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“Did they mention anything specific about the hitman?” he asked, his voice strangely calm.
“They mentioned a scar across his left eye,” I added.
His face hardened, and a flash of fear crossed it that was gone almost as quickly as it had come.
What if he truly was what I thought he was?
I gulped down my sudden batch of nerves. Instinctively, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but it was difficult to feel completely at ease when you knew you had something that was supposed to be a mythical creature sitting right there in your kitchen.
“You’re not safe here, Lexie. The man with the scar, he’s dangerous. He’s the one that sent the mafia to take care of you, and they failed, so now he’s coming for you himself. Now, this is how this is going to go. You’re going to come with me and live with me at my estate for your protection, at least for the time being.”
“I’m not coming with you unless you give me some answers,” I protested, and a flash of frustration crossed his rugged features. His strong jaw tensed, and his dark eyes held a hint of exasperation, but then, just as quickly, a sense of calm and unwavering patience settled over him. His features smoothed, and his gaze locked onto mine with a reassuring steadiness, as if to convey that he had everything under control.
“I promise to tell you everything once we are safely within the walls of my home,” he murmured, his voice gentle and comforting.
“I’m not going anywhere with you!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t make me tell you again, little one,” he warned. His voice was laced with a silent threat, and the memory of his teeth on my nipples flashed before my eyes. As though they were in danger of his bite once again, I crossed my arms over my chest. He glanced downwards knowingly and then back up to my eyes again, as if to make a point, and I felt my face heat in an instant.
Despite the simmering rage welling up inside me, my desire for him continued to smolder, an insistent ember that refused to be extinguished no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. It was a maddening conflict, my body and mind at odds with each other. The intense desire tugged at my every thought, tempting me to surrender to it, but my anger still pulsed through me, a fierce reminder that I needed answers, that I couldn’t let myself be swept away without understanding the truth.
“I have a life here. I have friends, a job, a home. I can’t just uproot my life and go with you. I know hardly anything about you,” I countered, my voice trembling with the emotions coursing through me.
“It’s not an option, Lexie. You’re coming with me, and you’re going to do it without a fight,” he warned, the husky sound of his voice rumbling with silent threat.
I swallowed hard, trying with all my might to maintain my bravado, but then he stood up and I had to contend once again with the difference in size between us.
His towering figure cast a shadow over the room. His features turned dark. With deliberate, unhurried steps, he closed the distance between us, his presence looming larger with each passing moment. He moved in such a way that I had to take several retreating steps until my back bumped against the wall, leaving me with nowhere to go. The air between us crackled with tension, his chocolate eyes drilling into mine, his imposing frame crowding me until there was barely room to breathe.
My gaze had to travel upwards, tracing the lines of his strong jaw and the planes of his chest, lifting my face to meet his dark, intense eyes. His presence seemed to engulf me, every inch of my personal space filled by his formidable frame. I felt the heat of his proximity, the faint scent of his cologne that clung to him, and the sensation of his warm breath brushing against my skin. His hand reached out to rest on my hip, somehow both threatening and comforting at the same time. I waited with bated breath as my core swirled with needy desire.
One of his rough fingers brushed back and forth against the bare skin beneath the hem of my t-shirt.
That single finger was enough to make my heart pound in my chest. I tried to ignore it, but its incessant tracing was making a deep pressure build down in the pit of my belly, and I knew enough about myself to identify it as raw need.
Just being around Kane was enough to make my body catch on fire.
“I won’t go with you,” I whispered, but my voice revealed just how much I was struggling there in front of him.
Instead of responding right away, he reached down and deftly popped open the button of my jeans with one hand, which was somehow more alarming than if he’d ripped them open. His fingers grazed against my bare flesh again, causing a shiver to race down my spine. I chewed the inside of my cheek, my ragged breath another indication of my spiraling desire.
My clit pulsed, and I had trouble keeping still. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I was also more than a little tentative based off what I knew about him now.
“You’re going to come with me, little one. That isn’t up to you,” he growled. A shiver of need coursed up and down my spine, and I lifted my head so that I could look in his eyes. He leaned down and slowly wound his hands around my waist.
With a quick motion, he spun me around and pinned me to the wall. My cheek pressed against the wallpaper, an old, faded design that I’d wanted to rip out ever since I’d move into my apartment, but I’d never had the extra cash or time to do it. The texture was slightly rough against my cheek, a reminder of its age and neglect. One day, I’d get around to it, but it definitely wasn’t going to be today.
“Kane,” I shrieked.
“Hush, Lexie. You and I are going to have a quick discussion about the hierarchy between us. When I say jump, you’re going to jump. You don’t ask how high; you just do it. You’re not safe here, and the longer I linger here with you, the more danger you’re in,” he rumbled, and I snarled, pushing my hands against the wall and trying to escape his solid hold.
I used all my strength, but I didn’t budge a single inch. It was like trying to use my hands to break through a brick wall or stop an incoming train, completely hopeless. Despite my failure, I kept trying, even using my feet to stomp on his toes and kick his shins. I tried bucking my hips backwards, but that only rubbed my jean-clad bottom against the rock-hard spike of his cock.
Slowly, his hands dipped lower to the tops of my unbuttoned jeans.
“Fuck right off, Kane. I’m not a doormat. I’m not just going to obey you simply because you say it,” I spat, my frustration quickly reaching a breaking point. What right did this man have to insert himself in my life like that?
I wasn’t just going to move in simply because he said it. I wasn’t going to let him take me wherever he wanted, no matter if his touch was making my clit pulse right now.
