Page 9 of Duchess

But I couldn’t have her.

So I watched. I cataloged. I waited. I didn't know what the fuck i was waiting for. But now Alan was dead, I needed to find the missing product, and she was the last loose end.

"You're going to tell me what I need to know, Duchess,” I snarled at her.

“Stop calling me that,” she gritted, eyes wild as she met my gaze.

Those eyes made my cock throb. I wanted to pin her down beneath me and have her look at me as I forced my cock inside of her sweet pussy.

“What, you don’t like that I know your secrets?” I leaned into her, grazing the backs of my fingers over her cheek.

“I know everything that you do, Duchess.” I whispered against her lips, feeling her body stiffen against me.

I gave a slow cynical smile, knowing full well her pussy was wet and as needy as she made me.

She never broke, never gave me what I needed. Which meant the only way I was ever going to get it was to follow her sweet ass.

I knew every move she made. And I knew she'd be back here tonight. I knew she wasn't going to stay away. Time was running out and whatever it was she was going to do, she wasn't going to wait on it. She was too clever for that. Too dangerous.

Back at Alan's apartment, I broke through the police tape and made my way inside. Blood was still splattered on the floorboards and couch cushions. I made my way to the window and watched the street.

You neededto have patience in my line of work. It didn't help to get anxious or want to rush things; that's how mistakes were made. Instead, you wait in the shadows to see them slip up, and that's when you strike.

Two hours later, I saw the motorcycle slip into an alley across the street. A few minutes later, a curvy figure dressed in all black emerged. She scanned the empty street before crossing it and heading toward the building.

I watched from the shadows as she slipped inside. I could instantly tell she was here to look for something. Something Idesperately needed to get to, and she was going to lead me right to it. So I waited and I tracked her moving across the living room toward the bedroom. I was calm, slowed down my heartbeat as I moved when she moved.

I saw the panel opening, I saw her enter the room, and I also saw her grab the laptop.

She thought no one had followed her, but I knew she was expecting me. That was the sick dance between us. A toxic push and pull we both got off on.

I moved when she stepped into that hidden room. Slipped inside the door just as she hit enter on a screen I couldn’t see. The floorboards creaked beneath my weight, and she paused, scanning the area.

Quickly, she picked up the laptop and ran out the door. She barely made it past it when I was on her. She spun around, her hand already halfway to the gun I knew she kept tucked in the back of her waistband. I caught her wrist, slammed her against the wall, and pressed my body flush against hers. I pinned her against the wall, my hand in her hair and my breath at her ear, but she didn’t fight me. She only seethed at me.

“What are you doing here, Duchess?”

What do you think I'm doing? I'm cleaning up the mess your boy left.”

"Liar. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." I growled.

She smiled, soft and slow. "No, Caleb. You just don’t know what I’m capable of."

Fuck.

I always knew I was in trouble, because the woman I hated most in this world might be the only one who ever truly saw through me. And I didn’t know if I wanted to kill her... or keep her. And that scared me more than any Turk ever could.

"What are you hiding?"

She smiled. Not afraid. Never afraid. That’s what made her lethal.

"You think I scare that easy? You forget who trained me?"

Her chest rose and fell against mine, heat bleeding through her skin into mine. My hand was still on her wrist, her pulse hammering beneath my thumb.

"I know you found something," I said.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

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