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Gentle fingers touch the stubble on my chin. I look into soft, baby blues that drown me in love.
“I’m so glad you’re here. This was the best surprise you could’ve given me.”
I hug her tighter. “I love you, little prey. I don’t wanna be anywhere else.” Leaning down, I kiss her. “You should look like this every day. A woman thoroughly loved and happy as hell.”
She snuggles closer, a soft sigh coming from her lips. “It’s all because of you.”
CHAPTER 42
Mallory
Ismooth the little black dress over my hips. “I’ve never been on a real date before.”
Stryker pauses, staring at me with an indecipherable expression before he puts on his shirt.
I’m standing inside the bedroom of the RV. He told me he wanted to take me to dinner, so we showered together and headed here so he could change his clothes.
“I’m honored to be your first.” The long-sleeved shirt clings to his muscular chest and arms.
I forget what he said as I stare at him, drooling over how good he looks.
He tilts my chin, amusement dancing in his aquamarine eyes. “Did you hear me, little prey?”
Blushing, I say, “Sorry. I got a bit distracted.”
“I noticed.” He gives me a chaste kiss, trying not to smear my lipstick. “I’m honored to be the first man to take you on a date.” His thumbs stroke my cheeks.
“My ‘dates’ were scheduled by my parents. They were always a publicity stunt and only for parties and charity events.”
“While I’m sorry they did that to you, I’m glad I don’t have to kill any ex-boyfriends.” He smirks, but the look in his eyes suggests he’s serious. Considering he’s already murdered for me, I don’t doubt it.
“You look amazing.” My gaze roams over his dark jeans and long-sleeved shirt.
“So do you,” he growls. “We need to get outta here before I throw you on my bed, strip you naked, and fuck you until morning.”
My breathing accelerates at the thought. “Is that on the agenda for after dinner?”
He winks as he grabs my hand and pulls me from the room. “You bet. Your pussy is gonna be sore when I’m done with you, little prey.”
His words shouldn’t turn me on like they do.
I sit across from Stryker,chewing on my bottom lip as I stare at the menu. He grabs my hand, his fingers stroking my skin in soothing circles. “Relax, baby. Just enjoy yourself.”
Licking my dry lips, I nod. “Right. Relax.”
He gives me a teasing smile. “Don’t make me sit beside you and finger you in the restaurant.”
I nearly spit out the water I just took a sip of. “Stryker.”
He chuckles. “How about I order for you?”
My shoulders relax. “Okay.”
He grins, closing the menu and taking it from me. “Tell me your favorite childhood memory.”
I bite my lip, contemplating. “Mine is a bit unorthodox.”
Stryker shrugs. “So is mine. Tell me.”