Page 6 of Escape From Me

I stopped us next to the shadowed corner of a too clean alley. No one dared have a stinky, gross alley in this part of the city.

“I prefer to ride.”

I pulled off the mask and replaced it with my helmet, pulling it over my head and grabbing for the spare that I kept on the back of the bike because one never knew when you’d end up with a backpack these days. Mostly when someone would shoot at someone and you’d have to rescue them. I was the one that had specific rules and one was to always be prepared, because in this life, nothing was a given.

“You want me to wear that?”

I watched my little dove look at the helmet and turn it over in her hands.

“Yes. Safety first?”

She reached for her hair.

“Are you worried it will mess up those curls? Believe me, where we are going, it won’t matter.”

The look that she’d had earlier, the one when she’d asked if I was going to kill her, was there again. It was something in those beautiful eyes of hers.

“I take it that it does matter?” I asked. “Look. It hides your identity. If you’re worried about that hair, here.”

I pulled a handkerchief out of the pocket of the ridiculous suit jacket that itched just to be in and wrapped it around her head, creating something I’d seen women do with less fancy looking ones.

“Better?”

She rolled her eyes and finally took the helmet.

“Okay. But how exactly am I wearing this on there?”

This time I smirked at the thoughts that ran through my mind unbidden as she started to pull up the dress.

“How much do you like that dress?”

She looked at it, back up at me, then back at the dress, and back at me. When she noticed the light reflect off the blade I’d just pulled out, she gasped.

“Tell me now before I redesign it.”

She didn’t say anything, so I took the blade and bent down in front of her. The dress was long, floor length, and I hadn’t noticed that she’d been holding it up as I’d dragged her around. Oh well. I’d rectify the issue.

I slid my hand under the hem and brought the blade to it, waiting for a few more seconds. When all she did was gawk, I cut into the edge and then pulled, filling the alley with the sound ofripping fabric alongside the distant echo of the sirens and traffic of the neighboring streets.

I looked up from my spot on the ground and was surprised at the way she was watching me. She looked almost hungry, for lack of a better word.

I took the blade nearly a foot or two higher than the original length had been and sliced it sideways. I was amazed at how easily the thing ripped.

“There. Now you can ride just fine.”

My hand slid up her bare leg. I just wanted to touch her and had no plans to deny myself. I followed the line of her body up, loving the way her breasts rose and fell with every breath, and by the look of her now? She was anything but calm. She was fucking beautiful.

I don’t know why I even thought it, but the damn word seemed to bounce around my brain over and over. Mine. She was going to be mine.

Her body shivered and it was then I realized how little she truly wore and how chilly it really was. Standing, I slipped my suit coat off, damn happy to be rid of the restrictive thing.

“Here. Now get on.”

She grabbed for the jacket and then, with a scowl, leaned forward as I grabbed the helmet again and slid it down the silky scarf covering her head.

“Maybe you worried this would ruin your hair, but to be frank, you look fucking hot right now.” I kicked my leg over my bike and held my hand out, waiting for the princess that I’d just dragged down from her tower to get on the back.

My hand had a mind of its own as I let my fingers slide down her bare thigh before I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my waist.

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