with his story. It isn’t mine to tell.
“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard. And they want me?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Yeah.”
“Good luck.” She giggles and rolls back over. My insides shake but I know what she meant. There’s something she has to know though. I climb onto the bed and grab her shoulder, pulling her back so she’s looking at me.
“I’ll only say this once. If it comes down to you or him, I will always choose him.” I wait for her to argue with me but when she reaches up and grabs my face, pulling it to hers, I can’t say anything more. All thoughts are gone and there’s just us—her mouth moving over mine, her tongue pulling at mine.
“I wouldn’t make you choose, Grave,” she whispers before kissing me again. When we pull apart, I lay down next to her.
“How are the wounds?”
“Fine. I took my medicine like a good girl,” she mocks, causing me to chuckle.
“What are your plans?”
“I want him dead,” she says simply.
“Why do you need me to do that?”
“Why not?”
“I mean it, Silla. You’re a fuckin’ hitman. You don’t need me.”
“I can’t use my regular go-to guys for information. I was hoping you could help me there. I need to know what the point of that attack was, and I need to be sure he’s the one who orchestrated it.” I sigh and reach for her, pulling her into my side.
“I can do that. You know it’s gonna take a while, yeah?” I ask her.
“I know. I’m in no rush. The longer he sits around wondering what the hell happened to me, the better. He isn’t good under pressure, Grave. He will snap and when he does, I will be there standing in his weakness.” God, I don’t know how I was lucky enough to fall into this girl, but I am damn glad I did.
“That easy, huh?”
“Let me ask you this. Your dad tried to kill you. Right in front of all your family and now you want him dead, right?” I nod my head. “That’s no different from me. He had it done that way for a reason. If it was just a kill and go, I would be dead. No, he wanted to make a show out of it, out of me.”
“You sayin’ he didn’t want you dead?”
“No. I think he wanted me dead, but what he wanted more was to make me the example. He wanted everyone else to see what happens when you get out of line,” she says.
“So you got out of line? What did you do?” She intrigues me. There is no doubt she is her own person and God, that makes her sexier in my book.
“I don’t like playing by the rules. I have my own set of rules. I want to know why I’m killing before I kill. If I don’t think that person should die, then they won’t. At least not by my hand.”
“He has others?”
“No one as good as me,” she says as she rolls and moves to straddle my hips. I watch her as she slowly pulls her t-shirt over her head and tosses it to the side. Her hands move over herbody, caressing herself the way my tongue wants to. When she pulls her nipples into hard buds, I nearly come beneath her. She lifts up and undoes my jeans before getting my cock free. I keep my eyes on her the whole time, loving to see her like this. She doesn’t care, she just feels, and it’s something I really like about her. In minutes, she has a condom from my jeans rolled down my length. She hovers over me before putting me where she wants me. Slowly, she lowers herself until I grab her hips causing her to lose her balance. She impales herself on my cock, a roar tearing from her throat has me shaking. Panting and wide-eyed, she looks down at me before smiling.
“Well played,” she says as she slowly rolls her hips. I groan and let her have her time. Soon she will be screaming for me. Soon I will be filling her with all the pent-up emotions racing through my body like the blood in my veins. I groan as her body clenches and releases. This girl is like nothing I’ve ever felt but always knew I wanted. Raising my hips, I give her a little help as she moans and slides her hands all over her body.
“Grave?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you keep me?” My