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“What took you so long,” he grits between his teeth but when I close the door behind us, his fuming eyes move from my facedown my body and I catch the shift in him. It’s like I’ve snapped my fingers and a look of utter need floods his eyes. “It was worth it though,” he slowly exhales, shifting and my jaw slacks when he moves his hand under the duvet and adjusts himself.
I flush and my heart ticks as I slowly walk over to him. “You must eat,” I murmur. “How else will you regain your health.”
“I regain my health by having you near. I don’t need anything but you in your little uniform doting on me.”
“If only that was true.” Reaching forward, I peel off the plastic on his blueberry jello and put it back down. “Please eat. I need to go and check upon some of my other patients...”
“Feed me.”
My eyes go to his in surprise. He’s massive, his hair is out of the braid and flaring down to his pecs like ribbons of silver. His arms are enormous with biceps like bowling balls and he didn’t get shot in his arms which means it’s not necessary that I feed him.
“You’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself,” I whisper and he puts his hand on my arm.
“Please...” he groans and I can’t say no to him. Grabbing a scoop of jello, I move it to his mouth and he opens and swallows. A triumphant and highly satisfied expression colors his face and he seems even bigger than usual.
He’s so stimulating to my senses that I have to bite my lower lip to not let out a moan. Girls get lost in men like him. He’s like a wild forest of birches that you run into and then can’t get out because everything looks the same. Viper is a labyrinth, a dark one and a part of me doesn’t care if I lose myself in him because I would rather be lost in him than found in some other man.
Does he know that I harbor these kinds of feelings for him? Can he tell by simply looking at my face? I feel myself going red and he rasps,
“I love it when you blush, angel. I’d pay you to blush on demand if I could.”
“Would you? I’ve always found the habit annoying. Too revealing, too obvious.”
“It’s what I like about you.” His eyes roam down my face. “It’s what endears you to me.”
Endears? “That’s a surprise. I always believed mobsters liked golddiggers...” I slap a hand over my mouth when I realize what I’ve said. “Whoops...” his eyes darken and I stutter, “I mean you’re in the Nordic M...mafia aren’t you?”
His fists clench causing his biceps to swell like goodies baked in an oven. “You found out about that? Who told you?”
“Does it matter? It’s true isn’t it?” Most of his runes are hidden by his hospital clothes but his arms are still visible. “Besides it’s not like you’re making a huge effort keeping it a secret.” My hand shivers lightly when I move the jello to his mouth but he clasps it, to stop it from shaking.
“The life I lead has nothing to do with you, angel. I may be in the mafia but I am also a man, with needs and wants and it is them you need to worry about. Not what I do for a living.”
His words about me needing to pay attention to his needs make desire stir in me. “But, you’re the leader aren’t you? Your organization terrorizes this town.”
“We only go after the ones who deserve it, those who are even worse than us.” He lets out a masculine snort. “In our own way we are even moral. One could practically even go so far and say I have a halo over my head.”
“Do you?” I squint really hard. “I can’t see it.”
Viper chuckles. “Tamsin...” he purrs, “do not tease me. Did I not after all take two bullets for you?”
I lick my lips. “Why did you do that...exactly?”
“Because I can’t stand seeing small, innocent things get hurt. I didn’t think, I reacted on pure instinct knowing that even if I can’t be this world’s hero, I need to at least be yours.”
Dropping the spoon I stare at him with wide eyes, at the sudden openness in him, at the vulnerability. I feel myself turn hot for him, my temperature rising and I gasp for air.
“Kiss me, angel,” Viper growls. “Been thinking about your mouth all day, now give it.”
“B...but someone could see. You’re still a patient and...Ah!” I shriek when Viper swipes the tray off the bed in one move, causing it to smash into the wall and he snatches me to him.
“Viper, your wounds!” I cry, plastered against his chest like a bookmark in a love story.
“Fuck the wounds,” he snarls. He clasps my face and looks at me with deranged eyes. “If you’re so concerned with my wellbeing then kill my pain.” I have no other choice than to oblige and when he slants his lips over mine, I respond fiercely. Viper swallows me like I’m the sea and he the monster that’s been lurking at the bottom all along. His muscles play underneath my chest, his mouth hungering for me as if I’m thelast meal he’ll ever have. There is deadliness in him but his kiss is devotion.
Us being intimate like this causes his pulse to speed up and the oximeter starts popping until Viper slams his hand down on it and I cry against his lips,
“You’re ruining the equipment!”
