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For a moment, I'm tempted to send her away. To maintain the wall between my world and hers. But the sight of her, soft and inviting, ignites a primal need within me.
"Set it down," I command, my voice low and authoritative. Sydney obeys, her eyes widening slightly at my tone. Good. She needs to remember who's in charge here.
I stalk towards her, enjoying the way her breath quickens with each step. When I reach her, I cup her face in my hands, my touch possessive. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I growl.
Sydney shivers, her pupils dilating with desire. "Avros," she breathes. “We shouldn’t do this again.”
“But you want to.” The look in her eyes says it all. “So do I.”
I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all my frustration and need into it. Sydney melts against me with a whimper, her body molding to mine as if we were made for each other. I growl low in my throat, deepening the kiss as my hands roam her curves possessively.
“This body is mine,” I murmur against her lips, nipping gently. “Every inch of it, Sydney. Do you understand?"
She nods, breathless and flushed. “I understand, Avros. No other man will touch me, I swear it. I’m yours.”
The admission sends a jolt of possessive pleasure through me. I lift her easily, setting her on the edge of my desk and stepping between her parted thighs. My hands slide up her legs, pushing her dress higher.
"I want you," I growl, my voice rough with need. "Right here, right now. Can you be quiet for me,krasotka? Can you take what I give you without making a sound?"
Sydney's eyes widen, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flashing across her face. But she nods, biting her lower lip in a way that makes me want to soothe the sting with my tongue.
I capture her mouth once more, swallowing her soft moans as I touch her everywhere, relearning the landscape of her body. My fingers find her center, already slick with arousal, and I growl my approval.
"So wet for me," I murmur, circling her clit with maddening slowness. "Such a good girl."
Sydney whimpers, her hips rocking against my hand. I use my free hand to pin her in place, a reminder of who's in control.
"Patience," I chide gently. "I'll give you what you need on my own terms. Trust me."
She nods, her eyes locked on mine as I continue my sweet torture. When I finally slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, Sydney has to bury her face in my shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure.
I work her higher and higher, my own need building to a fever pitch, my cock aching to thrust in her wet heat. But I hold back, focused solely on her pleasure. When she finally comes apart in my arms, shaking and gasping my name, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
As Sydney comes down from her high, I hold her close, pressing soft kisses to her temple. For a moment, I let myself believe that this could be enough. That I could leave behind the violence anddarkness of my world, build a life with this incredible woman who's somehow wormed her way into my heart.
But reality crashes back in as my phone buzzes on the desk. It’s a message from my hitman.
Job done. Target eliminated.
The cold satisfaction I usually feel after a successful hit is tainted now by a twinge of something. Is it regret? Could it be shame? I push the feeling aside, focusing instead on the warmth of Sydney in my arms.
"What was that?" she asks, her voice slightly muffled against my chest.
I tense for a moment before forcing myself to relax. "Nothing important," I lie smoothly, tilting her chin up to kiss her softly. "Just some business being taken care of."
Sydney searches my face, and for a heart-stopping moment, I think she's going to call me out on the lie. But then she simply nods, snuggling closer.
"I trust you, Avros," she murmurs, and the words are like a knife to my gut.
I hold her tighter, burying my face in her hair to hide the conflict I'm sure is written all over my face. Because the truth is, I don't deserve her trust. Not when I'm keeping so much from her. Not when my hands are stained with the blood of countless men, Lance Halloway now among them.
But I'm too selfish to let her go. Too weak to push her away, even though I know it's what I should do.
As we break apart, both breathless and flushed, I make a silent vow. I'll find a way to protect both Sydney and Miron. To keep my promise to my brother without losing the woman who's become my whole world.
But deep down, a voice whispers that I can't have both. That sooner or later, I'll have to choose. And that choice may very well destroy me.
For now, though, I push those dark thoughts aside. I have Sydney in my arms, warm and willing. Miron is one step closer to freedom. And for the moment, that has to be enough.
