Page 16 of Allegiant

“Gotta go.” He stares at me and runs a hand through his hair, another sigh leaving him. “This was a mistake.”

Then, just like before, he shakes his head, and without another word, he leaves once more.

5

SAMSON

My mood darkens when I’m forced to step back from Rowan. It grows blacker with every step I take toward the Buckingham Manor.

I’m not sure why I hooked up with Rowan the first time, let alone this one.

Oh, right. It’s because I’m horny as fuck and Rowan is temptation personified.

At least I haven’t fucked him. I’m not sure why that’s important, but it is. I might’ve gone to that motel expecting to do just that, but the instant I saw him standing in nothing but a scrap of lace, I was done for. The rabbit hole opened, and I was tumbling down after him with nothing to slow my fall.

So, no. I can’t fuck him. If I cross that line, I’ll do something really fucking stupid.

Like lock him in my car and drive across several states so no one can ever hurt him.

Doesn’t really go with my job of assassinating him.

My temper ticks higher. I’m frustrated with the situation and how I’m denying myself. Not something I usually do. Normally I’m all about pleasure, whatever form it comes in.

This saintly shit isn’t for me. But it is for the best.

If I’m to keep my sanity.

I’m also pissed that my dance lesson was cut short. Dancing makes me happy. Dancing with Rowan? That was making me fucking ecstatic.

Until Wylder’s call interrupted everything.

Fucker.

By the time I slam my way into the conference room, I’m bristling with fury. “What the fuck is it this time?”

Several pairs of brows rise at my words. But it’s Wylder who answers me. “It’s the meeting we have at this time every week.”

Fuck. He’s right. Doesn’t mean I’m about to apologize. He interrupted something I’ve been fantasizing about. These damn meetings are getting old anyway.

Dropping into my chair, I pull out my dagger and stab it into the wooden table.

“Could you not destroy my furniture?”

I dig it in a little deeper. “Was hoping we could skip these meetings and you could send the info in an email.”

“You know I can’t do that. It could be hacked. Everything needs to be done here. In person.”

I roll my eyes and sigh. He has a point, but I won’t admit it. “Fine. Get on with it, then. I’ve got places to be.”

Like back in that dance studio with my hand around Rowan’s cock.

And, yeah, I know that’s not what I’m supposed to be doing with Rowan. But I can’t help myself. I look at him and…I stop thinking. It’s the only explanation as to why I keep touching him with my hands and mouth instead of my dagger.

“How about we start with you?” Wylder says, idly tapping his fingers on the table. “What’s your mission report on the Mitchell case?”

I don’t let anything show on my face. I’m good at that. We all are. My temper might be quick to rouse, but that’s the only area where I’m not in control.

Except with Rowan, apparently.