Page 38 of When He Hunts

“Trust him,” Gray urged her. “Hasn’t he already proven that he would do anything to keep you safe?”

“Yes.” Luna’s low response.

“Good. Now, Ronan, I’ll have some files coming your way. Background. You have to know your prey, am I right?” Then Gray hung up.

Luna’s hand was still around his wrist. Her left hand. The plain, gold wedding ring gleamed on her finger. A ring that told the rest of the world they were a couple. A lie, of course. But what if it wasn’t?

What if he was really married to Luna?

How would he feel if he was truly married to Luna, and someone was trying to kill her?

The same way I feel right now. Like I want to rip the bastards apart and hear them scream for mercy.

He’d never been particularly big on mercy. A personality quirk. Everyone had them.

“I do trust you,” Luna said. “I’m not going to run from you again.”

“So no more handcuffs, huh? Good to know.” Especially since he’d left them at the cabin. Kane would have handled cleanup at that scene.And what did that smartass think when he found the cuffs hooked to the bed?

“I’m not saying no cuffs ever. I’m sure we could use them for other, um, instances.”

Did a faint flush tinge her cheeks? “Luna, don’t tease.” Another quirk. He’d love to cuff and fuck Luna. Any day. Any time. “You don’t want to play with me.” Not now. Probably not ever. But definitely not in his current mood.

He’d killed a man that day. That kind of act left a savage mark on the soul. It made him too brittle and his control too thin.

“I’m not playing.” A swipe of her tongue over her lower lip. “Pretty sure I told you before that I wanted you.”

“Then you went running from me.” She’d rushed into the bathroom so fast his head had spun. Then, of course, he’d followed. Been afraid she’d fled the cabin. So he’d opened the door.

Hello, naked Luna.

“I won’t run again. Trustme.”

He’d rather fuck her. But, sure, he could trust her. She needed him. She’d seen him kill to protect her. Instead of terrifying her, his brutal act had made her realize that he was her best chance of survival. Check. Understood. “Let’s get back on the road.” The phone had already jingled with the delivery of the address to the safe house. The sooner they got there, the—hell, the what?The sooner I can fuck her?

No, no. Lines couldn’t be crossed. Rules had to be followed. He was going to keep his hands off his target.

His distraction with Luna had almost cost them dearly before.

He couldn’t afford more distractions.

He could not afford to?—

She’d unhooked her seat belt.

“Luna?”

Why the hell had she unhooked her seat belt?

And she…was climbing across the center console. Sliding toward him. Shifting and craning and then she was in his lap. Straddling him.“Luna.”His hands clamped onto her waist.

“From what I can tell, this gas station has been closed down for a long time.” Her hands gripped his shoulders. “I need to prove something.”

Prove something? Who the hell did she need to prove something to?

Her mouth crashed down on his.

Bad, terrible, horrible mistake.They should not be kissing. She should not be putting that sweet mouth of hers against his. She should not be rubbing that sexy tongue past his lips. She should not be moaning in the back of her throat. She should not be driving him wild and making him want to cross every line imaginable. Break every boundary and fuck her then and there until they were both shuddering with pleasure. She should not be?—

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