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He didn't panic and resorted to small arms to fight fire with fire. Another bullet grazed my left cheek with the heat shaving off a piece of skin. The only indication it hurt was a slight twitch of my eye.
He came out of hiding with technical precision. He had the patience of a surgeon with somebody's life in the palm of their hands. My bullets found their mark with his arms flying akimbo.
He didn't let go of the guns while being peppered repeatedly with a customized arsenal. The lack of blood on further review confirmed he wore sophisticated body armor. It seemed cowardly but I guess, he didn't have any designs on dying today.
My bullets could easily penetrate that plating with a few well-timed shots in the same place. That kind of marksmanship came with a keen eye for detail. The wolf zeroed in on the target, and I became a willing participant.
"It's too bad we didn't meet some other way. I could've used you on my detail. A lot of money can be made by changing sides. We are both of like minds. Money is not always a good motivator when we both have a moral objective to obtain. You have five seconds to think about your future." I stopped shooting while he reloaded.
He had only those few seconds before the die was cast.
"You're right about one thing. I'm not getting paid enough for this shit. Make me another offer, quite lucrative, and I might consider it." He negotiated without mentioning a price.
There was a fine line between insulting him and making him an offer he couldn't refuse.
One of his men took a different approach when they walked up behind him and placed the barrel of his gun against his head. "I would seriously consider taking him up on his offer. The others were not as fortunate. I hope you didn't have lifelong friends following you into battle. This shotgun was taken out of the man's cold dead hands."
It wasn't one of his men, but I think deep down, I already knew that. It wasn't just the way she filled out the T-shirt. There were also those pheromones in the air. One deep whiff was all that it took to make me hungry to consume her under the cover of the sheets.
Danger was going to be my downfall. The blood-pumping action turned me into a panting puppy neutered by the adrenaline in my veins. She could easily have her way with me, and I would have gladly submitted to all the bad things she wanted to do to my body.
The man thought twice before dropping his weapons at his feet. He would live to fight another day but this time, he would be by my side. That kind of fortitude was born from battle and the atrocities he had seen when facing overwhelming numbers.
A man of his conviction could be useful in the grand scheme of things.
The only stumbling block was his previous employer. We needed that information and the only way to get it was to go through him. He might be reluctant but convincing him it was in his best interest to cooperate would come at a premium. Hurting him would defeat the purpose of having him become a full-time employee of the security agency.
He wasn't exactly down on his luck. The man understood what self-preservation was all about. He weighed his options and figured it was better with the devil he knew.
One look into her eyes revealed the calculating depths of depravity she was capable of. Blood stained more than her hands. Jasmine needed something more than a good stiff drink to wash away the memory.
The party was going to have to wait until she wrestled with the mating cycle of the wolf inside of her. There was no escaping how she fantasized about me. It was almost as if I could feel her lips over the crown of my excitement. It pulsed with this unspoken need to have her on her knees and compliant in a position to serve me.
The heat of the moment made me want to comply with the eager look in her eyes.
CHAPTER 10
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JASMINE
He was busy debriefing the man behind the attack on the house. No doubt my father was standing next to him listening in on every word. It was a wonder Luke could tear himself away from me when we both could feel that pull to do something nasty behind closed doors.
I foraged in my closet for something suitable to wear for our first time together. It had to knock his socks off and erotically charge him until he couldn't resist. It turned out nothing was right. There was something but it would need alterations to give him brief glimpses of my flesh with slices to the fabric in strategic places.
Without even thinking about it, a curved claw came out of my right index finger. It hurt for a split-second, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
I went to work on the garment slicing and dicing to my heart's content. It only took a few minutes to become satisfied with the results. It was the perfect color for romance. The alterations would easily convince him to rip it off of my body. That's what I was looking forward to.
I wondered how long it was going to take him to join me in the boudoir and close the door to our own private love nest. A lock wasn't necessary. The staff knew better than to barge in without knocking first. My father could abuse his privileges, but he was rattled from the attack to interrupt me in a post coital celebration.
The material ignited a firestorm of anticipation within my tight little body. Arranging myself on pillows with the ambient light of a lone candle was more than required.
His soft footsteps soon had him standing in appreciation for what waited for him. He closed the door and unbuttoned his shirt. Those muscles delivered on the promise of a lengthy stamina to take my breath away.
"He didn't know who hired them. None of them had any idea. They were all designated with a number. The financial transactions were through an anonymous proxy. They never met in person. We still don't know who is behind the attack. I don't have a lot of time. My flight leaves in two hours. It shouldn't take me very long, and I'll be back in plenty of time for the party." He walked toward me while I lay there admiring his body of work.
He was an artist’s wet dream come to life. Painting him with my tongue would be a pleasure for both of us. His eyes ran the length of my prone body. He focused on the plump cheeks of my ass high in the air with my feet locked at the ankles.
