Page 55 of No Control

“Uh, the wife telling the daughter—or just anyone—that some guy came into her house, killed her husband, and then people made it all disappear.”

“She’d sound batshit crazy.”

“We might operate in the dark part of society, but our techniques are not all that hidden. People are aware of contract killers.”

“Yeah, and for all we know she’s the one who hired us.”

Jude shakes his head, sipping on his coffee. “I don’t know. This is the first time you’ve ever interacted with someone and gone against what I told you to do. We should’ve left it.”

“They would’ve thought she did it.”

“So?” Jude throws a hand up. “So what? It happens. It’s. Not. Our. Problem. I’m going to have to continue surveillance on them for this.”

“I’m too tired to argue with you,” I groan, running my fingers through my hair.

His face turns cold. “I just don’t know what made you lose it. It’s Lydia, isn’t it?”

“Don’t bring her into this,” I warn him. “It’s not about Lydia.”

“Yeah, it is,” he levels with me, his voice stern. “I can tell. So what happened, Henry?” I shake my head. Jude takes a step forward, his face darkening. “What happened?”

“Fuck.” I rub my burning eyes, riddled with fatigue. “I don’t know. I just…I saw the woman lying there, and I couldn’t let her take the fall for it. She’s shattered, and I just pictured Lydia…”

“I get it.” Jude nods, his voice only slightly losing its edge. “And as much as I want to fuck you up over this, there’s no point. You need to shower before she gets up. You’re covered in blood.”

“Yeah,” I mutter. I slip past him and head for my room. I don’t even stop to listen when I pass Lydia’s door. She doesn’t need to see me in this state. It’d be more shocking than just telling her the truth. I enter my room, flip the light on, and tuck my backpack away in the closet.

My room is my safe haven, but as I strip down and start to shower, it doesn’t feel that way. No, things are shifting, and I’m starting to think Lydia is replacing it. She has no idea how strongly I feel pulled to her.

And as I step out of the shower and towel dry, the urge to be with her grows. I pull on a pair of sweatpants and head down the hallway. Jude is still in the kitchen, mindlessly staring out the open windows. Something about last night really bothered him.

But he’ll get over it.

I reach for the doorknob and my mind flashes back to Lydia’s house, the first time I entered. The thought leaves me excited and aroused. She had no idea I was there, but now, she’s at my house. At my disposal.

But I’ll never dispose of her.

My fingers turn the knob, and I press the door in. Duke greets me, his tail wagging as he jumps from the bed and bounds through the opening. Jude can let him out. I close the door behind me, my gaze focused on Lydia, laying there peacefully. She’s facing the edge of the bed.

And the need for her swells in my body.

I walk around to the other side of the bed and flip the covers back, crawling in beside her. I don’t care if it’s too fast. I don’t care if it startles her. My hand slides beneath her, and I drag her into my chest, her ass pressed against my cock.

She mumbles something sleepily as my fingers trace the bare skin of her hip. She’s wearing just an oversized T-shirt and a thin pair of underwear, and I slip my hand under the material of her shirt, not stopping until I connect with the soft flesh of her breast. I squeeze the handful hard enough that she squirms, but as her ass rubs me, she finds rhythm, a light moan slipping from her lips.

“Good girl,” I murmur in her ear, brushing her mess of blonde hair out of the way with my nose. I plant a kiss on her neck, sucking her skin hard enough to leave a mark. I want this woman covered in me. Lydia moans, her eyes fluttering open as my fingers trail down her stomach, disappearing into her underwear.

Fuck, she’s so wet.

I growl into her skin as my fingers dive into her slits, her moisture covering my hand. She bucks her hips against me as her head turns, catching my gaze. Her lips part as though she might say something, but I push two fingers deep inside of her. Lydia’s face contorts with pleasure, but I need more from her this morning.

I remove my hands from her and go for the end of her T- shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She doesn’t fight me as she lands on her back. Instead, her green eyes rake over my bare chest, reading across it like the inked pictures on my skin are a page in a book.

Her fingers brush across me as I toss her shirt to the floor, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My eyes take her in, her body baring her small, perky breasts for the first time. Her pink nipples stand erect, and I dip down to one, sucking it into my mouth.

And just like always, I’m never gentle.

“Ooh!” she cries out, her back arching as I bite down on her and then lap the pain away with my tongue. “Henry.” My name comes out of her mouth like she’s in a trance.

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