Page 107 of Severed By Vengeance

I pulled out a black CheyTac M200 rifle. “Grab the ammo, angel. Let’s go play.”

A smile crested her lips as she slid the glass case open and loaded the boxes inside a basket, the stress of the day momentarily forgotten. Evangelina hip-checked me as she passed by, turning and walking backward toward the range as I followed. My cock twitched at the sight of those skin-tight black leggings, and I licked my lips in sweet anticipation. I would have her today; of that, I had no doubt.

“So, how often do you practice? Or is your expertise mostly in the business side of things?” She turned and pushed open the heavy door.

I cocked a grin, setting both rifles in the stall to our right. “What do you think?”

She seemed to lose herself briefly inside her head, eyes gazing beyond me and unblinking. “I think you’re about to impress me,” she said, her attention back on my face as she leaned against the steel divider, a sexy smile in place.

“It’s my one goal in life. To know I’m the one who put that smile on your face.”

Evangelina slipped her brown leather jacket from her shoulders and tossed it to a far corner of the room. The outline of her black bra beneath the thin white fabric of her shirt sent an electric pulse to my dick.

Her eyebrow quirked as she eyed the bulge in my pants.

“It’s so easy with you, Derek.”

I put my hands up defensively. “Hey, I can’t help it. Have you seen your ass?”

She laughed and swatted my shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. I was talking about how easy it is to forget all the shit hanging over my head. This thing with Belov. My grief. Rayne. All of it.”

I grabbed the back of her neck and slanted my mouth over hers, claiming it roughly as she leaned into me, molding herself against my chest.

This woman. God, this woman. There was no doubt in my mind.

She was mine.

Made for me.

Born to ruin me.

When this was over, when she no longer belonged to me, nothing would be left of the man I used to be. Of the life I lived before she walked into it that godforsaken night.

“You’re up first,” I said, brushing my lips over hers, her mouth lush and swollen.

With eyes still closed, she nodded slowly and leaned in for one last kiss before grabbing her rifle and propping it on the table. I watched with rapt attention as she readied the weapon and slipped on the ear guards and goggles. Her lithe little body bent forward, eyes narrowed on the gun sights as she aimed down the target line.

One. Two. Three. Four shots rang out.

The way her ass flexed tempted all my primal instincts. And like the depraved son of a bitch I was, my eyes never left her backside to check her progress on the target.

Eva kept firing, oblivious to my proximity as I came up behind her. When she removed her finger from the trigger, I slid my hands down her waist, settling on her hips. She tensed for just a fraction of a second until my nose nuzzled into her hair, lips against her neck, as she removed the protective gear and let it fall at her feet.

“Angel, you keep teasing me with that sweet ass, and I’m going to bend you over this table and take what’s mine.”

Eva moaned and dropped her head back on my shoulder as my lips trailed rough kisses behind her ear.

“Here, Derek?”

I pulled her flush against me, my erection like a rod between us. “No one here but us. This is my place. I told you before that no one gets in unless I want them to.”

Her hand snaked into my hair. “So then, what are you waiting for, Derek Cain? Take what’s yours.”

I chuckled into her ear before nipping the shell, and she hissed at the slight sting, but I gave her no time to dwell on the sensation as I had much more to inflict.

“Hold on to the edge,” I instructed, pushing her forward so she was bent against the table.

Our size difference would make the task tricky, but I’d make it work. Hooking the waistband of her pants, I pulled them down her legs, then licked my way up her body, teeth catching the back of her thighs, making her jerk.