Page 35 of Silent Schemes
This isn't what I’m supposed to be doing.
This isn't the plan.
"You're thinking too much," he murmurs against my jaw. "Stop calculating. Stop planning your next move."
"I can't?—"
"You can. Let me show you."
His touch is confident, knowing, and my traitorous body responds instantly.
I've been trained to seduce, to perform, but this isn't performance.
This isreal, and that terrifies me more than any weapon ever could.
"I hate you," I whisper, but my hands are pulling him closer.
"No," he says, voice rough. "You hate that you want this. Want me. Despite everything your father trained you to be."
He's right.
I do hate it.
I hate how my body betrays every lesson, every wall I've built.
This was supposed to be simple—seduce him, kill him, leave.
Instead, I'm coming undone under his touch, forgetting why I came here.
"Look at me," he commands, and I do.
His eyes are dark, intense, seeing straight through every defense. "This is real. Everything else is the lie."
The worst part is, I believe him.
At this moment, with everything spinning out of control, this feels like the only true thing in my life of deception.
His touch is deliberate, knowing exactly how to make me forget everything—my task, my father, even my own name.
My body betrays me completely, responding to him like I was made for this, for him.
"That's it," he murmurs against my throat. "Stop fighting it."
I hate him for how easily he's dismantling me.
Hate myself more for how desperately I want him to continue.
Every carefully constructed wall I've built crumbles under his touch.
"I can't—" The words break apart as sensation overwhelms me.
"You can," he says, voice rough with his own need. "Let go, girl. Just this once, stop being his weapon and just be."
The intensity builds until I'm trembling, caught between resistance and surrender.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
I was supposed to stay in control, stay focused on the mission.
