Hit Man: A Bad Boy Romance (Hunted, Book One) (4 page)

I
don’t know
what I expected when I heard the first cry. Tears, perhaps. I stole to the door of the bedroom, careful of the places on the floor that creaked, and my hand trembled above the latch. She needed someone. Your fiancé hiring a hit man to take you out—that wasn’t the sort of thing to go through alone, right?

There was silence and my hand clenched. She wouldn’t want me there. Why would she? I was—

And then I heard the second cry. The little moan, the way her breathing caught in her throat. There was no mistaking the sound of her pleasure.

My world turned inside out and I leaned against the wall, bracing myself as my fingers found my own arousal. I could not do this. I told myself that with every stroke, listening to the sounds of her pleasure from behind the door. I could
not
do this. Fucking her, yes. I could have done that.

But to get off thinking about her, about how her mouth would feel around my cock, about how it would feel to pin her on her stomach and take make her beg for every slow thrust, about how she would ride me… That was crossing a line I never crossed. Lust was physical, no more. Entanglements were nothing but dead ends.

Entanglements like wondering who she was thinking about. My mouth twisted at the thought of Adrian Witte. His hands on her, him inside her? It was all I could do not to break the door down and take her here and now, show her she was mine and not his.

I heard her come at the same time my orgasm took me. My vision went black and I was damned lucky I was propped up against the wall.

Reason returned slowly, and with it, a realization: I was well and truly fucked, and not in the good way. Fantasizing about her, giving her my bed? Letting her stay here? Not killing her? I was going soft, and it was going to get me killed. Hell, if I was the man I claimed to be, I should throw her out right now.

She wasn’t my problem, after all, and I wasn’t her keeper. If she wanted to believe her fiancé was innocent, she could go ahead and pay the consequences. I knew you couldn’t save anyone in this world from themselves.

And no matter how much I told myself that she was an innocent and that I’d saved her, I knew it was just the opposite. There was no room in this world for a man who went back on his word, especially in this business. I hadn’t saved her at all. I’d doomed us both—because Adrian Witte’s vengeance was coming, and it wouldn’t be quick.

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