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Whoooa ya?Do I still care about Fin?
I stop and hear a low masculine murmur. Tiptoeing, I head toward the sound and see Fin and his uncle in the shadows of a small room. His body is stiff, and I can see his square jaw clenching. He still has the same mannerisms as before when he gets upset. With his uncle, his guard is down, or he can’t hide his emotions in front of him.
Watching them, I go on alert. It’s suspicious they need to be somewhere private to have a little conversation.
“You need to get your shit together,” his uncle scolds him like a child. I’m shocked that Fin stands there taking it. I’ve never known him to take shit from anyone. “You’re letting your emotions show. That’s how it started with your father. Now, I know you to be a real man. Don’t disappoint me like my brother did.”
Fin’s hands curl into fists, and I feel a pang of pity for him. He stands there, his face now masked. It looks cold and deadly, the suit he’s wearing highlighting his tense shoulders.
“Do we have a problem?” his uncle asks.
Fin’s lifeless eyes stare into his uncle’s. When he doesn’t answer, the older man clocks him in the face with his fist.
Fin is calm, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he loses control.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been such a brat to him.
“If you ever lay a hand on me again, we will have a problem, Uncle.” His voice has a scary edge to it. One I’ve never heard before.
“Then don’t give me a reason.” His uncle stalks out of the room, and I hold my breath. I place my back to the wall, praying he doesn’t turn. I’m in the open with nowhere to easily hide.
I expect Fin to follow him shortly. When he doesn’t, I chance a quick glance into the room. It’s empty. I step into the dark place.Where the hell did he go?
I’m pushed against the wall, and a hand holds me in place by my throat. Fin’s crisp scent washes over me.
“Spying on me?” His voice is gruff, and I wish I could see his face better. His thumb brushes over my pulse, and his chest presses against mine. For once in my life, I’m speechless. My hand moves up slowly, and he allows it. My fingers trace his lips. A small speck of blood smears over them.
“Why don’t you trust me enough to let me in?” I breathe. I hate the vulnerability laced in my tone. He’s silent, his chest heaving against mine—the only indication he is feeling something.
His forehead rests on mine, our lips incredibly close. “You are my weakness, Luna,” he says gruffly. His free hand slides up the smooth material of my silk dress along my hip. It sends a jolt to my heart, and I suck in a breath.
His hand continues across my stomach and down. “The thought that someone wants to hurt you fucks with my head.”
His hand slips between the material and my leg, his fingers leaving my skin hot, and they lazily trail over my flesh.
“That’s why I disappeared on you. I couldn’t deal with the thought of you getting hurt because of me,” he confesses.
I’m a glutton for punishment. His fingers slip between my thighs, and I widen my stance for him. His touch sends desire straight to my apex.
“It was easier to look at myself in the mirror, knowing you were safe without me.”
I’m panting. His words, his touch. Together, they have turned my pussy wet and needy for him. His finger teases my folds before two sink into me. I automatically moan. Then he’s kissing me.
My lips open for him, and his tongue sweeps in. His hand stays on my neck, his thumb circling my pulse. A shiver of delight races down my spine. I should get my body under control, stop this. But my mind is weak and allows him to control me.
His fingers fuck me tirelessly while he plays with my clit in the same rhythm. My hands are clawing at him, trying to touch him more, but he keeps me in place. I hate the feel of his guns under his jacket, because it limits my ability to touch him.
He ends the kiss, but his lips stay on me. He continues his assault down my neck, his fingers slowly moving off with each press of his lips.
“Let’s make a deal.” His tone is husky.
“Mmm” is the only sound I can make. My eyes are closed as my body feels like it’s levitating. His now free hand pinches my nipple through the fabric, bringing me closer to orgasm.
“We work together to complete your contract.”
“You don’t play well with others.” I moan as his fingers twist at my sensitive nub.
“I play well with you.” His kisses glide toward my collarbone and chest.
