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“I win,” I say in a slow, drawling gloat. Ghost scowls at me.
“And I get to stab you,” he quips.
“Fair’s fair. She’s worth bleeding for.”
Ghost draws his knife from the pocket of his hoodie, flicks the blade open and strikes.
Gotta hand it to him, he’s lightning fast. Even if it was broad daylight I wouldn’t have seen the attack coming. He’s in and out of my flesh before I can draw a sharp breath, wiping the metal on his jeans before flicking the knife closed and returning it to his pocket.
I’m surprised he had it in him.
My fingers find the shallow cut on my abdomen and I curse under my breath that a perfectly good shirt and waistcoat have been ruined. Red may be worth bleeding over but sacrificing damn good tailoring might be a step too far.
I feel no pain.
“Give her here,” I say to Hatchet when Ghost walks away without another word. He hands her over without question – not that I’d expect any words to come from his mouth, but his face is expressive enough when he wants it to be. Right now, there’s no reproach on his face, only acceptance.
Once she’s in my arms I carefully hold her up to avoid getting my blood on her. Though the idea of her naked and covered in my blood, begging for mercy, makes my dick hard.
“Goodnight gentlemen,” I call over my shoulder to the others as I head for the lift. “I have a date with sleeping beauty.”
* * *
The lift doorsslide shut behind me, and I lean my head back against the wall as I press the button for the main floor. Blood trickles from the cut on my stomach, and I can feel a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth.
Ghost may have won the bounty, but I got what I wanted. Kayla in my arms, and a little bit of pain to remind me of the thrill of the chase.
She’s breathing softly by the time I step out of the lift and make my way down the hallway. The door to her room is slightly ajar – not surprising, Seytan probably had a good snoop while we were out on the mission – and I nudge it open with my foot as I step inside.
The room is dimly lit, and I carefully place her down on the bed. She’s on her back, still unconscious, and I wonder if I need to roll her onto her side.
Probably not. It’s not like I’m going anywhere. I’ll just keep an eye on her.
I take a moment to look at her. Despite the blood, sweat and dirt covering her skin, she’s pretty, with a heart-shaped face and full lips that I long to feed my cock between.
Her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes, and I grow hard at the sight of her slightly parted lips.
I could do anything I wanted to her right now, and she’d never know.
The thought makes me groan as my dick pulses.
I want to take her mouth, fuck it, own it and mark it as mine.
She begins to stir, her eyelids fluttering and her chest rising and falling faster, as if she knows my dirty intentions and they arouse her too.
“Soon, Red. Let’s get you cleaned up first,” I tell her reverently, touching her tenderly as I strip her off, toss her ripped and dirty clothes into a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed.
She’s fucking magnificent naked. I didn’t take the time to fully appreciate her the last time we fucked, but right now I have all the time in the world.
I gently roll her onto her side, and she coughs up a little blood as I do. I wipe it away with the thumb of my free hand, and she shifts as if she’s trying to get more comfortable.
Her body is lean and toned, with supple curves and pale skin that’s a stark contrast to the bright colourful riot of tattoos covering her body.
I trail my free hand down her back and over her ass, and she sighs softly as I gently massage her side.
There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom, and I grab it alongside a face cloth which I run under lukewarm water and wring out. Carefully, I use tweezers to remove the glass that’s stuck in her skin, dabbing at her cuts with antiseptic. She doesn’t even react to the sting.
When she’s patched up, I use my trusty kit to inject her with a little something to help her sleep better. Wouldn’t want her waking up and disturbing my fun. Then I remove my shoes, peeling back the insole in my right shoe to remove the blade I keep there for emergencies. I slowly unbutton my slacks and ease them down my thighs, along with my silk boxers.
