touch. A part of me had ached to comply when he asked me to touch him. The way his face had dissolved into a mask of complete bliss as his hand had gripped his cock had been the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I had wanted to be the one giving him that kind of pleasure. And that body… That ridiculous body, with its golden skin like melted caramel, and those arms and hands big enough to snap me in two without him breaking a sweat, had me weak in the knees.
I couldn't be thinking about him as a lover, but that's all my mind kept going back to. Pictures of his massive cock, impressive even as it was only half-erect, had me throbbing in all the right places. And yet, his need to please me had outweighed his own need for self-gratification. Thomson had been right. Zain was a weapon under my full control. I had to be careful about my own desires as he would act without hesitation, without remorse, without mercy to fulfill even my darkest of wishes. Even my hate could become a weapon of mass destruction.
As we entered the training room, I couldn’t help but shake my head when my Nightmare’s attention was immediately drawn to a couple of agents sparring in the boxing arena. The predatory grin on his face was both terrifying and the most incredible of turn-ons. Zain was the ultimate violent, heartless, bad boy. And he was turning me into a complete puddle. He was bad for me, like every other man I had desired before. My attraction to him was all the more dangerous that, this time, I knew I wouldn't get physically hurt as I'd been by the others in the past.
“No,” I said when Zain made to go towards the two men sparring. “I'm not letting you anywhere near other humans right now, not until I know for sure that you have your more violent instincts under control.”
Zain glared at me and scrunched his face as if he'd bitten into something bitter.
“You know, my bride, you are no fun. A little spanking would have helped keep them on their toes,” Zain grumbled like a spoiled brat who had just been denied his favorite toy.
I chuckled and shook my head at him. “We're not putting you through anything overly intense right now, especially since you've just eaten. For the time being, we're just going to make you do some stretching and muscular exercises to help awaken your body and make you familiar with its strength and limitations. I don't want you hurting yourself by overextending your abilities.”
I led him to the back of the room where we picked up a couple of bottles of water and a towel each. Opening the drawer as indicated on the instructions on my tablet, I retrieved a few wireless patches from it.
“Lift your shirt,” I said to Zain, relieved that my eagerness didn't show in my voice.
His eyes widened in surprise before smoldering.
“Don't get any funny ideas, big boy,” I said in a chastising tone. “I'm only going to place these monitoring devices on you to track your vitals while we're doing some exercises.”
The slight disappointment that flashed over his features did funny things to me. What woman wouldn't feel flattered to have such a breathtakingly handsome man obsessed with her? Even now, I wanted to sink my fingers through his wavy black hair that fell to his shoulders. He was stunning, with a square jaw, plump lips on a wide mouth that was made to kiss, a proud nose and emerald eyes with long eyelashes that would make any woman jealous. They stood out against his bronze skin in the most hypnotic fashion.
Averting my eyes not to get swallowed up by their mesmerizing effect, I lowered my gaze only to have a bolt of lust exploding in the pit of my stomach at the sight of the bare skin of his chest. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to ignore the obnoxious smirk that stretched his lips as I placed the patches on him. It was only fair when he shivered, his abdominal muscles contracting every time my fingers brushed against him.
The slightly evil side I discovered in me whenever dealing with Zain surprised me. I made it a point to deliberately touch him but in a way that appeared accidental. It was ridiculous because his torture was also mine.
“You may lower your shirt,” I said at last, the gravel in my