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But the way Kane was talking… “I thought you’d gotten over the past.” Or maybe he’d just hoped that Kane had.

Kane rolled his shoulders back. “I’m not talking about the past. I’m talking about Luna Black. Obviously. That’s the woman Ronan is protecting. I’m talking about Luna.”

“No.” He hadn’t been. Kane had been talking about someone who’d gotten through his careful guard. The one woman who’d been his kryptonite.

“I’m trying to give you a helpful word of warning. I didn’t cross a line.” Kane turned his head away. “Wish like hell that I had, though.” He opened the door. Paused on the threshold. “This is a bad fucking idea.”

Unfortunately, it was the only idea that Gray currently had…

The only chance that he had of taking down an individual he deemed a major threat. Someone responsible for too many deaths, with too many dangerous ties.

In order to bring him down, Gray just needed help from one woman.

Luna Black.

A woman with a protector who would kill for her.

Ronan will keep her safe. He will do the job.

He always did the job.

Chapter Eleven

She sleptbeside him like some kind of an angel. Soft and sweet and innocent. Innocent, after he’d fucked her three times, and she’d screamed for him and came for him and still asked for more.

She’d been like wildfire beneath his hands and mouth. He’d touched and tasted and licked and savored and feasted on her.

And I want to do it again.

After the third time he’d pumped himself into her, she’d fallen asleep. In his arms. The first time he could remember anyone just trusting him enough to curl up and go to sleep with him after sex.

Who slept that peacefully with a killer?

And I am a killer. I’ve killed more than she’ll ever know.Sometimes, he’d killed as a Marine. In battle. And other times…

I worked for the government. Special Ops. Took out high-profile targets that no one else could reach.And then…then the government had found a new way to use him. To get him to live a different life. To become Ronan Walker. The man with the striking snake on his wrist. The hired killer who always got the job done.

What if I’m sick of the job?

His arm had curled around her stomach. Would she sprawl on him soon? If she did, it would just make him want to fuck her again.

Who was he kidding? Just the sound of her soft breathing made him want to fuck her.

My reaction to her is unreal. I need to calm down. Get my control back.

Though, actually, he had been in control. Every moment that he’d fucked her, he’d held onto his control. He’d been far too conscious of his size with her. Hurting Luna wasn’t in the cards for him. It was easy to hurt others, especially those who deserved pain.

Not Luna.

He’d held back, even though every part of him had wanted to let his control shred. He’d wanted to just take and take and take.

He hadn’t.

You fucked her three times. If that’s you having control, what would you do to her if your control broke?

Swallowing, he eased from the bed. She was naked, and one tempting breast peeked out at him. With his jaw locked, he pulled the cover up over her. Trying to hide that temptation. Then he headed for the door.

Hemeantto head for the door.

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