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“And I’m telling you how I feel.” He grabs my shoulders, whipping me around and sucking me in deep with his eyes. “Angel mine, I’ve never felt as overprotective around anyone as I feel around you. Fuck, you’ve...,” he drags a ragged breath, “you’ve made me addicted to you. I have never felt much at all but with you I feel everything. Anger, frustration, adoration, lust... love.”
My breath hitches. Warmth spreads in my chest and it feels as if I’m levitating. Trembling, I lift my hands and cup his face. “Can you promise you won’t let anything happen to me?”
He nods gravely. “I’m going to protect you, I’m going to build walls so high around you and kill anyone who tries to trespass. And inside those walls, I will tend to you, love you, hold you and kiss you until you forget what’s beyond.”
I drag a jerky breath, looking into his eyes with admiration and he’s got me all twisted. Nothing can throw him off balance and I think I’ve needed someone like him my whole life. He’s determined where I falter, calm when I can’t be and hard when I need something to lean on. If he was in a screenplay he would be the villain, but in my love story he ended up being the hero.
That control I so tightly held on to has been released. I never could let go before because I didn’t have anyone, willing to build those walls for me but now I do.
“Then I’m yours for life,” I whisper, tipping my head when he nestles his face against my throat, threads his fingers through my hair and I let out a moan. He grazes my skin with his teeth, letting out a rough sound that tells me he’s going to need my services. And I can’t think of anything more important to do right now than serve the hitman who owns my heart.
Epilogue
Ava-One year later
I hear him entering through the front door, and I put down my brush and fluff up my hair. Harm likes me natural but he also likes the dolled up look and I finish off with the last slick off blush. My eyes shine when I glance at myself in the mirror and anyone can tell I’m a well-loved woman. He makes me look and feel so good that there’s been rumors whether the former child-actress has had plastic surgery. I haven’t, it’s just what happens when you’re injected with a dose of hot and honeyed love. More people should try it.
Rearranging my cleavage, I pop down on a chaise, hold my breath and grab a fashion magazine to pretend to be unbothered. It gets Harm worked up-me pretending to be unbothered that is-and sometimes I enjoy ruffling his feathers. Though, I did more than just ruffle his feathers a month ago when I nearly lost my life. Turns out, that old fortune teller had been right all along. Such a shame, she hadn’t known the name of the man wanting me dead.Nicky. One month ago, he showed up at my house, screaming at me and waving a knife around. He was tired of me rejecting his propositions about re-entering showbiz. His other clients had begun leaving him, he was losing money and I was his last hope.
When I refused, he snapped.
...Sort of because his plans for revenge failed so miserably it was almost comical. I barely even felt a lick of fear before Harm broke through the door and tackled him. He picked him up by the collar, and hauled him toward the cliffs where he introduced Nicky to what happens when you mess with a hitman’s lady. Harm told me he’d put a tracker on Nicky, said the guy gave him an off vibe and I’m so relieved he listened to his instinct instead of me.
I shiver when he stops in the doorway, leaning against it on his arms and his eyes fire to me. My breath is slow in my throat, my eyes darting but I can barely see what’s in front of me. I’m only aware of my husband and his presence now. Clearing his throat, he rasps without coming closer,
“What are you reading?”
My cheeks heat. “Just staying updated on the new summer fashion trends, but most of it is the usual stuff, short dresses, tight jumpsuits, itty bitty tops...”
“Can’t wait to see you in them.” He walks over to me and I drop the magazine, sinking deeper into the chair and resting my arms over my head because I feel lush around him. Drunk or maybe just addicted. He sits down beside me and his eyes watch me as if he needs me more than anything. “But do you know what I have been dying to see on you?”
I shake my head.
“Something I deeply, deeply crave.” Leaning forward he presses his lips against mine and they’re softer, now that my chapstick constantly rubs off on him but they’re still the same hard, ruthless lips I fell in love with. He strokes my abdomen. “I want to see this filled up with my baby.”
Gasping, I scramble before an unexpected smile crosses my face. His hands go lower, one cupping my behind, the other starting to tease me between my legs and I squirm, laughing a little. “I thought kids weren’t your thing.”
His eyes sink into mine. “They’re not, but you carrying a part of me inside of you is definitely my thing. Are you on board, angel?”
“Absolutely,” I pant, locking my mouth against his and at the first flick of his tongue, my mind goes black. “When can we start...,” I begin but he is already yanking at my nightgown and the matching underwear that goes with it. “I guess now...”
“Fuck, I wish we’d done this earlier,” Harm growls and his face twists in to something primal, “why didn’t I do this earlier?”
“You were too busy with just me,” I snicker and his hands are full of me, touching me everywhere and sometimes it feels as if there’s not enough of me, which is why he needs to do it again and again just to satisfy that first compulsion. “I love you, Harm.”
He clasps my chin, his eyes softening for a split second before he attacks my mouth, groaning, “And I love you.”
The End
