Page 124 of Angelic Vengeance

“Then why were your panties soaked?” I nodded to where her underwear was abandoned by the foot of the bed, along with her matching bra. Of course, I couldn’t know forsure, but I was willing to bet all the hundreds in my wallet they were in factdrenched.

The blush on her cheekbones intensified.

Knew it.

“I thought you had a praise kink. Does being held against your will and degraded turn you on?”

Something elusive passed through her eyes. “No.”

I smirked. “So, I’m a sex god, then?”

“Ugh, why are you even here?” She growled, walking away to the dresser and searching frantically through the drawers. “Finally going to kill me?”

My smirk vanished when she dropped the towel.

Holy fuck.

Blood rushed to my dick at the sight of her perfect, round ass.

I gulped when she bent over to pull on a pair of my white CK boxers, and I caught a glimpse of her slick pussy, practically begging me to fuck her raw. Running a hand over my jaw, I suppressed an agonized groan.

Next, she took a pair of my black sweatpants, way too large for her. I watched her hands, with stiletto acrylic nails, tie a tight bow around her waist out of the string. It was extremely impressive the way she’d never broken a nail; not even in combat.

Before she could catch me staring, I looked out the window. “I told you I’m not after the messenger.”

“Killing the messenger sends a message.” When she stepped in front of me, one of my old college ball jerseys covered her tits.

“Unless no one gives a shit about the messenger.”

She smirked, stepping closer. “If you’re not gonna kill me, why am I here? Why can’t I leave?”

Because I’m trying to Stockholm Syndrome you into loving me back.

My eyes dropped to her chest, her nipples poking through the fabric. “You can leave once the rest are dead.”Liar.

I would definitelynotlet her leave me once I eliminated all the obstacles in our relationship.

“So, I can just go to Milan once this is over?”

My jaw clenched.That’s an eight-hour flight away.

“Or maybe Tokyo.”

The blood vessel in my forehead threatened to pop.Fourteen hours away–

“I haven’t been to Brazil in a while…”

I pushed past her. “I don’t give a fuck where you go as long as it’s out of New York.”Liar.

Correction –I don’t give a fuck where you go because I’ll be right there with you.

“Zach, come on…” Her nails dug into my bicep, stopping me in my tracks. “It’s us.” Her eyes were so pure, I almost believed her.

But she’d been hired to kill me – not once, buttwice. And I was stuck trying to find a solution in which she actually choseme–us– over the life.

“Let’s just talk about it. I’ll explain everything. You’ll see it all makes sense–”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” I faced her again, my chest heaving with heartbreak I disguised as anger.

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