Page 247 of Eternal
“Haven’t seen me at my full potential.” I brush her cheek with my thumb, trace her lip, her jaw, her goddamn pulse. “He would never be good enough for you.” My fingers skate down the line of her collarbone. “I’m better,waybetter. I’m the only option actually.” And under her chin, “Don’t make me kill him tonight.”
She quirks a brow. “This is Vesper. You can’t kill anyone here.” A pause. “Plus… if you do, I’ll finish what I started last time.”
The laugh breaks out of me, but it tastes bitter, then she starts to get up, probably to walk back to him.
No.
She shifts, about to get up, but I move faster.
One hand wraps around her waist, the other hooks beneath her thigh, and I pull, not gently.
A soft breath escapes her lips, her body dragged right back into mine, seated where she fucking belongs, straddling me.
Chest against mine, heat, danger wrapped in a woman who once stabbed me and still has my goddamn affection.
“You always run too soon, partner.” My lips ghost her ear, voice low enough to melt steel. “I wasn’t done with you.”
She exhales like I lit her fuse.
Hands on my chest, but not to push, she stays, her arm slides around my neck, her thigh presses hot against mine.
My hand doesn’t hesitate, it knows where to go, her waist, her hip, her thigh, because she’s all mine.
“He’s foolish,” I murmur. “To think he could have you.”
She stills slightly as a few heads turn our way. “You should let me up,” she says lightly. “Before people start rumors about Vegas’s favorite hit duo.”
“They wouldn’t be wrong,” I whisper against her neck. “I did kiss you last time.”
“And I stabbed you.”
“Still bled on you.”
“Fucker.”
“You’d like fucking me.” I reply smiling, and I catch her small smirk.
Good.
Her eyes flick to the clean-cut cop across the room, Alexander, pretty, orderly,safe. The opposite of me. Exactly why he pisses me off.
“I need fun,” she says suddenly. “Why won’t you let me have fun, Damir? Partners don’t cock-block. They assist.”
“I’ll give you fun,” I reply seriously. “However you want it. On your back, against the wall, mascara running, legs shaking.Anywhere.”
She opens her mouth, but I don’t let her.
“You think you can cry for me, Azra?”
She laughs, “You can’t do that.”
“You mean tears? I’ll give you those too.”
Blushed cheeks…soft.
“I need stranger kinda fun…” she replies.
I laugh.Not funny.I grab her face, making her look at me, gripping her thigh tighter. “I’ll kill you and him, Azra. You know that, right?”
