Page 18 of Queen of Blades

“Who?” she asked breathily.

He wished he knew. Then maybe he could broker some sort of deal.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does tome.”

“Whoeveryoupissed off.”

She whimpered and wriggled against him. It made his dick throb.

He groaned. “I don’t want to kill you, Harper.”

“Then don’t.”

“If not me, someone else will,” he whispered into her ear before he took her lobe between his teeth gently.

“Why?” She shivered.

“Money mostly,” he said as he moved lower and nipped at her shoulder.

She inhaled sharply. “How much? I’ll pay it.”

Chuckling, he kissed northward. “You don’t have it.”

She shuddered when the heat of his breath hit her ear. “How doyouknow what I have?”

The challenge in her tone, despite her predicament, was one of the many reasons this woman had such a grip on him. She didn’t back down and would never surrender. He’d question where she got such resolve, and balls, but he knew. A woman raised among bikers couldn’t be meek. She had to be gritty, or she’d never have survived this long. Harper stared in the face of her executioner and demanded answers.

“I assure you, I know you have roughly twenty-five grand in savings with three hundred eighteen and some change in your checking,” he murmured.

She’d been involved with criminal organizations all her life. It was an insult to Paul’s intelligence to think he hadn’t done research on her before he showed up.

“It’s not enough,” he added.

The faintest of moans escaped her lips when he gave her a tighter, but brief squeeze of her neck. The shaft of his cock slid in his own precum along her belly. Between her thighs, the inferno told him she was just as turned on as he was.

Kinky.

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Harper

Therewasnothingworsethan being far too aware of how well the man hired to murder her could fuck. Well, the fact that Harper had reminded herself of his skills hours ago didn’t help either. This whole situation had surpassed bonkers and landed squarely in the absurd. Either way, she cursed under her breath for still finding Paul irresistible—if not more so.

For years, she joked about red flags being her favorite color. Unfortunately, this took that a bit too far.

The heart flutters tingled down her body, settling in her core and making her sex slick with need in his presence. Her body’s response to his actions was completely inappropriate and unnecessary. What kind of sick person got aroused by their own murderer? Harper had thought she had a line. Apparently not. Wanting to fuck the guy who had accepted the contract to kill her far surpassed it. Why did her sense of self-preservation never apply when it came to Paul?

Fuck him.

He was frustratingly delicious. She knew better, but that didn’t change her body’s reactions to him—such a betrayal. She shouldn’t want him right now. It was twisted.

Every time he squeezed her neck tighter, it sent a zing straight to her clit. The weight of his body, the feel of his breath on her skin, his teeth skimming her flesh all taunted her and drove her arousal to immeasurable heights. Her sanity was seriously in question.

Though, if she was about to die, there was no better way to go—sated from a series of earth-shattering orgasms bestowed upon her by the man who had once gotten shot for her. Was that really so bad? Technically, she kind of owed it to him.

“Just fuck me so you can get this over with,” she spat.

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