Page 11 of Traitor

I suck in a sharp breath.

"You don't belong here. Too beautiful for this place," he continues, studying my face like he's searching for a lie. He brings his face closer and whispers, as if to himself "But I really want to taste you."

My heart stutters.

I don't know what to say. I don't even understand what's happening.

But I know one thing—I don't want his hands to leave my body.

And by the looks of it, neither does he.

I don't even realize when I'm leaning further into him, raising on my toes.

That's all he needs.

It's like lightning. His lips crush against mine, hard, possessive, demanding me to open for him, and I do. I fucking do.

Because the pull is too strong.

Because for the first time in forever, I don't feel like I have to run.

And this was my first mistake. I should have run faster than ever before. But those eyes... Those eyes promised too much and I couldn't sayno.

I wake up to warmth.

A heavy, steady weight behind me, an arm slung over my waist. A deep, even breath ghosting over my shoulder.

And then it hits me.

Shit.Oh, shit.

My eyes snap open.

The room is dim, sunlight barely seeping through the heavy curtains. The sheets are warm, tangled around my legs, and the scent of whiskey, leather, and something distinctly male clings to my skin.

Bones.

I slept with the fucking president of the Iron Vultures.

My stomach twists, panic creeping up my throat as the memories slam into me all at once.

His hands on me, rough but sure. His mouth, hot and claiming. The way he touched me like I belonged to him, the way I let him. I let him!

I squeeze my eyes shut.

What the fuck did I do?

This wasn't the plan. I was supposed to find a job. I was supposed to stay low, blend in, survive. And instead, I jumped into bed with the one man who could ruin everything.

I have to go.

I have to fix this.

I sit up carefully, Bones' arm sliding off my waist as I move. He's still asleep, face turned toward me, black hair mussed, mouth slightly parted.

Even in sleep, he looks like something untouchable, something dangerous and irresistible all at once.

I drag in a shaky breath.

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