Page 16 of The Hitman’s Obsession

“I don’t think you fully understand your situation, Annie.”

“Oh, I don’t?” she sneers.

“I screwed up a job, Annie. My boss will be pissed. Your dad still owes him two million, and he has no way of getting it. He sent men to your place. More will come looking for you. And I’m the only man alive who can keep you safe.”

Her face starts to soften. Pink creeps up her neck to her cheeks. Finally, she’s starting to get it. The defiance melts from her eyes, and she looks at me less like the monster I am and more like what I want to be.

A partner. A companion.

Stay with me, gorgeous.

Be with me.

“Fine,” she replies slowly. “So what happens next?”

6

ANNIE

My pulse flutters in my neck like a leaf on the wind as I step out of the truck and follow Roman up to the house. I’m leaving my apartment and I’m never going back. And the man sent to kill me is now the one protecting me.

The way he was acting in the truck has my mind spinning. Before, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. But on the way here, it’s like he was doing everything he could do not to look at me.

I wanted to shout at him to get his attention. And I still do.

As he walks up to the cabin, I feel those same familiar emotions welling up inside of me again. The urge to give in. The urge to submit. But most of all, the urge to please.

Yes, I want to please my kidnapper. The man who was sent to kill me.

Even if I’m still fuming. Even if a part of me hates him.

I want him to want me.

Roman has given me something no other man has ever come close to giving me, a thrill that will not go away. Not even remotely. One minute I want to scream at him and hit him and punish him for what he’s done, and the next I want to throw myself into his arms, feel his hands all over me, and have him tear my clothes off while he fills my ears with naughty whispers.

My feelings for Roman are a jumbled mess. But I believe him when he says he’s doing all this to protect me. To keep me safe.

He holds the door for me when I get up the steps. There he goes again, being a gentleman. Being romantic. His eyes stay clear of me, but I catch him snatching a glimpse of my ass as I step inside, and my whole body starts to tingle again.

In my world of an unstable home, an unreliable father, and wimpy boys who couldn’t take charge if I paid them, there is something so hot about the way Roman does whatever he wants.

Especially when it comes to me.

I can’t run. I can’t escape. And if he wants to take control and ravage me like he did back at my apartment, there’s nothing I could do to stop him.

Not like I’d want to.

Even now, I can’t stop thinking about the way he fucked me. Down on the floor, my face grinding against the dirt as he slid inside and took me without hesitation. Most girls probably picture losing their virginity to their boyfriend in a sweet, dreamy setting with a warm bedroom and candles, dim lighting, and nice music playing. They think they’ll lie on their back and do it missionary, take things slowly so they can get used to it.

I never wanted that. And Roman knew it.

He knew just from looking at me what I wanted. What I needed. And he gave it to me.

I’m still sore from the pounding he gave me. I can feel every step in my pussy, a reminder of just how big and thick he is. How ruthless and rough.

I’m a hot mess, sweating and still dripping cum into my panties as I enter the cabin.

But as I stop beside him, a storm of jealousy enters my mind.