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“Make love to me, assassin,” she teased as we slowly went up the stairs.
I slid my hand down and grabbed her ass. “Whatever the warrior wants, she gets.”
We walked hand-in-hand up those stairs.
Into the light.
It felt different now; everything did. I wasn’t thinking about my family back home anymore. All I saw was her in that white dress. All I felt was the burning from her touch. Her gentle fingertips caressing my arm.
Maybe this would be different, we would hold one another, and everything would feel like the happy ending she deserved, where we could just sit and—
“—Hold this.” The minute we were back in the room, she quickly took off one shoe and then the other, handing me her red Valentino clutch while I watched, dumbfounded.
Her dress was next. She softly stepped out of it, facing me in nothing but a lacy bra and a pair of matching underwear, they were tan but matched her skin in a way that made her look naked. A knife was strapped to her thigh… why was I so consumed with the view of a knife being there more than her lingerie, and yet I was still holding the damn purse?
I fixated on the way it pressed against her thigh; my fingers trembled to reach it, jerk it free, and slide the strap down just to see the marks against her leg that her protection left her.
Brave girl.
My girl.
I rubbed my chin with my free hand while she crooked her fingers, took the purse, tossed it to the floor, and reached for my black trousers. I didn’t move an inch. I let her tease me, torment me with those soft fingertips as she dropped my pants.
Her head tilted, her pretty white blond hair falling across the straps of her bra. “Commando at a funeral?”
“I highly doubt anything’s going to turn me on over death—”
“—And mine? When you’re inside me?” She raked her hands across my ass then pressed her thumbs against my hips. “Hmm?”
“I don’t think anyone…” I grunted. “…should be naked at a funeral, After? Yes.”
She spun me around, gripping the edges of my shirt, tugging them back, and ripping them open.
I slipped out of it, kicked it with my trousers, and then pressed her against the bed. My body was first, my mouth was second, and my tongue third seeking her mouth, parting her lips.
I’d just tasted a piece of her when she scrambled away from me and gave me an insane view of her ass as she reached into the side table and pulled out a rope.
I laughed. “Been planning this?”
“Been hoping for it.” It dangled out of her hands.
“You think that can hold me?”
She crawled toward me on the bed and started wrapping it around my wrists. “I think you want it to, so yes.”
I kissed her nose. “Good answer, wasn’t expecting this.”
“Well.” She tugged the rope tight on my right hand, then my left, making me wince. “Someone once told me to set the pain free. It was a painful day, and there can be beauty in pain, so why not tie you hard, watch your beauty, add in a dose of pain, and feel it between us?”
“Shared.” I swallowed and looked down at my shaking hands. How had she squeezed into my soul so easily? A question maybe I would never have the answer to, but I had her now, I wanted her forever, and I couldn’t help but feel like my dick was going to die a slow death already.
She leaned down as if she was teasing like she was going to taste me; her hair grazed my tip before she sat up and smiled, then started to tie.
Who the hell taught her to tie knots like this?
Sure as hell wasn’t me.
Instant jealousy washed over me.
