Page 14 of Butcher

Relief was sweet and sudden when I saw the knife she was holding. Now I knew exactly why seeing her had been nagging me all damn day. Because my subconscious was trying to tell me I’d seen her before. How had I fucking missed a woman as gorgeous as her so many times?

Now that I knew exactly who she was, well, rather what she was, I could relax and enjoy this. Her being one of the assassins out to kill me wasn’t going to stop me. Not when my dick was rock hard and throbbing. Not when her smile and sexy voice had me so fucking riled up, I’d end up with blue balls if she walked away right now. In fact, the prospect of her trying to kill me only made her hotter. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

Her pretty gray eyes widened as she stared up at me. I’d knocked the breath out of her when I slammed her into the wall, and my grip on her wrist was tightening. I enjoyed a little crazy foreplay as much as the next man, but no way was I going to actually let her kill me.That would end the fun too damn soon. Metal hitting wood made me grin. Now my little assassin had no weapons to use on me. I was eager to see what her next move would be.

I wasn’t going to bother letting her know I was onto her games just yet. Unless she told me no, and ran out of here screaming, I still planned to have my fun with her. My eyes narrowed before I used my free hand to fist her hair. Our lips crashed together and it was a battle. She only hesitated a beat before she started kissing me back just as aggressively. My teeth cut into her bottom lip and blood flowed into our mouths as our tongues tangled, but that didn’t slow me down. If anything, it spurred me on.

Her hand landed on mine, the one buried in her silky hair, and I grunted in pain when she used her thumb and forefinger to trap my thumb from knuckle to tip and squeezed. The pain forced me to release her hair and before I could regain control, she jerked her wrist from my hold as well.

She broke off the kiss, smiled up at me, then grabbed my right arm by the wrist and just below my elbow.

Shit.

She twisted, keeping my arm straight and put me into a smooth straight arm bar until she took me down to the floor. She had my shoulder wrenched back so far, I was surprised it didn’t pop or tear, and her knee was planted in the middle of my back. A grin flashed over my face. She was fucking feisty.

“I love when a woman knows what she wants,” I grunted out through the pain.

She didn’t say anything for a second, but when she spoke, I could hear the laughter in her voice. “You’re crazy.”

She had no idea. The further she shoved my arm back, the more there was pain, and the harder my dick got. I shifted the slightest bit, ignoring the protests of my shoulder and swung my leg up at the knee, nailing her in the ass with my boot.

Thankfully, she let go of my arm as she fell forward or I would have ended up having a bad day. I had a feeling all the alcohol she drank was affecting her and making this an easier fight for me than itwould normally be. Not that I couldn’t overpower her. I had at least fifty pounds on her. She was tall for a woman, probably five-eleven, but I still had a few inches on her.

I couldn’t waste time with her, she was proving to be sneaky enough to be good at her job, so I rolled and caught her around the waist. I dragged her under my body and used my knees to pin her legs together and one of my hands around her wrists to secure them above her head. I gave her a predatory smile as my gaze raked down her body then landed on her eyes again. “Was that you saying no, Isla?”

“What?” she asked, perplexed.

“That little arm bar?” I prompted. “Was that your way of saying you want to leave?”

“You’d let me leave?” She narrowed her eyes. She was trying to figure out if I knew what she was.

“Yeah.”

She blinked, clearly thrown off. Our bodies were pressed together, I knew she could feel my dick digging into her stomach. But I would let her go if she wanted me to. I could read the conflict in her eyes.

“How long has it been?”

She arched a brow in question. “Since I’ve had sex? Little personal isn’t it?”

I chuckled. “I’m about to fuck you until you scream. Nothing’s too personal. But I was asking how long it’s been since a real man has touched you.” I grinned when she rolled her eyes.

“Charming words won’t work on me, Butcher. Stick with the caveman routine. It suits you more.”

“Who said anything about being charming?” I asked, cocking my head as I stared down at her. She was confused. Her pupils were blown wide and she was breathing heavily beneath me. She was turned on. But she was also trying to kill me. She couldn’t killandfuck me, so she was trying to figure out what to do. I’d help her make the right decision. “I just have this feeling you haven’t been touched in the right way for a while.” Lifting my hand, I cupped her breast over her tank top and watched the confusion deepen.

“I...”

“Shh,” I whispered, cutting her off. “Just feel.” I lifted the hem of her shirt and watched as her mouth dropped open when I jerked the cup of her bra down and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

“Fuck,” she muttered, closing her eyes.

I grinned and scraped my teeth over the taut bud. She arched beneath me when I sucked hard to soothe the sting. Her cry was like music in the quiet room. When her hands went to my head and held me close, versus shoving me away, I knew I won.

I didn’t waste any time. I ripped her jeans open, jerking them and her panties down her legs and flinging them and her shoes across the room. Shoving her shirt and bra upward until they bunched up around her shoulders, I palmed both her tits, enjoying the weight of them in my hands before I moved lower.

My tongue dragged down her sternum, between her breasts, stopping to dip into her bellybutton. She had a gorgeous body, and I was going to taste every inch of it. She was laying beneath me, trembling, lost and aroused and fuck if that wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I liked that she couldn’t control herself because it wasn’t like I could stop myself at this point. From the moment I noticed her earlier today, she intrigued me.

I slid down her body and grabbed her legs, dropping them over my back to make room between them for my wide shoulders. She seemed to have given in to the idea that this was happening and wasn’t fighting me anymore. The job had taken a backseat to pleasure, and thank fuck for that. The key was not to stop. If I didn’t keep her constantly revved, she might remember why she was here.

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