Page 54 of V for Vindictive

As the saucy lass’s soft body pressed warmly into my back, the desperation to kiss her, to fuck her, to hide her from the world and steal away to a place only she and I could share had never been stronger.

I spent the entire last week regretting every move made that led to her capture. I’d gotten cocky and forgotten the strength of the enemies I’d gathered throughout the years. Ones who didn’t play by the rules and didn’t negotiate. Ones who were willing to torture and kill without asking questions.

And I spent just as long trying to figure out why I dragged my feet and stayed away. Why I thought loving her would ever be wrong or the worse thing I could do. Why I ever considered letting anyone else be the one by her side.

I was a fucking dummkopf, and I didn’t deserve her, but I’d spend every day becoming someone who did. Because, frankly, I couldn’t live without her anymore. I’d make an absolute arse of myself doing whatever it took to convince V that only I could love her like this.

Sloan was a good bloke, one who deserved more, but V was mine. She was mine from the very first moment we met.

If I genuinely thought that V would do away with her vengeance, I might spend a little more time convincing her to tell the world to piss off and live free from all others. But the woman I loved was someone who deeply cared for more than herself, and I’d likely only get myself the boot if I suggested abandoning our agenda.

Chapter 20

Only One Thing Left to Say

After days spent traveling around in non-sensical patterns, using a multitude of different human transportation methods, we finally made it to Germany.

There were a few moments when the Austrian’s eyes would linger a breath too long on my lips, but for the most part, Phillip was unusually determined to get the two of us to where we needed to go.

I’d never admit how disappointed I was that he hadn’t kissed or really even touched me over the last few days. I expected him to be all hands and lips after everything we’d been through. I’d even hinted to the jerk a few times that I was ready to be enslaved to his clever fingers and thrusting hips, but not even once did he do anything about it.

Oblivious asshole…

Either he was too goddamn focused on getting the hell out of dodge—not that I could blame him—or the Austrian was second-guessing that little clandestine moment where our bodies merged and we forgot about all the shit going wrong between us. I certainly hoped it was the former. I couldn’t deal with another cat-and-mouse game with the love allergic Hunter. Not when I’d never been so desperate to live like it was my last day on Earth and be with him, body and soul, regardless of what tomorrow brought.

Tossing my bag onto a nearby table, I gave the underground bunker a quick onceover. From what I could see, there was only one bed, a small kitchenette area, and the rest of the room was filled with everything one could need for lab experiments. I eyed the man who’d been the bane of my existence since our eyes met in my high school Biology class.

Phillip was unloading a pack of different things, mostly weapons. His hair was styled back away from his face with product that smelled like everything good in the world. Some of his gorgeous black hair came loose around his eyes as he vigorously parsed through his belongings.

Calm down there, sparky. We only just got here.

Finally, he found his ridiculously tiny laptop. A thin sheen of sweat collected on the gorgeous bad boy’s brow, and I watched a bead travel down his face and stop to hang out like a bad friend on his strong jaw. I’d never been so envious of something in all my life.

I want to lick his sweat away and watch him squirm.

Before I could tear my eyes away from the enticing meal that was my partner, Phillip’s magnetic gaze swept over to me, and my spine straightened the second his lips twitched upwards in an ungodly sexy way. “Planning to stand there all day, lass?”

Lifting my chin, I motioned to the noticeably one-person-appropriate quarters. “This seems a little small for the two of us, especially considering you’re a mountain troll.”

Palming his gorgeous hair back into place, Phillip chuckled a little before glancing at the bed. That one look of his before his luminous artic blues slid back over to me did things to my pulse I’d nearly forgotten about.

When he set down one of his daggers on the metal table, it clacked loudly, sending my heart into a tizzy, giving me totally away to the otherHunter. But I didn’t have time to berate myself before Phillip was in front of me, his size dwarfing mine.

The black shirt he wore stretched over his pecs like he’d washed it one too many times and now it was two sizes too small. Bet the bastard did it on purpose so I’d look thirstier than I actually was. His pierced nipples were distracting, and I licked my lips like I was about to have dinner.

Nothing but meat on tonight’s menu.

The lame pun practically told itself.

I’m shameless and punny.

My eyes strayed a little too long to trace each strong line of his torso, and I internally bemoaned how I was pretty much a thirsty bitch without his help. I struggled to recover as the other Hunter leaned in, the gleam of his face piercings catching my eye before I was boxed into the wall by a pair of massive arms and a door-wide chest.

Holy fuck!

“I’d argue it was just right, hmm, Goldilocks?”

I scoffed, suddenly dry in the mouth. “Goldilocks didn’t have to share it with a tattooed giant with sticky hands, did she?”

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