Page 19 of Stalking His Assassin

His eyes widen in surprise.

"I can't let you leave," I say definitively.

I don't want him to think there's another option. Though, I suspect if he were to tell me he wants to leave, I would free him. Ugh. Why are feelings so messy? I want to keep him no matter what. I want to be the anti-heroine who kidnaps the hero and claims him for herself, but I want him to want to be kidnapped, too. I don't want to force him if he doesn't want to stay.

See confusing!

I want to keep him even if he doesn't want me to, but I don't want him to stay if he doesn't want to either. I blame this whole confusing mess on Tomas.

"I told you there's no place I'd rather be than locked away in your castle," he says earnestly.

I can read people. There's not a poker face that I can't see through, and Christos has nothing but sincerity on his face and in his tone.

"Do you have any contracts currently?"

He crosses his arms over his broad chest, and my eyes hungrily eat up the arm porn he's displaying right now. Who knew arms could be so dang attractive?

"Would it matter if I did?" he asks.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. What was the question… oh, yeah, contracts… I drag my eyes away from his body and meet his gaze. "I would complete them, if necessary," I reply simply.

He raises a brow. "You would take on my contracts?"

"You would collect the funds, of course. It would be solely to keep your name in good standing. Hades is one of the top assassins for a reason. We all know reputation is everything in this business."

"I don't need the money."

I shrug. "Me either. So, who do I need to go kill?"

He chuckles. "No contracts, little wolf. I've been distracted chasing a ghost."

That makes me blush because he's talking about me and our little game of cat and mouse. "Ghosts aren't easy to catch."

His hand darts out and grips the back of my neck, pulling me forward so our lips are a hairsbreadth apart. I could easily get away. His hold is firm but not tight. The possessive hold has me ready to melt into him. I don't understand it, but it makes me want to submit to his desires.

"And yet, I've managed to catch mine," he murmurs against my lips.

"You're the one that's trapped."

"Happily," he growls before crashing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

The grip on my neck releases in favor of him fisting the back of my hair. The tug on my hair flips a switch in my mind, and I become a hungry hussy. My arms go around his neck and crawl into his lap, straddling his muscular thighs. His free hand grips my ass, pulling me flush against his body so his hard cock is pressed against my pussy. I'm cursing my jeans right now.

We kiss and kiss until I'm panting with need and ready to beg him for more. Before I can completely lose my mind, my phone alarm goes off, breaking the sexual fog that's consuming me. I pull away, panting. I don't even have to look to know that my lips are swollen and slick from how desperately we were kissing. I heave out a sigh as I stand on wobbly legs.

I grab my phone and groan at the reminder. I'm supposed to be leaving for the office right now for a meeting with Lance, the second in command at Shield. Well, as in command as a control freak like me allows. I don't hide my screen from Christos as I silence the reminder.

"Do you have a contract?" Christos asks.

"No contracts. Most of my assassining is Syndicate related these days. Or passion projects like Germany. But I do have a meeting I can't miss."

"What kind of meeting?" he asks, eyes narrowed, and if I didn't know better, I would swear he sounds jealous.

"The work kind."

"Not Eris's work, though?"

I shake my head. "No Eris today."

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