Page 97 of Rugger: The Huntress

“How do I feel?” She asked.

Her rasp had the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I understood her question clearly and it wasn’t one pertaining to the moment. She wasn’t asking how her pussy felt. Thiswas deeper than that. Deeper than our sexual attraction to one another.

“Better than my first kill.”

The first person’s life I’d ended was the person who’d taken my mother’s life. For the first time since then, my world had begun to revolve again. The day she died, it halted on its axis. I never thought I’d see the day when the clouds cleared and there was life inside of me.

She lifted her body until she was on her feet. She used her elbows to keep her balance. I reached for the camera, but she refused to hand it over.

“What is it that you want from me?”

“Whatever you can give me and nothing more. I want to meet you where you are, just how you are.”

“How do I meet you?”

“By taking a chance. Let me worry. Your presence is my reward.”

“What’s mine?” She smiled.

“You’re sitting on it.”

With the camera still trained on me, Rugger rode my dick until I was spitting up inside of her. We didn’t bother cleaning the mess we’d made. Instead, we managed to fall into a deep slumber that didn’t wake us until after nine.

EIGHT

“Three more hours,” Psalms promised as he plated the egg whites and toast.

I pondered on the next few hours, trying to see if leaving his home was truly necessary.

“And then you can allow work to swallow you up. I won’t complain– as long as we’re doing this in a way that works for us both.”

“Tell me more, because you’ve only been doing things in a way that works for you. Have you forgotten how many contracts you’ve cost me?” I asked, ready to hear what he had to say.

“I won’t apologize, but I will implore you to remember every dollar from those jobs belong to you.”

He had a point.

“There’s work waiting to be done, Gazelle.”

Psalms sat the breakfast he’d prepared in front of me. He didn’t round the table or take the seat at the head of the table. He pulled out the chair next to me and had a seat.

Personal space didn’t exist in his world. It was all I’d ever known. My sisters respected mine for the most part –everyone but Rome and sometimes Rather. However, getting acquainted with Psalms’ need to acquire the distance between us every chance he got was rather fruitful.

“I confiscated your devices.”

I nodded, biting into the toast. This was no secret for either of us.

“While you were sleeping, an assignment was posted.”

“Where is i– I need to confirm my participation.”

I stood on my feet, prepared to search every inch of his home until I located it. And, if I didn’t, Rather would be in her car and on the way within minutes to make sure he gave me the exact location.

“Sit down, love. Your participation has already been confirmed.”

“Good,” I responded, taking my seat. “Price tag?”

“Four hundred and fifty.”

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