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He arrogantly smirks as he throws the condom on the carpet.

“I bet he felt foul,” he comments, and my heartbeat jumps at the possessive intent.

“I was so close to coming,” I lie.

His eyebrows perk up in challenge. “Is that so?” He lines his cock up with my pussy, and I press my nails to his thick thighs, anticipating his size.

“Probably on the verge of the best orgasm of my li—” My breath is taken from me as he forces himself into me, impaling me. My lungs fill with air as I try to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t show mercy as he slams into me again and again and again.

“Fuck, you feel so perfect on my bare cock.” He groans under his breath. “Fuck,” he grits out, and I’m too blinded by a mix of pain and pleasure. All I can do is brace myself with one hand against the headboard and the other on his thigh, as if trying my hardest to push him away because the guy is thick, pushing apart my hips to gain more access for his brutal pounding.

I stare up at him, bewildered, as tears stream down my face from the sheer force of his thrusts. I don’t usually have unprotected sex, and I don’t know if that’s what makes this all the more impactful as the climb to the peak quickly builds, shaking my legs in anticipation. Or simply if it’s because it’s Hawke.

He’s slamming into me like it’s saving him from damnation, and I know, without a doubt, I’m mad at Hawke. I’m furious thathe’s making me feel all these things at the same time he’s giving me everything I want.

“Oh fuck,” I curse as I grip his hips, clinging on for dear life. “I’m about to come.”

“Fuck,” he pants, his face turning red as he jerks into me, and I feel his load hitting the spot. It breaks me, forcing me over the edge as I dig my nails into his thighs, keeping him in place as I feel him shooting inside me.

Fucking perfect.

I ride the wave, unable to look away from him as his lustrous gaze promises that for now, he’s giving me all this, but he’d give it to me forever, too.

And that terrifies me.

Hawke terrifies me because I can’t see him as only a big oaf now. He’s far more than that.

He slowly slides out of me, rubbing his cock back and forth against my folds and then forcing himself back in as if making sure our cum doesn’t go to waste. It turns me on more than it has the right to, which is exactly why the moment he leans over to get the towel to clean us up, I’m on my feet and grabbing my clothes.

“Wait? What’s happening?” he asks as he wipes his cock. “I don’t have sex with women without condoms, I swear. I was in the moment and?—”

“I don’t give a shit about that, Hawke,” I say as I put my jeans and shirt back on. And I don’t care. I don’t have unprotected sex either, but it’s the startling realization of how right it felt with Hawke that has me running out the door. That and I’m still wildly pissed about him not telling me he’d spoken to Eli about my secret operation. As a tracker, that information isn’t to be given out. I pride myself on being a vault, so it should have only come from my lips.

“Then why are you running away again?” He looks like a kicked puppy.

I grab my purse from the floor and face him. “I’m not. We had sex. Good job. High five. I’m going home now.”

I head for the door, and when he gets up to follow me, I stop him, knowing too well he’ll walk out into that hallway butt-ass naked. “And you’re not coming with me. I can handle it from here. Thanks for the sex.”

I slam the door behind me and then close my eyes when I’m on the other side, taking a deep breath as I lean against the door, momentarily trying to steady my thoughts and racing heart.

Great. I think this is the first time I’ve ever run away from something instead of hitting it head-on, but I don’t want to deal with the confusion of this situation right now. I only want to focus on unraveling whatever shit Makayla got herself into.

I just need a distraction from what might be an obvious thing.

IlikeHawke.

I’ve never really liked a man before, and I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself. Because I’ve fallen for the one man who is known for liking every woman.

CHAPTER 30

Hawke

Eyes stare back at me. A trickle of blood ran down the bridge of her nose. I’m dirty. There’s no pleasure in this. The calling of bloodlust and excitement that usually appears when I take a life is nowhere to be found. Instead, I feel hollow.

I’m a monster.

“You didn’t need to kill her.” Ivy’s voice approaches me from behind. I’ve forgotten why I’m here. Wasn’t I trying to find my brother?

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