“You should get some rest. We can talk more tomorrow.”
I move away and sit back in the chair, smiling to myself as I hear her stutter a breath out. I clearly have some effect on her like she does me, but for now, I need to keep my distance so I don’t do something stupid like fuck her, but my dick is waging war against me, and I’m not sure which one of us is going to win. She flops back onto the bed and grunts. She blows out an exaggerated breath. I smile as I turn the page of my book.
Vic
Chapter XLVI
I wake up, and fuck, I’m sore. I try to move too fast, and I wince.
“Wait, you’ll hurt yourself.”
He rushes over from the chair and rips the covers back. “Oh, fuck, shit, I’m sorry.” He pulls them back over me, and I laugh, then wince, then smile.
“Sorry my vagina offended you. I’m sure you’ve seen one before.” I grin as I slide my legs around and pull my t-shirt down to hide myself.
“Not offended, just not a perv who takes advantage either.” He grumbles, then leans in to help me up. He pulls me up till I’m in front of him. “How are you feeling?”
“I’ll live.”
“Do we need to worry about whoever did that to you finding us?”
“Two of the guys are dead. One crashed into the back of a parked car, so they didn’t follow me, and I took preventative countermeasures so we wouldn’t be found. For now, anyway.”
He smiles at me, and his hand reaches out and grabs my hips, and I hold my breath. Every touch just feels so electric. I’ve been touched before, everywhere, some consensual, some not so much, but it’s always been for work, never for me, unless you count me getting off before I kill a guy. But that was always for the job. I wouldn’t have fucked them and walked away. Jacob’s the first man that’s touched me, and I liked it and wanted him to do it again. The feeling of his hands on me makes me question everything, and I long to feel his dick inside me again. I wonder if he will be willing to participate next time.
He reaches up and strokes the hair off my face, and I notice he does that a lot. I smile at the gesture because Xav’s the only one who’s ever touched me with kindness. I close my eyes as his fingers caress down my cheek, and I suck in a breath as the contact is lost and he steps away. “Breakfast?”
I nod and follow him into the kitchen. He pushes me to sit at the island, turns, and starts cooking.
“You’re very domesticated for a single man.”
“Who says I’m single?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I’m good at what I do. I know everything there is to know about you that can be found on the internet. What I don’t know is you as a person, so trust me, I know just how single you are.”
“Ouch! Harsh!”
I grin, and he carries on cooking. He lays out the fry-up in front of me, and I dig in. “We’re going to have to be careful from now on with the supplies I got. They’re gonna be more vigilant now I’ve taken three of their goons out.
“Just how deadly are you?”
“I’m the best they have.” I shrug. “Xav and I, as a team, are unstoppable.”
“So why are they trying to take you out?”
“Because they tried to take you out, and I killed them all. Now I’m being punished.”
“So, your punishment is being dead.”
“Pretty much. Father doesn’t like my disobedience or my incessant whining, to be honest.”
“Your own father?”
“Yes and no, I suppose. He took us all from the orphanages, trained us, experimented on us, and destroyed most of us. He makes us call him Father. But he’s not a father at all.”
“There are more of you?”
“Were.” I groan around the fluffy scrambled eggs. “Xav is number six. I’m number ten. Father likes Roman numerals.” I tap to the back of my neck; he tattooed us all. Xav is six, so he has a VI on his, and I’m Ten, so mine’s an X.”
