Page 48 of Only for Him
Anything but the third feeling I don’t want to breathe life into.
Gun still up, I walk over and rip the door open.
This time, I finally get a good look at him and he is beautiful.
He fills the frame, taller and broader than my memory can hold. His strong jaw is cut to the perfect proportion, and there are shadows of scars that dot his face. Dirty blond hair frames his face, and a single errant curl drapes over his eyes.
Those eyes.
Glacier blue. Unblinking.
But most importantly, instead of darting down to sneak a look at my body, they stare directly into my soul.
And when he smiles, my heart stops. It’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It’s like he knows a secret that’s meant for only the two of us. I blink stupidly as I look at the way his lips tug up and the crinkles around his eyes.
Suddenly, I don’t want to kill him anymore. I want to jump into his arms and kiss him. I want to feel his hands roaming my wet body while his teeth graze the skin of my neck.
Shoot him, Giselle.
If I hesitate, it’s only because of the corpses he’s left behind so far—men who deserved to die. Men that Iwantedto kill.
This can’t keep going anymore.
I won’t let him possess me. I need to put him in the goddamn ground after what he’s done to me.
Because if I don’t, I’ll beg him to trail his lips and tongue all over my neck, and bury himself deep in my head.
No one owns me.
I squeeze the trigger.
Click.
He steps over the threshold and shuts the door behind him.
I back up, eject the magazine, and find that it’s loaded. Slamming it back in, I rack, aim, and fire.
Click.
What the fuck is going on? I rack the slide, and see a single unfired cartridge eject into the air in a slow arc.
He continues to walk towards me and I back away. One step. Two steps. In. Out.
I pull the trigger again.
Click.
Click.
CLICK.
The smile on his face widens when my back hits the wall. Then, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny metal rod, and my heart drops away to my stomach when I realize what it is.
The firing pin to my pistol.
“Tell me, little viper.” His voice is like silk on steel. “What were you planning to doafteryou killed me?”
My voice dies in my throat. Only the thin towel stands between my naked body and his, and I know he can tear it away in a heartbeat.
