Page 234 of Rage

“Because my boss needs someone to oversee his operations for the Benelux, and he appointed me.”

“I do remember that you liked going to Brussels.”

“We will talk more about this at the hotel, Fury.”

After twenty minutes, we arrive at the hotel of an acquaintance of mine, Amar. He actually pisses me off, but, he can keep a secret. Lover’s Hideout is a hotel on the outskirts of Sarajevo, guests like me frequently use. That’s the only reason why the hotel staff didn’t give us a second look when they saw Sara in her crimson dress. I got us the best room, my lady deserves all the luxuries in life. We go up to our room and it’s beautiful. Since it’s nighttime, the soft moonlight is adorning the whole room.

The plush velvet curtains are framing the breathtaking view of the mountains of Sarajevo. In the middle of the room is a king-sized bed, draped in satin sheets set beneath a crystal chandelier, creating an atmosphere whispering of a night full of passion and endless possibilities.

“I can’t wait to take my dress off and be in normal clothes,” Sara tells me as she goes to the bathroom. Without thinking, I follow her into the bathroom, but not before I take the little syringe out of my bag that was in my car. I hold it behind my back. She won’t like this, but I don’t care. Sara is shimmying out of her dress, and beneath it is a sinful red lingerie set. Her makeup is taken off in less than five minutes, and when she looks up, my eyes linger on her lips.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to stab you.” And I know she is not kidding. Sara looks at what I’m holdingbehind my back; she furrows her brows. I am purposefully closing on her very slowly. The anticipation is gradually eating away all of my nerves. Normally, I am very calm when I am about to inject someone, but this isher. My cool demeanor comes in handy in my job as a hired assassin. The man I work for has an entire network, just like the Savage Serpents. Those fuckers are spread across Europe and North America, handling devious matters. It’s an organization that has trained killers, the best snipers, and tech-savvy people. If you want to take someone out, call them. But, if you want excellence, call me.

“What are you doing?” she asks me, as she is still standing in front of me in her sexy lingerie. Slowly, I run my fingertips from her wrist up to her collarbone. Every second over her smooth and delicate skin feels like a balm to my soul. It’s like God is forgiving me for every bad thing I did. Well, I hope he is going to forgive me for this. Sara is noticing the gleam in my eyes, and then she finally realizes what I’m holding.

“Wait, Adam, don’t do it,” she tells me.

“Oh, Fury, it’s for your own good.” I take the syringe from my back, and with the speed of lightning, I ram the pointy syringe into her upper arm. I throw the syringe behind my back, and when I look at her, I see anger. Sara is looking over at the spot where I injected her.

“Adam, you have three fucking seconds to tell me what you did. Even though I have a strong suspicion,” she exclaims. I don’t like this line of questioning, why is she making this so hard? I make a face you can decipher one thing from, I’m thoroughly confused. My hands fly around her thick thighs and I push her onto the counter. I spread her thighs and pin them down with my hands.

“Do you expect me to believe that you don’t know what I did?” I ask her. She huffs and puffs.

“You know I don’t like brats. So, for your good, you should be honest.” My tone does not leave any room for interpretation. She nods her head.

“But, I’ll be clear this once. You,” I say, and pause to kiss her by the corner of her mouth, “are,” another one right on her cheek, “fucking”, the last pecker goes on her neck, “mine”. I gaze into her eyes again, and now she is confused by my sudden kind intrusion. Well, that will be short-lived. I dig my nails deeper into her thighs until I can almost feel the flesh underneath her delicate skin.

“Fury, I didn’t inject you with a poison or a drug,” I tell her.

“I thought you injected me with some truth serum.” She laughs her concerns off.

“Shit like that doesn’t exist. And we both know you are willing to give anything up to me.”

“Who made that decision?”

“I did.” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, I injected you with a microscopic tracker. You can try to take it out, but I would advise against it.”

“Adam, you can go fuck yourself. Why did you put a tracker in me?”

“Because I’m not letting you go, like ever. Why are you so confused?” I ask her, genuinely.

“All my life I tried to walk away from men who try to decide everything for me. I want freedom, and now you are doing this to me. Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“Fury, I’ll show you what your legs are made of. So-“ She interrupts me by holding out her right hand.

“Adam, if you see me moving my lips, it means I am talking. This means you need to shut the fuck up.” Her ferocity is so fucking hot. Her breathing slows down as she stares into my eyes. I feel like she is trying to uncover my secrets this way, and I might give up all of them. Her brown eyes are an aphrodisiacI can’t get enough of. Then something happens, and her face softens. God, I love it when she is like this. Sara crooks her finger at me, and I happily oblige. I lower my face to hers because I am much taller than her. Her lips graze over mine, and every nerve in my lip is on fire.

“Have fun catching me, asshole.” Wait, what?

Whack.

I tumble over, and I lose my grip over Sara. When I look down at the floor, with my right hand massaging the right side of my scalp, I see her feet. I am now on my knees, maybe unwillingly at first, but not anymore. She looks down at me with a certain happiness to her, and I don’t dare stand up.

“You do something like this ever again, and I will poison you with cyanide.” I know she will—Sara can get her hands on that stuff pretty easily. While I am dangerous, I am not stupid. My Fury may be perceived as this prissy princess of a big assassin group, but she is lethal. Her delicate fingers are now threading through my hair, and I revel in the sensation. But then she tugs hard on my hair.

“Let me show you what I will use my legs for. I’m going to get dressed, and you will kneel on this floor like a good whimpering boy. Do you understand me?” I nod at her. The urgency in her voice is making me go feral and fucking horny. I stay on my knees while I am watching her get dressed in the next room. She is going through the duffel bag I packed with some clothes for her. Sara puts on black pants, a dark green long-sleeved shirt, brown combat boots, and a black leather jacket. Her hair is up in a long ponytail, and I am foaming at my mouth.

“I know that you will find me, but let’s make this interesting?” A rhetorical question I don’t dare to contradict.

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