Page 369 of Eternal
My leg came up, hooked tight around his waist.
His hand slid up my neck, fingers warm under my jaw, like we were simply another couple playing pretend in this place.
But I’m pretty sure we weren’t pretending.
“Play the game,partner,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine before he bit my earlobe, not gently. I gasped. He smiled like he’d been waiting for that sound. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he breathes, voice heavy against my skin.
A kiss. A lick. A bite.
My dress pushed higher, his hands everywhere, like he couldn’t decide whether to keep pretending or claim me.
I felt dizzy.
Fromhim. From the way his breath stuttered against my collarbone like he forgot, for a second, that this was a mission.
His other hand slid down my back, slow, tracing the line of my spine through the fabric. When he reached the small of it, he pressed pulling me flush against him. “I hate that they’re watching you like this,” he whispered, voice gravel against my skin. “When you're all high on pleasure.”
Then, with a quiet, almost cruel precision, he gripped my jaw, angling my face toward the guards, and kissed below my ear, where my pulse stuttered. “Smile for them.”
The guards nodded to each other and passed, eyes watching but not stopping.
Damir straightened, smoothing his jacket. “They’re buying it,” he whispered, satisfied.
“They are,” I smiled and he grabbed my hand to start walking ahead.
The hallway stretched in front of us. Compared to the party downstairs, it was cold and silent.
A guard turned the corner, too casual and tooslow.
The knife was already out. One step, one breath, slit him clean, no scream, only a wet and pathetic sound.
A second guard rushed, eyes locked on me like he thought he had time, like I was alone.
He didn’t see Damir, didn’t even get a word out.
Damir caught him mid-step, hand to throat, slammed him against the wall so hard the plaster cracked.
“Ts ts ts,” he muttered, a low chuckle, almost tender. “Never her.”
The man struggled, kicked, fingers scrabbling at his arm.
But Damir didn’t move, he simply leaned in, slowly.
“You touched her with your eyes,” he said, sounding deadly calm. Then, a twist. A grotesque, sickening crunch. Spine or windpipe, maybe both.
The body dropped. Twitched once. Damir looked down at it like it bored him. Like it was trash.
Then, he crouched beside them, checking for anything useful, weapons, earpieces, anything that might tell us where the others were.
He stripped the guns from both bodies and handed me one. Then we dragged them into a blind corner under the staircase, a small carpeted storage nook hidden from view.
Limbs bent, heads tucked. Faces gone.
The red carpet was soaked with the blood of the man I killed, but we couldn’t see anything on that black carpet.Perfect.
The office was ahead, tucked at the end of the alley, plain door, no name.
“It’s silent… No one is inside. Where is he?” I whispered.
