Page 2 of Assassin's Prey
She could; she did. With her body and her honesty.
I’d never met anyone like her before. And I knew it was only a matter of time before I destroyed her.
Without warning her eyes flared, her legs bending to hook around my hips, pulling me closer. She chanted my name, high and desperate, and I angled my hips up, the head of my cock striking that spot deep inside that made her clench around me, so tight I had to force my way back in. And I did.
My name morphed into a scream on her lips as she climaxed around me. Squeezed me tight and sucked every last drop of semen from my willing body.
The relaxing of her muscles beneath mine drew me out of the fog of pleasure a few minutes later. I raised my head from her neck, glanced down. Abby blinked, her expression smoothing out, but not before I caught a glimpse of the emotions there—longing, desperation, pain. My failure, all in one look. But it was how it had to be.
“I have to go.”
Before she could respond, I was up and headed to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up, wiping away the evidence of her pleasure and mine, thankful that with Abby’s birth control, condoms were no longer an issue. I could be skin to skin with her, mark her, smear my semen over her body so that no other man would dare to trespass on my territory. I needed it. The animal inside me needed it, demanded it. With her I could soothe the savage hunger.
But no kids. Ever.
I returned to the bed with a warm washcloth. Abby parted her legs willingly. When she was clean, I leaned down until my nose met her pubic hair, and breathed deep.My Abby. My woman!the animal inside me roared. But the man restricted me to a brief kiss on her sensitive clit before backing away.
Abby’s murmur of disappointment was a knife to the gut.
“I’ll lock up before I leave,” I told her.
She lay, silent, on the bed, legs bent, body gleaming in the faint light from the crack in the curtains, and watched me return the cloth to the bathroom. With every piece of clothing I added to my body, the silence became sharper, carving me up with its accusing edge.
I moved quickly to check the windows, then walked to the door. I’d melted into the shadows before I heard her voice. “What about a kiss goodbye?”
I couldn’t deny her, not when my body screamed for the kiss too. I returned to the bed, let the covers caress her skin once again as I drew them over her. “Sleep, little bird.”
Her kiss was the padlock on the chain that held me to her. I welcomed it in that moment—delved deep to tangle with her tongue, nipped her lips, buried my face in the hollow of her neck and the sweet scent of vanilla and flowers.
“Be safe,” she murmured as I backed away.
“Always.”
And then I was out the door. Every window, every door was checked, secured—I wouldn’t risk anything happening when I wasn’t here. The shadows in the backyard were deep this time of night, but unmoving. Same on either side of the house. When I walked out the front door and set the security system to on, I did so knowing she was safe inside.
So why did my soul scream at me to go back with every step I took away from her?
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Chapter Two
“The fucker will back off if he knows what’s good for him,” I growled into my earpiece. The words were low enough that the crowds on the sidewalk couldn’t hear the specifics, but they didn’t need to. They created a wide berth around me from no more than a glance. I preferred it that way.
“He’ll back off, bro. No worries.” Eli chuckled in my ear. “Your reputation precedes you.”
It better. I’d built the fear of reprisal into my business model, and very few risked stepping over the line and triggering it. But this latest contract…
It reminded me too much of Abby’s father. And that reminded me too much of Remi being shot, having a gun pointed at Abby’s head. The memories could—and did—send me into a rage.
Councilman Roslyn was dead and gone; I tried to remember that. But my body’s visceral reaction had me throwing off angry waves the people around me couldn’t miss.
My brothers and Abby were the only ones who knew the full story of Roslyn’s involvement with, as he would have put it, the unsavory but necessary elements of society. We kept that secret for her safety, not mine. If it had been public, I wouldn’t be dealing with the fucking asshat I was now. But I wouldn’t risk her by tying her to me. She would never be touched by my life.
I’d made that mistake once. Never again.
My current client, however…he would be touched, all right. And I’d take great satisfaction in doing the touching. And breaking. Two days since I’d seen Abby,two days—because this latest contract had been a major fuckup.
“Tell me about this meeting,” I barked, still seething as I turned the corner at Holmes and Sanderson and headed farther into downtown.
