Page 13 of Queen of Blades

His words tingled against her skin. She quaked and dragged her nails down his arching back. He reared up, tugged at her legs, and rested the backs of her thighs against his torso. His gaze bore down at her like a man possessed.

“Take my cock,” he urged as he hammered into her.

Like she had a choice.

She squealed and gurgled, unable to formulate words.

Reaching down, he pressed his thumb against her clit. She bucked as the sensation nearly short-circuited her brain.

“You think I’m going to let you come again?” he teased. “You better ask me nicely.”

Ask? He had to be out of his mind. She couldn’t speak now.

“Harper, don’t you dare. Not without my permission.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit down on her bottom lip and fisted the sheet. Unable to do anything else, she whimpered as her pussy pulsed with each thrust.

Paul varied the pressure against her clit and pushed her closer to insanity. “That’s what you like. I’ll stop if you don’t ask.”

He pulled his hand away and slowed his pace.

“No,” she whined. “Please don’t.”

He slammed into her so hard, her soul left her body. Good. She wasn’t using it anyway. If he hadn’t held on to her so tight, she’d be on the floor.

“I love that word. Say it again and I’ll let you come, sweet seductress.”

“Please,” she repeated and was rewarded with his finger teasing her nub again.

Paul dug his free fingers into her shins and gritted his teeth. “Look at me,” he demanded.

Harper’s eyes opened wide.

“Come,” he roared, and it only took two more thrusts and a pinch of her clit before she erupted again.

7

Paul

Itwasatypicalhotel room with a king-size bed taking up most of the space. End tables with lamps affixed to them were on either side. A dresser sat across from the bed with a large flat-screen television. Dark drapes pulled over the windows blocked Paul’s view of the night.

With Harper’s head on his chest, he stroked his fingertips from her shoulder down to her elbow and back up again. One of her hands rested on his stomach, the other wedged under her cheek. Her soft snores were adorable and the only sound in the room.

How the fuck was he supposed to do this now?

Heshouldn’thave a problem doing what he’d been hired to do. Honestly, he was the best man for the job. The idea of someone else taking her out made his skin crawl. He knew who the other families and organizations had in their ranks. None of them deserved to breathe the same air as her.

Ithadto be Paul.

No one else was worthy of killing Harper. It was the only way to honor her.

It didn’t make him feel any better about what he had to do, though.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“What did you do to get in this position?” he murmured to the beautiful sleeping woman.

He suspected he’d never get the answer to that. It wasn’t important. He’d never asked for the why before when he took a contract like this. All that mattered was someone had enough funds to make it worth the risk for him to end someone’s life.

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