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She’s breathing hard, her eyes vibrant as she glares at me from under her thick black lashes. She’s used to getting her own way, and I’m more than happy to put her in her place.
Her crop top rides up, and I hate seeing her bulletproof vest underneath. She shouldn’t have a reason to wear it. Immediately, I realize I’m being hypocritical. She and I are one and the same.
Her gun falls to the floor, making a thud. I want to strip her bare, so she’s forced to show me her vulnerability. I want to be the one she has to turn to. I want to help. Everything I felt for her years ago has intensified a hundred times. But she’s glaring at me like she hates me.
My legs straddle hers, and I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to sink my cock into her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“Let’s go over the rules,” I state, enjoying her being beneath me. Her wiggling has my hard cock turning to steel. “I call the shots from now on.” My lips curl upward, knowing she’s going to freak the shit out when I finally tell her she’s going to be my wife. Her body squirms harder underneath mine. I have to suck back a moan.
She immediately freezes, and I have no doubt she understands what she does to me.
“I don’t think so. I’m no one’s property, and most importantly, I’m better than you, Fin O’Conner.”
“That was then, Luna, but you’re mine now. There’s no getting away from me.”
Her honeyed vocals turn into a growl, and I love every second. Knowing I have her family behind me adds to the sweetness.
“What was that?” she asks, her eyes turning toward the door.
I wasn’t born yesterday. She can’t distract me.
I lean closer to her face to prove my dominance over her. I don’t mind her hating me right now, when I know the end goal will be us together forever.
But, this is where I make my mistake. Her sweet lips that I imagine around my cock clamp down on my ear, followed by her teeth grinding against my skin, causing me to yell like a schoolboy who’s had his nuts kicked for the first time.
But suddenly, glass shatters as I roll off the bed, grasping my ear, and Luna rolls off the other side, moving away from me. She’s at the window, firing back at whoever is there as I catch up to the situation. Gun fire is exchanged, the muffled noise blocked by silencers. Someone is trying to kill us.
“Make yourself useful and kill someone like you’re trained to do!” she yells as another bullet comes through the window. I hear the soft cushion of the bed rip a foot from me.
“Who the hell wants you dead?”
She tosses me a gun, and I move under the curtains to get a better view. “Maybe if you’d stayed in my life, you would know,” she answers, moving away from the window to go sit back on the bed. I stand, ensuring a bullet has to fly through me before it has a chance to touch her. Lifting the yellowing curtains, we can hear tires squealing. Black smoke litters the parking lot as a car erratically swerves to escape the scene.
“They’re gone now.”
“They’ll come back tonight. We need to move locations,” she says with zero emotion, like this is her everyday life.
It makes me feel like an asshole. The whole reason I never tried to get closer to her was because I didn’t want to put her in danger. Our families’ silent truce ended with my putting an arrow through her. Family is everything, and I have next to none, while she has an army of it. I had to stick with my uncle when the feuding began.
I remind myself her loyalties are similar. Family is always first.
I can physically see her blocking out her emotions, going through the process of standing and repacking her guns. I follow her lead and stop thinking of the past. We can’t dwell in emotions with our way of life.
We chose a job within our world that has a low life expectancy. It’s why we work alone. We don’t have significant others or families of our own. They get in the way.
“I have a place we can go.” I toss her the gun in my hand, trying to distance myself. I allowed myself to forget she’s a job. Everything I felt for her came barreling back into me and had me losing myself. My motives are blurred between doing this for my uncle and because I want to. The realistic fact is that her and I will be married, making her more than a job.
She is the first and only person to ever have that power over me. It’s frightening how quickly I forgot my real mission here. I have to get close to Luna so she’ll trust me. If this is going to work, I have to treat her better than I would any other job. With purpose and a lot of charm.
“How do I know you aren’t working for the other side?” she asks, her eyes narrowing on me.
What other side? The one who just shot at us?
Luna is the smartest chick I have ever known. She should go with her instincts. I may not be trying to kill her, but my intentions aren’t what they seem.
To deflect the question, I give her my standard charm and my cocky smile that gets me anything I want. “I would have killed you by now. We both know I have no patience for playing with my prey,” I reply.
Which would be true if she was anyone other than Luna Rossi. I wink, annoying her and distracting her all at the same time.
