“So you are Breed,” she said, grinning as if she’d won. Not that she ever thought he could be human. He was just too much… everything. “And we’ve been through this, I’ve told you everything I know.”
“I think you’re lying.”
Irritation prickled her. “Why would I lie?”
“Because you lied so easily to your vampire friend back there.” He dipped his head, and Rae refused to move even a millimetre. “Keep holding out on me, and see where it gets you.”
“Sounds like a threat, Mr Liu Wood. You need me, rememb –”
“I’m aware,” he growled. “But that doesn’t meanyoudon’t need me, either.”
Rae smirked, Titus’s eyes dropping to her lips. “You think so highly of yourself.” She knew she should fear him. He was dangerous. But so was she. “Tell me, Mr –”
“It’s Titus,” he said. “You’re so formal for an assassin.”
“Contractor,” she bit out, smoothing over her irritation with a flirtatious smile. “Tell me,Titus.” She purred his name, her free hand slowly slipping down the side of her body to slip beneath her skirt. “Who did you piss off to warrant an assassination?”
His eyes narrowed, but she’d already reached her dagger, the blade kissing his throat before he’d caught her wrist so fast his movement blurred. Blood was a thin line along the sharp edge, his skin barely grazed.
Rae let out a sound of frustration, her right hand pinned with the bloody fucking chain, and her left in his iron grip, stronger than the cuffs even. With little effort he broke her hold on the dagger, studying the skull on the pommel.
His lips curved, the air between them electric. “Is this you flirting with me?”
“I want that back,” she said, hating the way her pulse jumped at his velvety tone, even with the underlying threat. His eyes traced over her face lazily, moving slowly down the column of her throat. Her pulse kicked once more, his attention zeroing in on the delicate movement.
“I could kill you so easily.” No arrogance in his words, just the cold, hard truth.
“Truce,” she said when his eyes cut back to meet hers. “I call a truce.”
He didn’t hide his smile this time. “I don’t even think you know what that means.”
“Of course I do.” Frustration made her voice sharp. “You’ve proven your point, you’re faster, bigger and stronger.” She purposely eyed where he still held her. “I won’t try again.”
“Such pretty lies you tell,” he muttered, but released his grip. “Now, be quiet.” He reached into his back pocket for his phone.
Annoyance sparked.
“Yes, sir,” she mocked, only for a hint of desire to darken the red of his eyes.
* * *
TITUS
He wasn’t sure whether it was the fact she’d tried to kill him. Again. Or the way she called him ‘sir’ with a throaty rumble. He knew she was being sarcastic, but his cock didn’t seem to care. It had hardened instantly, the fucking traitor.
Fuck the Fates.
He didn’t have time for this, his beast on alert from the second he’d first stepped into the place. The entire club was wrapped in black magic, subtle undertones that were an abrasion against his chi. He suspected it was in the drinks, or maybe the drugs that seemed to be everywhere he looked. He shouldn’t have been able to feel it, and yet it sang to his blood.
“Well?” she asked, raising a brow in challenge. “Are you going to give me back my dagger?”
Titus released a growl before he could stop himself, attention dipping to those fucking lips, quirked up in a smirk. He wanted to push her limits, to punish her for being a disobedient little bitch who had the audacity to try and kill him.
He pinned her legs with his own, dipping his head until her breath mingled with his. He knew the instant she felt his physical response, her eyes widening, and smile dropping from her smug expression. He wasn’t sure what possessed him, but when arousal carved carnal lines across her face, nipples hardening beneath the thin t-shirt she wore he knew he wanted to push her further. Sex was always a great tension release, and he had a lot of fucking tension.
Yes, sir.
Fuck.If only she had been on her knees, begging him for –
