Page 8 of Claimed By the Hitman: Codename Cupid

Oh, Hera. I felt this long before Paris… “We’re both too strong to be lulled by that false romance people feel here.”

As my hand rises, so does her gun.

My fingers brave her throat, sliding up until my thumb rolls over her chin.

The barrel of her weapon buries itself under my jaw.

“Don’t push me,” she warns.

The fields of green in her eyes tell me a different story—they tattle on her lying lips.

“Face it, Hera. You’re in just as deeply as I am.”

I hold her gaze as our noses brush together.

Her skin is so soft against my palm, so unlike the hardness she presents.

“One kiss,” I whisper. “Just to see what happens.”

“Kiss me and I’ll shoot you.”

“Worth the risk.”

Our lips seal, but no bullet hits my brain.

Finally, I feel alive.

I feel the thrill like I’ve never felt anything before.

Hera loosens beneath me, welcomes my tongue like she’s been waiting for it her entire life. Breath floods from her nose as the kiss deepens, and she finally pulls back with wide eyes and a desperate gasp.

“I’ll shoot you,” she repeats.

“You would have done it already.”

Something passes through her rigid face. A realization. The moment that everything changes.

She’s in my arms before the gun hits the floor.

I slam her against the wall, greedily clawing at her thick legs as they wrap around me. Hera kisses me like a woman who hasn’t been touched in years—I take her like a man who’s been deprived his entire life.

“We can’t do this,” she pants as I lift her sweater. “This isn’t protocol.”

“Fuck protocol.”

Pinned against the wall, Hera lets me pull her sweater over her head. Perfect, milky tits fall out to meet me, soft against her toned body. No tattoos for her, either. Fingerprints are damning enough.

“This is all I’ve been thinking about since the moment I first saw you.” I speak like a maniac, kissing her nipples, swirling my tongue around them as she moans. “Even during the job… all I could think about was you.”

“You thought about me while you killed a man?” she gasps. “Is that supposed to turn me on?”

“It clearly is.”

“You’re crazy. We can’t do this.” She shakes her head as I meet her gaze. “Don’t you get it? If Olympia finds out, they’ll fucking kill us.”

I cup her face in my palms.

I stare into those deep green eyes and lose myself for the first time in my life.

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