Page 125 of Retaliation

“Mister Yamatochi,” she replied, her tone casual, though she felt a flicker of tension at the memory. “He felt bad about what happened to my old one.”

Phillip’s jaw tightened, his protective instincts flaring. She could see it in his eyes.

“Why would he give you a bike?”

She sighed. “Because he wanted to make amends. It’s a long story. One where you explain how you were assigned to spy on me?”

His eyes widened for a moment. “You know who he is?” She nodded. “He didn’t ask for a favor in exchange, did he?” he asked, his voice low.

“I know he’s your boss and no,” she assured him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “He didn’t.”

He leaned in, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them. When they finally pulled apart, her head was spinning.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice full of relief. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

She nodded, a sense of peace settling over her. “I’ll lead the way.”

They rode through the streets, the hum of their engines a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her heart. The cool breeze kissed her skin, but all she could feel was the lingering heat of Scorpion’s touch. Every turn and twist of the road brought them closer to her apartment.

When they arrived, she led the way inside, her heart pounding. The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. As soon as the doors closed, Scorpion’s hands were on her, pulling her close. Their lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss, their bodies pressed together with an intensity that left her breathless.

Her mind swirled with emotions—relief, passion, and a fierce longing that she had tried to suppress for too long. Scorpion’s touch ignited every nerve, and she clung to him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. She felt his hands roving over her back, pulling her closer still, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one.

The elevator lurched slightly, and they broke apart for a second, both breathing heavily. Scorpion’s eyes were dark with desire, his gaze locked onto hers. She could see the same need reflected in his eyes, the same raw intensity that coursed through her veins.

“I’ve missed this,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Me too,” he replied, his voice rough with longing. “I’ve missed you.”

Their lips met again, more frantic this time, as if they were trying to make up for all the lost time. Her back hit the wall of the elevator, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was the feel of his hands on her skin, the taste of his lips, the way his body pressed against hers.

Just as her mind started to drift to more heated thoughts, the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at her floor. They broke apart, panting and flushed, trying to compose themselves as the doors slid open. To their shock, her landlord stood there, his expression in disdain.

“Evening, little Miss,” the landlord greeted them, his tone neutral but his beetle eyes sharp.

“Evening,” she replied, forcing a smile and stepping out of the elevator, trying to act as if they hadn’t just been on the verge of tearing each other’s clothes off. “Just heading up for the night.”

Phillip nodded, his posture stiff. “Have a good night.”

The landlord gave them a long look, then nodded. “You too.”

As they walked down the hallway to her apartment, Poison glanced at Phillip, who caught her eye and raised an eyebrow. They both stifled a laugh, the tension between them breaking.

When they reached her door, she unlocked it and pushed it open, letting them inside. The moment the door closed behind them, the seriousness returned, and she turned to face Scorpion.

“There’s so much I need to tell you,” she said, her voice soft.

“I know,” he replied, stepping closer and taking her hands in his. “And we have all night. But first…”

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deep, full of unspoken promises to make things right. She melted into him, her heart swelling.

She felt the urgency in his kiss, the promise of something deeper, something they both desperately needed. His hands roamed her body, their touch igniting a fire that had long smoldered beneath the surface. She responded with equal passion, her fingers finding the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

Their lips barely parted as they fumbled with each other’s clothes, the need to feel skin against skin overpowering everything else. Her heart raced, her mind consumed by the sensation of his hands on her bare skin. She tore at his belt, her frustration mounting as it resisted, until finally, it gave way, and she shoved his pants down.

Scorpion’s hands were everywhere, tracing the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom. Each step was filled with a longing that bordered on desperation, their kisses deepening, growing more intense with every second.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of desire and longing. She had missed this, missed him. The feel of his muscles under her fingers, the taste of his kiss, the way he made her feel alive. She pushed her jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, her hands immediately returning to the warmth of his skin.

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