Page 11 of Hearts Of Darkness

In response, my gaze drops to her full breasts pressed flush against her white T-shirt, and my dick twitches. I need to screw her out of my system, and sooner rather than later. She’s developing a dangerous habit of pricking my conscience.

“Please… I’ll do anything.”

Anything?

It’s always the same fucking script. First, they plead, and then they beg. She’s stalling the inevitable by trying to appeal to my humanity. I feel a flash of pity for her then because I left it behind in some middle eastern shit hole over a decade ago.

She takes a hesitant step in my direction, her blue eyes slamming into mine. “Take me instead. I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t fight you. Just leave my father alone.”

I stare back at her, not giving a thing away. Truth is, I’m more than tempted. Different scenarios flash before my eyes, ones of her arching her back in pleasure as I grind my tongue into her pussy, me fucking that stunning mouth, her lush bodyfolded over the side of my bed as I pound her into oblivion.Oh, my angel, that might be the best suggestion of your life.

Seconds later, a massive explosion is ripping through the bowels of the hospital.

We’re thrown to the floor under a hail of shattered glass and flying debris. Rolling sideways, I have just enough time to cover her body with my own before a second explosion is rocking the building.

I’m smart enough to realize that this pyrotechnic shit show is for my benefit. I’m under attack. Garcia’s men have been hot on my trail ever since I landed. I was forced to lay low until Nicolas got word that some DEA agent had been shot up and laid out on a hospital bed a few blocks away. Easy prey, or so we thought. Nothing sends a message more effectively than violating a man when he’s exposed like that.

“Dad,” she croaks, trying to push me off her. “I need to check—”

“Stay the fuck down!”

I need to get the hell out of here before the cops show up, but I can’t bring myself to move just yet, not when I’m basking in an extreme close-up of those luscious pink lips. I want to sink my teeth into them and see how loud she screams.

The look she’s giving me is stoking a thousand fires. This woman hates me as much as she wants me, but I’ll tip those odds in my favor, given half the chance. Eve’s paradise lies in my bed. Only then will she discover that I’m as skilled at giving pleasure as I am at dishing out pain.

There’s the sound of distant gunfire now. Even so, I can’t drag my mind away from how good her body feels. It’s a perfect palate to seduce and defile… Her dark hair is covered in dust, and a thin trickle of blood is leaving an angry red trail across her forehead. I want to run my finger across it, lick it, taste it, obliterate the hurt.

My decision is wavering.

“What’s going on out there?” I hear her ask.

I know what she’s implying—that this mess has something to do with me.

“My life,” I grit out, transferring my weight to my elbow and yanking the cell from my back pocket.

There’s no point denying it.

She’s a part of it now, whether she likes it or not.

Nicolas putsan extraction plan into place immediately. I listen to the approaching exchange of gunfire as I decide whether or not to finish the job in here first. I’m stalling again, and it’s irritating the fuck out of me.

I rise to my feet to snap a fresh clip into my weapon and then haul her up by her arm.

“Get your things. We’re leaving.”

She gazes at me with those wide-ass sapphires, so innocent and child-like.

I don’t bother to contradict what’s racing through her mind. My decision is made. Putting a bullet in her father’s skull is now the least of my worries.

“Just give me a minute to—”

“There’s no time for that,” I say harshly.

She jerks out of my hold regardless and leans across the bed to check on her father, cringing at the fresh wave ofmayhem outside.

The fight is getting closer. Nicolas’ men are holding Garcia’s mob at bay, but we need to move.

“Time to go, Eve.”

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