Xavier shakes his head. “Good night, little raptor.”
He turns his back to me and walks into the darkness, blending in with the shadows. The only reason I know he’s there is the sound of his footsteps. They gradually fade, taking my answers with them.
Chapter 20
XAVIER
Once Delilah can no longer see me, I spin around, my gaze immediately finding her. I stand there, torn between following her back to the dorms and searching for her attacker. Knowing the identity of the driver, I’m certain it wasn’t a fucking accident. The thing I don’t know is why he did it.
I’ll find out.
I’ve taken the necessary precautions to keep Delilah off the Order’s radar, but that woman is stubborn and keeps showing up in places she shouldn’t. I’ll have to be firmer with her going forward. Although I enjoy interacting with her in any capacity, I won’t risk her life just for the sake of my obsession.
Delilah walks swiftly toward the dorms, and I stay behind her like a shadow. It’s unlikely that she’ll be accosted on the way there, but I’m not willing to take the chance. As soon as she’s safe behind a locked door, I’ll confront that asshole who thought he could take her from me.
I keep my head on a swivel as she walks, the girl completely oblivious to my presence. Well, maybe not completely. A coupleof times she pauses and looks over her shoulder. She scans the area, but I remain hidden.
What kind of assassin would I be if she were able to spot me?
The entire way, Delilah is alert and tense, but the second she steps through the doorway of the building, she relaxes. So do I. After retrieving my phone, I unlock the screen and bring up the live feed from her dorm room. She appears a minute later.
My girl kicks off her shoes, sits on the bed, and grabs her laptop. Her eyes are glued to the screen as she types on the keyboard. I adjust the settings on my phone and zoom in as much as it’ll allow. The image focuses, revealing a social media app and a profile picture that’s familiar.
It’s mine.
Satisfaction has my dick getting hard. She’s interested in me. Not as much as I am in her, but this is a good start.
As I watch her scroll through my profile, I fist my hands, the need to touch her overwhelming me. The memory of the first time my fingers brushed her skin rises in my mind. Not the time I grabbed her wrist three years ago, but the gentle touch from earlier. Her skin was impossibly smooth, but it was her reaction to me that etched the moment deep into my consciousness. In my soul.
If I even have one.
There was a hesitation in her gaze, a wariness skating over her face when she looked down at me. However, the second I wrapped my hands around her slim neck, she softened. Submitted. Despite her unease, her gaze was bright with curiosity, and a tiny spark of attraction.
That’s all I need to make an inferno. To make her burn for me.
She tried to mask her body’s reaction to me, but her uneven breaths blew across my lips, making me hungry for more than just a touch. I wanted to fucking devour her. With Delilah’scurves pressing into me, it took every ounce of discipline I possess not to flip her over and fuck her on the asphalt.
My obsession extends beyond sex, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about the day I’ll take her innocence, make her bleed on my cock. She’ll mark me just as much as I plan on claiming her.
My gaze zeros in on her mouth. Her lips move, but there’s no audio. With a frown, I turn on the microphone on my phone and wait for the red light to appear. It’s connected to a Bluetooth earpiece in her room. It took me a few days to find a pair that was compatible and discreet, but it was worth the effort. Having chosen Delilah’s dorm room for her before she arrived helped immensely.
“Why are you being such a fucknugget?” Delilah mutters to my picture, her voice filling my ear.
I laugh at her name for me. It’s not the worst thing I’ve been called.
She sighs, the sound forlorn. “Ben, why won’t you talk to me?”
The mention of the recruit sobers me, erasing all traces of amusement. Her concern for him is understandable. What isn’t rational is the fury that builds in my gut. The possessiveness I feel for her is like a feral animal wanting to kill any other man that approaches her. It’s a primitive urge.
One I won’t be able to contain forever.
She sits up. “What the hell?”
Delilah squints down at the screen and clicks something. It’s the direct message I just sent her through the app. I smile in the darkness at her look of confusion. She’s fucking adorable when she scrunches her face like that.
Xavier: You’re a stalker.
Delilah: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
