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I never intended for her to see that painting, but I should have known the second I hid it from her that it would just pique her curiosity. She seems the sort.
She’s out cold by the time I get her to her room, so I place her on the bed and pull the throw at the bottom of the bed up and over her.
Reluctantly, I leave her to sleep, and slip next door to my own room. I strip off and climb into the shower, and as I stand there under the scalding hot spray, I bask in the afterglow of our heated encounter. I can’t help but wonder what other secrets she’s capable of uncovering. Her piercing green eyes hold an air of mystery which just draws me in even more.
I meant what I said to her, about her holding back and who she can really be if she just lowers her guard. But I don’t think it’s soaked in yet. She doesn’t fully believe me. But she will.
Even if I have to continue to teach her lessons like the one I gave her today. Hell, if it’s that much fun, Iwanther to take her time learning who she is. I’m more than willing to show her, over and over again.
I know I have to be careful though. I can’t let myself get too attached to her. But it’s hard. It’s hard because she’s fucking gorgeous, tempting and intoxicating. But also because ever since she arrived, I’ve not had a single thought about ending it all. And that’s unheard of with me. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s got me under her spell. It’s strange because we’ve only just met, but I feel like I can trust her…maybe even confide in her later down the line.
Or maybe I’m crazy and I’m thinking with my pussy-whipped dick.
It doesn’t matter. If I’ve been willing – actively willing – to die every single day since I got here and learned what was really expected of us, then it really doesn’t matter if she’s just using me. Because I’d rather live a lie with her, than be dead without her.
EMOTIONS ARE FOR PUSSIES
‘THE HIGH’ – BRYCE SAVAGE
BONES
This is a terrible idea. I told Seytan as much but the old bitch never fucking listens to me. We’ve been summoned to the mainland for a job and we’ve been instructed to take the new girl with us.
Horrible idea.
She’s new. She hasn’t got a clue what’s really going on behind the scenes at this establishment, and, as such, she’s likely to be a fucking liability who gets us all killed tonight.
I creep into her room, which is ridiculous considering I’m here to wake her up, but old habits and all that. The lump under the covers is stupidly small, like she’s all curled up like some small animal in hibernation. It’s hard to think of her as a killer – a killer of our calibre anyway – but there you go. She’s here for a reason so she must be good at something.
As I approach the bed, I can hear her soft snores. I gently nudge her shoulder, and she stirs in her sleep, muttering something under her breath. I clear my throat to wake her up properly, even though what I really want is to watch her sleep. And fuck her.
“Time to wake up, newbie,” I say, my voice low and rough. “We’ve got a job to do tonight.”
She blinks a few times, and I can see the realisation slowly dawning on her face.
“Right, okay,” she says, rubbing her eyes. “What do I need to know?”
I shake my head, frustrated. “You need to know that we’re heading into dangerous territory tonight. The people we’re dealing with are not the sort to take kindly to any missteps.”
She nods, and I can see the determination in her eyes. “I won’t let you down,” she says, throwing back the covers and revealing her naked body in all its glory.
My dick stirs to life, but now is not the time.
I snort. “We’ll see about that. Get fucking dressed.”
“What shall I wear?”
I glance down at my form-fitting all back asylum-issued outfit and raise a brow at her.
“A fucking cocktail dress, princess.”
“Ha-fucking-ha.” She stands and brushes past me, deliberately getting too close so that her skin grazes mine, causing me to grit my teeth. I need to keep my cool and stay focused. A pair of tits and a shaved cunt aren’t going to be the reason I die tonight.
As she rummages through her closet for something to wear, I lean against the door frame and watch her. She’s like a deer in the headlights, unsure of what to do next. For all her bravado, I can sense her nervous energy, and it’s making me antsy. We don’t have time for this. I need her to focus, to get her head in the game.
“Come on,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “We don’t have all night.”
She shoots me a look over her shoulder, one that’s half death glare and half sexy smoulder, and I can tell she’s annoyed, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she pulls out a red dress and slips it over her head. It’s tight, clinging to her curves in all the right places, and suddenly I can’t take my eyes off her. She catches my gaze and smirks, as if she knows what’s going through my head.
