Page 39 of Like a Hurricane

She slumps back, her spine resting on the mirror as hooded eyes follow me while I gather some cloths to clean her up.

I swipe between her legs, grinning when she flinches as I wipe over her pussy. “Get in the shower, princess. I’ll make you food.”

“Unicorn.” She mutters. “A crazy one though.”

“Sorry?”

“You’re a unicorn.”

“I’m not following, princess,” I pull up my sweats, cocking my head as she picks up a towel to cover herself.

“You know, a fictional creature.”

“I can assure you I am very real, or do I need to prove it again?”

“Well first, you make me come hard during sex and that just doesn’t happen, then you do it again with your mouth and you didn’t even care that your come was still dripping out of me, and now you’re going to make me food? This shit only happens in books. Men just don’t do this. It makes it almost possible to forgive the whole kidnapping shit.”

I step up to her, lifting a hand to swipe across her plump bottom lip. Her eyes drop to my mouth, ready for me to kiss her but I don’t.

“I’ll correct something for you, little storm.Mendo this. They worship their women, get pleasure through watching them fall apart, they feed them and take care of them because that’s what they want to do. Don’t confuse me with theboysyou’ve been with before. They don’t matter. There is only me. And you are mine.”

Her eyes widen and then I kiss her, letting her taste us on her tongue.

“And I didn’t kidnap you,” I yank at the towel, forcing it from her, “It’s called relocation.”

“Kidnap,” she snaps back. “And you drugged me, let’s not forget that.”

“Well, you would have screamed the whole town down,” I defend, “Get in the shower.”

I don’t wait for whatever retort she’s ready to throw back at me. I leave her to clean up and head into the kitchen, washing my hands before I start to prepare the dinner from whatever ingredients we have left. This snow needed to stop soon otherwise we would run out.

I have the dinner cooking when Arryn comes out, wet hair pulled across one shoulder as she dries it with a towel. “That smells amazing. Who taught you to cook?”

“I did, princess.”

“Your mom?”

“Didn’t know her. I left home early,” I turn my back on her as she takes a seat at the table, curiosity stamped on her face, “Had to figure it out pretty quick if I didn’t want to survive on ramen and eggs for the rest of my life.”

“And you learnt that in between killing people?”

Curiosity… it was a bitch, wasn’t it?

“Yeah princess.”

“You know, I believed there were people like you, I’m not naïve enough to believe hitmen or assassins don’t exist, but I never expected to meet one.”

“We’re a necessity,” I tell her, pulling plates from the cupboard.

“How do you figure that, Everett?” She asks.

“Because without us there would be no one to cull the greedy and corrupt.”

“There are still greedy and corrupt people.”

“There always will be but now there are a little less.”

“But that’s not the only people you accept jobs for, is it? My father,” Her voice chokes on that, “The Wares were just competition.”

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