Page 77 of Dark Heart
“I wanted someone... like me.”
He caresses my face, waiting for me to continue.
“Someone broken. Scarred. Perhaps alone. A dark heart,” I murmur bitterly.
He runs his fingers over my lashes, wiping away a few tears, and I close my eyes, hoping that he can make an exception, change his mind, and perhaps… kiss me.
His breath fans over my lips, fueling my hope.
I feel his tender touch, his fingers brushing my face, his lips so close, almost touching mine.
I open my eyes just as he angles his head and brings his lips to mine. A moan climbs out of my chest when he touches my lips and moves his tongue with mine.
He leans into me as I curl my arms around his neck, kissing him back.
He deepens the kiss, the intimate connection electrifying my body, stirring a frenzy inside me.
I moan softly, quickly becoming a blaze.
Smoothly, he breaks away.
“We need to go,” he says, his voice cold this time, and my heart becomes a blizzard.
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JADEN
I can’t ignore it.I can’t fucking ignore it.
I read the message again, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists.
‘He knows where you live.Meet me tonight. The usual place and time.’
I learned earlyin my life that mistakes come with a hefty price, and they’re almost never worth it.
Sure, people say you learn from your mistakes.
Yeah. Well, most things I learned didn’t help me much, and the price was still too much to pay.
I dismount my bike and swagger across the parking lot, scanning the street from time to time.
This isn’t the cheapest hotel in town, yet it’s not five-star. But I understand her reasons.
It’s more difficult to get spotted in a place like this.
I wish I had known who her husband was when one of his men hired me to fuck her so that his boss could watch us.
I never cared to ask about him. Mainly because I almost never do. I don’t need to.
Frankly, it’s easier that way.
Had I known she was some local, small-time drug dealer’s wife or that she’d become obsessed with me, I would’ve never touched her.
Things went well the first time we met. So well, I couldn’t anticipate any problems. And then she wanted an encore––without him watching, as these things usually go.
She hired me the second time and paid me a few times over my going rate.
I should’ve known right then and there that it would cost me later, but I couldn’t come up with a good enough reason to decline her offer.
