Page 53 of Lady and the Hitman
But because I wanted to feel the wind tear through me.
Because I wanted to burn.
This wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just a game.
It was surrender wrapped in power.
Worship disguised as war.
I could feel it in the way my body coiled, aching to collide with his. In the way my breath caught at the sight of him, as if I’d been drowning and only now remembered how to breathe.
He was my fear and my freedom.
And tonight—I got to choose both.
Then I pounced.
I launched myself from the palms and tackled him with enough force to send us both tumbling into the grass. But it wasn’t violent. It was breathless. Sensual. Intentional.
I landed on top of him, straddling his hips, my thighs snug against his sides, hands pressed flat against the hard planes of his chest. He grunted, low and rough, one hand catching my waist.
“Zara.”
His voice was molten.
And I smiled.
“Thought I’d try being the hunter for once.”
He didn’t speak. Just stared at me like he wanted to devour every inch.
So I rocked my hips, slow and sinful, grinding against the thick ridge of his cock beneath the fabric.
His eyes flared.
“I’m not the only one who’s been running,” I whispered.
He gripped my hips harder. “You think you’ve caught me?”
“No,” I said, leaning down until my mouth was at his ear. “But I can make you wish I had.”
I kissed him—hard and deep. My tongue swept into his mouth like a challenge, and he groaned, hips lifting, already losing the war he’d come here to win.
I felt how badly he wanted me.
And for a heartbeat, I didn’t care who won.
His breath was ragged when I pulled back, our lips wet, the taste of him still on my tongue.
He stared up at me, chest rising beneath my palms,pupils blown wide in the shadows. “You’re dangerous,” he said quietly.
I smiled. “You like that.”
His hands skimmed up my thighs, slow and reverent. But instead of pulling me closer, he stilled them at my hips. His eyes lifted to mine, darker now. Steel-hard. The predator returned.
“I want you,” he said. “So badly I can’t fucking think.”
The words slammed into me like a drug.
