the room, drifting across the warm air and echoing off the water.
Seth pulls his shirt over his head. Dark ink stretches across his torso in heavy lines that follow the shape of powerful muscle. A second later his pants slide down his hips and drop to the floor.
I can't look away.
His body looks built for violence and desire. Every line draws my attention. His cock presses thick and heavy against his briefs before he pushes the fabric down and steps free.
He catches my stare and smirks.
