My body is so stimulated that when he sinks inside me in one delicious go, I almost come right here right now.
Just like yesterday, his gaze doesn’t leave mine. It’s like he needs me to see how clear his eyes are even when they’re hazy with untamed lust. It’s the connection that makes me come apart around him.
If I had any doubts before, now I’m sure that whatever we have is beyond any fucking or physical struggles. He owns a piece of my soul and as he kisses me while riding his own orgasm, I know I own a piece of his soul, too.
We lay in each other’s arms, breathing heavily and basking in the remnants of the dopamine cloud.
There’s some blood on the sheets. No idea if it’s his or mine. I think I scratched him too hard.
“You asked me if I like being hollow.” He curls a strong hand around my nape. “I don’t.”
I stare up at him, not believing my ears. “Then why were you?”
“It was easier. Less complicated.”
From what I learnt about his life, I can’t say I blame him.
“I feel like I’m hollow, too, sometimes,” I admit in a soft whisper. It’s like a chunk of me is missing since my parents’ death.
“We’ll fill each other up.” His lips graze my forehead in a long, toe-curling kiss.
I must’ve drifted to sleep because Shadow wakes me up in the middle of the night by slipping inside me from behind. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. I come twice before he lets me go back to sleep again.
When I wake up the second time, he’s pressing a hand to my mouth with a knife in his other hand. The small light coming from outside casts harsh edges on his features.
My eyes bulge as sleep withers away.
What…?
He places an index finger to his lips. “Someone is here.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
I shove Zoe inside a wardrobe and cover her with clothes until only the blonde strands peek out. “Don’t come out under any fucking circumstances.”
The shining green of her eyes fills with fear. “But what if –”
I place a finger on her lips and shake my head. “They’re after me. If they don’t know you’re here, they won’t target you.”
At least I fucking hope they don’t. I’m guessing this is one of Team Ink’s stunts. Their target should be me. If anyone puts their hands on her, I’ll burn them alive and watch the fucking show.
After I make sure she’s in a good hiding spot, I start to close the wardrobe.
Zoe grabs my wrist. “I can shoot. Give me a gun.”
After I faced Ghost about the security footage, he mentioned something about her being a police forces’ student. Her fighting skills made sense with that background, but I didn’t spare it much thought at the time. Now, it’s useful. At least I know she can protect herself if something happens to me.
I reach for the floor, fish into my trousers until I find the gun. She can have it, I’ll deal with the knife. I’m better at close range combat, anyway.
Once I hand her the weapon, Zoe holds it with steady, confident fingers and checks the chamber for bullets. I grin, feeling inexplicably proud of her.
“How about you?” She stares at the knife in my hand.
“I have a spare,” I lie. “Stay low. Don’t attack unless you’re attacked.”
She nods longer than needed. I’m about to close the wardrobe when she holds the door. Her soft plead almost undoes me. “Come back, okay?”
“You bet, beautiful.”
I shut the wardrobe, the window, and the door, and I’m flying down the stairs.
Ink’s cockroaches have been hiding the last few weeks, so I thought he was letting go of the grudge. I should’ve known better. That fucker is even more petty than me.
I hold the non-sharp side of the knife between my teeth while I button my trousers. My movements are swift and silent as I stalk to the entrance.
Sounds drift from the kitchen. A pan. A lighter. A chair being pulled. I’m not even on Omega – that much – but I can still hear them.
I stop at the corner leading to the kitchen and grab my knife in my hand. It’s a lot of noise for someone intruding, but The Pit’s assassins have a lot of crazy going on.
Maybe they have a death wish.
“Fancy a cup of tea? Coffee?”
“Something stronger.”
Those two voices.
My hold falters on the knife, but I don’t drop it as I barge into the kitchen.