Page 5 of Her Vengeance

“Deal,” she says softly, stifling a yawn. Brushing the bangs out of her face, I look for any sigh of fear in her eyes. I continue searching for a moment just to be sure, but only find exhaustion.

“You should lie down. I’ll be right here until you get up or send me away,” I tell her, trying to assuage her fears as I cup her cheek. She nuzzles into me, and selfishly, I want more.

“Are you going to lie with me?” she asks, her voice soft, almost as though she is afraid of how I am going to answer.

“Is that what you want?” I ask her, not wanting to overstep my bounds. Her eyes find mine, and I swear my heart stops beating as I wait for the answer.

“Am I weak if I say yes?” She asks me, her voice shaking and barely above a whisper. I clasp her chin and stare into her glistening eyes.

“You are never weak for asking for what you want. If it is something I can give, all you have to do is say the word.”

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Chapter 6

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“I don’t care if I never see her in person again. She is mine. No one will love her as I do.”

As she walks through the building, I refuse to blink. A second without eyes on her is too much. I need to make sure that she is safe within the walls of her new apartment before I dare to move. Every floor she crosses brings a small release of tension in my shoulders. While I know that the elevator and subsequent floors are empty, I also know how quickly people move.

One.

With one screen focused on my flower, I toggle the other between the camera on the floor as she passes them by.

Two.

Every moment of her being exposed is like sandpaper rubbing my skin raw and bloody.

Three.

As the elevator comes to a stop, I hold my breath, not wanting to move. Slowly, I exhale as Eva steps in front of Claire, defensive and ready to take down anyone in her path. Eva is a predator in a world full of prey. A content smile crosses my face, knowing that it was worth every dollar that I spent for her to be Claire’s security detail. Each step that she takes is calculated, and her eyes never stay in the same spot for more than a moment.

My eyes ache from the dry air being pumped into the room, however, I refuse to blink until I know that she is safe. Each step that she takes is a breath of fresh air for me. She ushers Claire into the apartment, keeping her eyes open for any potential dangers, just like I would be. As the door shuts behind them, I look down and see the whiteness of my knuckles.

I switch gears from the building’s security cameras to the internal hidden ones that I have placed in the apartment. They are not as robust as the obvious cameras, but they allow me to keep an eye on my flower. She is mine. I will be damned if I cannot keep her safe, even if I cannot touch her again.

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Chapter 7

Eva

“There are lines between professional and personal blend.”

Months ago, when I started this assignment, there was no indication of me ending up in her bed. I watched her every move from a safe distance undetected. Now, here I am inches from her soft skin, in a room that only contains the smell of her. The soft, flowery scent of her is intoxicating. Without a single word, she scoots her ass into my lap. Fuck. She rubs herself against me, and I grab her hips.

“Baby, you’ve had a long day, and I want to respect that,” I utter breathily as she continues to to gyrate in my lap. Tightening my hand on her hip, I dig my fingers into the softness of her ass.

“What if I want something different?” she says softly, fighting against my hold. This fucking woman is pushing my self-controlout of an open window. Life’s too short to deny us pleasure. I pull her hips flush against me and swing her knee over mine. Opening up her legs, I reach over, gathering her hair in my hand and gently tugging until my lips touch her ear.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I whisper and feel her hips roll beneath me. She drives my need for more to new levels. My desperation for control is taking me over.

“I want you to distract me from my pain,” she says, turning her face toward me, pulling against the hold that I have on her hair. I adjust my hold to look at her eyes in the soft light of the Christmas lights.

“Are you sure?” I ask, teetering between the need to have her and not wanting to take advantage of the situation. She forces her lips to mine without acknowledging the tug on her hair. The soft way her lips press to mine has me moaning into her mouth. Releasing her hair, I grab her by the throat and roll her beneath me. She looks up at me like the prey that she is.

“Is this not enough of an answer for you?” she questions, as she opens her leg and gives in to my control. I laugh dangerously and place myself between her thighs.