Page 120 of Misted
“I… can I tell you something?”
His lips brush against mine in the quickest, softest kiss Hawk’s ever given me, and I’m back to melting in his arms. “Anything.”
“I love it when you don’t hold back… I mean…” I’m hyperventilating like some teenager, dammit. “When it feels like you’re using my body, it proves how much you want me and can’t keep your hands off me.”
A playful gleam settles in his eyes, and my heart lightens for being the reason behind the shift in his mood. “You like being tied up, Hellion?”
I bite my lower lip and nod.
“How about being spanked?”
“Yes, but only if it’s you. I can’t trust anyone else to do it.”
He growls and flips me so I’m facing him. My legs rest on either side of his strong thighs so I’m fully stretched over his lap. His fingers tilt my chin up so I’m staring at those intense turquoise eyes. “I’ll kill any man who touches you.”
I laugh, and the sound is genuinely carefree. “You broke Croft’s arm, didn’t you?”
He groans. “He barely escaped death.”
“And you fought Shadow because… ?”
“He didn’t stop that fucker from touching you.”
“What did he tell you before you flipped and knocked him down in that fight?”
He narrows his eyes. “That even if he stopped Croft from touching you, he can’t stop you from sleeping with other men.”
“He lied to provoke you,” I blurt, my fingers trailing in his hair. “Filthy bastard.”
“It worked.”
“Anything else I need to know about?”
His gaze trails off the window.
“What?” I press.
“Your mother’s boyfriend. The one who touched you when you were a kid.”
“What about him?”
“I went to find your mother and him. She was already dead due to some cancer.”
I knew that. I felt nothing when I learnt the news. If she hated me enough to be happy I ran away, why should I feel bad that she died?
“Scott, the boyfriend ,went back to his house in Kent. I found him and killed him when I was maybe fourteen.”
“Hawk…”
“He deserved a slower death, but it was my first off-site operation and I needed to escape.” He grabs my hips and brings me closer to his body. The frightening darkness in his eyes isn’t directed at me, but I feel the chill all the same. “You’re mine and I’ll bring the world to its knees to protect what’s mine.”
I brush my lips along his forehead in a trembling, lingering kiss. “Here I thought your possessiveness withered away.”
“Fuck no.” He cradles my neck. “I just tried to ignore it, but I saw fucking red whenever you were with any man — including Ghost and Shadow and that fucking Ink.”
“Well, you had Scar.”
“I had no one. I told you, Hellion. You’re the only fucking woman for me.”