Everyone was pissed, even if the woman before me killed people to protect members of the club and made the threat go away.Let’s just keep it to...the connection is hanging by a thread, to say the least.Maybe not so much a thread since there hasn’t been any communication since.
The question rumbles through my chest, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I catch the slight wince she tries to cover up by pulling off the black mask that covered her long light brown hair.I’ve only seen her wear black from the crown of her head down to her boots.That, and bare naked when we had sex for hours on end.Shit.My cock twitches at the reminder and it’s not something I need when there’s only a towel wrapped around my waist.
A sigh rips from her when she throws the mask on my bed.“I don’t know.”
Well, at least she’s honest, is the first thought running through my head.I need to press the matter, but the way she closes her eyes and swallows hard makes me fucking twitchy.
Lowering my gun, I demand, “What the fuck happened before you got here?”
Her gorgeous green eyes flare when they hit my blue ones.“Do you have to keep cursing?”
“Stop stalling and spill,” I fire back.
Her eyes narrow and she points at my arm.“Tell me why you have a large scar on your arm first.It wasn’t there two months ago.”
“Work,” I snap.“A wall and ceiling came down when I assisted in a serial killer case Broken Deeds was working on.I only suffered a sprained ankle and a large laceration; some weren’t so lucky.Worth it, ’cause we brought a killer to justice.Now, tell me what happened.”
She winces again but starts to spill anyway.“I went rogue and ran into shit where I killed a guy I probably shouldn’t have.My father is going to be pissed if he finds out...which he always does.Pissed might not be the correct word.Livid besides disappointment since there will be huge consequences.”
Now I get why she keeps wincing, with me reminding her I catch killers and her admitting to killing right before she slipped into my room.Talk about huge balls.I guess it shows what kind of woman she is, and I have to say...it’s fucking appealing.
Walking to my desk, I place my gun on it and snatch the towel from my waist to dry my hair while I ask, “Why did you go rogue in the first place?”
I’m drying my cock and balls when I glance at her and see how her stare is locked on my hands.The corner of my mouth twitches.Yeah, I’m an asshole for flaunting the crown jewels in front of her, but to be honest?She’s licked every inch of me and felt my cock in her mouth, pussy, and ass, so why be a prude when she’s the one interrupting me in my own bedroom?
“I’m waiting,” I rumble and she licks her damn lips as if she’s about to drop to her knees and suck me off any damn second.
The woman can truly suck an orgasm straight from my balls but now is not the time.
“Explain why you went rogue, Lu,” I snap.
Her gaze collides with mine and she throws everything out on one breath.“I didn’t want another arranged marriage, and when I met the guy I’m supposed to marry I got a bad feeling in my gut.I followed him from my house to his and that’s where things ended...badly.”
“Another marriage?”I raise my eyebrow in question.
Lu shifts on her feet as if she’s uncomfortable with this discussion.
Her gaze hits the floor when she says, “Women in our world are untouched until marriage.I was promised to my first husband when I was sixteen and married when I became of age.The day after we were married, he tried to assassinate my father.It was the first moment someone was in our home under personal circumstances.We had our guard down.Well, I didn’t, and I was able to intervene in time.”She nervously rubs her hands.“At the age of twenty-two the mafia world still considers me a young widow, available to remarry.I don’t have kids and do have a desirable family connection.Hence the reason my father arranged another marriage.First, I thought he had ulterior motives he would clarify, but he’s been closed off when it comes to information ever since I met Livi.Not that I blame her, it’s just an event marking a timeline for me.”
I hide my shock by getting dressed to give myself some time to answer.Damn.I knew this woman was unlike any other, but one thing is certain: she’s not the marrying kind.With her killing her husband, and a new fiancé...it does make a guy think twice about fucking her.Then again...my cock has been inside every damn hole of her body and I am still breathing.
Which makes me wonder, “How many guys have you had sex with?”
She frowns.“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“Answer the question.”I place my hands on my hips.
“Two,” she grits.“The first time was my wedding night, and you.”
Fuck.
Reaching for my gun, I slide it into the holster and keep palming it when I ask, “Did you come here to off me too?Some kind of killing streak of sex partners?”
She flips me off.“If it’s any comfort...the other one was picked for me...I chose you.”
I can’t help the sly grin sliding across my face.“You have more than one way to make me feel damn special.”
