“Are you broken?” she asked, her voice hoarse, despite the attitude. “I asked for my dagger back.”
Brat.
“Why would I do that? You’ll only try and kill me again.”
“I’ll try a lot faster if you don’t give it back.” A spark of impatience. “It’s mine.”
She really wanted the fucking dagger, the blade small in his hand. It even had a skull on the pommel, as well as two more on each side of the guard.
“Truce,” she reminded him, holding out her unchained hand.
He flipped it, catching it on the flat. “Be a good girl and keep it in its sheath.”
Titus didn’t care for the anger that darkened her skin, finally stepping back to release some of the tension between them. His cock ached, its first reaction in months, begging for attention that wasn’t going to happen. She was a fucking assassin, a thief, and as soon as he received the information he needed, she was going to be dead.
She was just another head fuck in his already fucked up existence.
“Two calls in a week, I’m honoured,”Jax’s sardonic voice echoed in his ear, pulling him from Rae’s teasing, defiant face.
“I need you to get to my place.”
“When?”
No questions, a reason to love Jax’s brashness.
“In the next hour,” he replied, watching Rae strain to hear the conversation. “Also, since when did you make handcuffs?” Jax specialised in weaponry, not chains.
A snort at the end of the line.“Told you to be careful with those females.”
“Just fucking be there.” He hung up, not wanting to listen to Jax’s brutal laughter.
Chapter10
Rae
Being attracted to your target was a big red flag. Huge. Gargantuan, even. It was fucked up, because how could she imagine all the dirty things she wanted him to do to her when she was only days, if not hours away from separating his head from his shoulders?
She hadn’t had sex in months. That was it, just her body’s natural response to a suppressed orgasm. Because no way could her core clench at just one look, as if he was ready to devour her whole.
Except there was no way she’d give in to her need. She didn’t mind teasing a little, but anything more was a step too far, even for her.
Titus had been silent on the drive to his place, the building sleek in its design as she waited beside him in the shiny lift. If he owned the lease, his name wasn’t on it. She would know, she’d had Killian try and find a single digital crumb of the notorious Titus-fucking-Liu Wood. Except there was nothing.
“You going to tell me what exactly’s happening?” She hadn’t heard the entire conversation on the phone, but she understood enough. “Remember you promised not to kill me.”
“I don’t remember promising anything.”
“You – ” Pain across her sternum, Rae lifting her hand to rub the heel along the mark beneath her bra.Fuck.How long did she have before the forfeit came into play? Fifty-something hours?
Titus shifted his head, but she refused to meet his gaze as the ostentatious black chrome doors opened to reveal dark red carpets and panelled walls.
The chain jingled between them as she studied the keypad to his apartment. She knew the place was expensive from when he’d parked in the street level garage, everything accessible by key cards and pin codes. But she didn’t just realise how expensive until Titus unlocked his door using his fucking handprint.
“This is…” The front door lead straight to the living room, with the kitchen to the direct right, and two doors to the left. The space was taken up by a dark oak table, large leather sofa, and a TV. There were no pictures, or personal effects that gave her an insight into his life. It looked like a show home, everything new, pristine and decorated in various shades of black. “Do you have something against colour?” she mused, itching to look around.
“Like you’re this Rae of sunshine?” He clicked a few buttons on a keypad beside the door, the locks initiating with an audible click.
“Ha ha, so funny,” she said dryly. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”
