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This is our way of life.

We’re trained killers. Never meant for love, never meant for normal lives.

My hand trails along my belly, the faint, small scar low on my abdomen. I blink, losing focus. Why can’t I remember them? Our two children.

I’ve seen the photos. There in the box under my bed at my family’s old house in Greece. I’ve seen the birth certificates. The marriage license.

I’ve lived the dreams, though I rarely remember any details. Just the ache when I wake up. Kinda like the ache I feel right now. For delivering Ero to Ananke.

For tricking him.

I know he would have fought if he saw it coming. I had to make sure he was worn down. Ready to be taken, subdued. Ready to listen.

I let the fugue of exhaustion and swimming memories wash over me as I step into the scalding water. The scouring flood clears my mind, the steam blanketing my worry, blurring my vision to everything beyond the spacious shower in my suite.

A soft sigh escapes my lips as my muscles relax, the heat soothing. Releasing tension I’ve been holding for days has my hands wrapping around my arms, massaging sore spots.

Ero’s rippling arms flash through my mind…

“Mmm…” The little moan buzzes through my lips.

His firm hands run down my body, that rock-hard chest pressed against my back. I imagine my hands seeking back, running along his sides, down his hips, pulling him toward me.

That cut, perfectly lined stomach clenches bucking his hips slightly, tauntingly.

I hate how much I want him.

How I wish he was really in this shower with me.

Lips find my neck through a trickle of skin-tingling water, exploring. What starts softly turns insistent, hungry. His teeth nip at my skin, his tongue curling in tight circles that send chillsthrough my core, imagining where else that clever tongue might wander.

My head falls back against the stone of his shoulder, the columns of his arms circling me, the pillar of his magnificent manhood pressing between my ass cheeks. He holds me tight, firm.

Those firebrand lips brush the cup of my ear, breathing along my neck, and I’m fucking lost. Fingers find their path down, following rivulets lower, spreading me slowly, finding my core soaked to match the rest of me. That satin slick along my center makes it all too easy for him to slip a fingertip inside.

A pulse of longing thumps deep inside me like a heartbeat.

His heartbeat matching the rhythm behind me.

“Fuuu—” I gurgle through the shower, leaning against him, widening my stance to invite him in.

But that finger just lingers there, right at my entrance, toying with me. They drag back up, unveiling me and sending shocks of pleasure into my legs, along my abdomen. Down and back up, circling, slippery with my anticipation, then sling every fold, drawing out my lust.

“Just fucking…” I growl like I’m not the one making me wait, the flare of anger directed solely at him and the way he makes me feel. Ero drives me nuts. Pisses me off. Turns me on. Especially when he pisses me off.

My middle digits plummet into my center as my need and irritation rise.

Fuck Ero. Fuck this stupid mission.

“Fuckme!” I moan, curling into my inner wall, pressing into the sweetest spot. His fingers would feel even better, his mouth pressed to my clit would give me exactly the release I need.

But the image of him burying his face between my legs is enough to get me where I want to go. Straight from the fight, still glistening with sweat, his muscles tight and flushwith adrenaline. Gripping my ass with both hands, spearing his tongue right into my?—

“YES!” I bite down on my lip to smother my scream as my climax rushes up from my toes, through my thighs, shaking up along my ass and though the muscles of my back.

Throbs follow the massive wave of ecstasy, smaller shivers teasing in the aftershocks of the orgasm. Immediately followed by a near fall as my legs turn to jelly.

Sinking to the tile, I let my fingers swirl, keeping a light tension of almost unbearable afterglow clenching in my core. I doubt I could come again, I’ve never been able to more than once.