Page 8 of Alluring Darkness

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Page 8 of Alluring Darkness

A jolt shoots through me.

My heart thuds in excitement, and I sit up straight, as my eyes land on a girl halfway across the room. She has long black hair and thick bangs. And a very soft-looking body.

It’s her.

Shifting my position slightly, I lean to the left so that I can study her better.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Not only does she have a perfectly soft and curvy body that just begs to be broken, but her face is also stunning. Pale green eyes and luscious lips. It’s the kind of face that draws the eye of every man in the room.

I drum my fingers on my thigh as I continue studying her. Once again, I can’t figure out what the hell she’s doing here. With a face like that, she won’t be a very effective assassin. But then again, not all hitmen need to be anonymous. Our family is proof of that. Half of the people in this state know exactly what we are, and they still die every time one of us is sent out on a mission.

Sliding my phone out of my pocket, I send a quick message to our group chat, telling my brothers that I found her and where to meet me after class is over.

Normally, I can barely manage to get through these lectures. But now, it’s fucking excruciating. All I want to do is to just drag her out of this room and confront her right this second. But I force myself to remain in my seat.

I want her to feel safe right now. To feel like she has gotten away with it. Because it will make her fear so much sweeter when I corner her later and exact my vengeance.

She tried to humiliate me by keying those words into my car for everyone to see, so I will return the favor and do something that will make her feel small and weak and utterly humiliated. And since she wroteSmall Dick Energy, I know exactly how to do it.

Payback really is a bitch.

5

RAINA

Icould feel someone’s eyes burning holes in my head all throughout the lecture. But I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of turning around to look, so I kept my gaze on the professor the whole time. When she at last dismissed us, I quickly swept my gaze over the people rising to their feet and gathering their things, but I couldn’t see anyone looking in my direction. But now, as I walk towards the front doors and the canteen, I keep my eyes and ears open. He’s here. I know he is.

Warm September winds whirl between the buildings. Since the heat of summer hasn’t broken yet, I’m wearing a short black skirt and a simple green t-shirt. The skirt flutters slightly around my thighs as I walk down the steps and then turn in the direction of the canteen.

One second, there’s a mass of people ahead of me, moving and talking.

The next, they all part like the damn Red Sea.

Trailing to a halt, I raise my eyebrows at the man now blocking my path.

He’s tall, at least a head taller than me, which means that I have to crane my neck to see his face. And what a face it is. Sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw. Eyes the color of burnt gold that glitter in the morning sunlight. Black hair perfectly styled. And a scar that cuts through his left eyebrow and ends at the top of his cheek.

My heart flips. He looks like a fucking warrior god.

I flick a quick glance down his body, and my core throbs in response. Even through the fabric of the tight black shirt he’s wearing, I can see the contours of his lethal muscles. And I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have that body trapping me against a bed.

Based on how everyone immediately moves out of the way for him, I already know who this is. This is Eli Hunter. But damn, I didn’t expect him to be this fucking hot.

“Do you know who I am?” he says. It’s phrased like a question, but it sounds more like a command.

Adopting my most casual expression, I give him a nonchalant once-over. “Should I?”

His jaw tightens slightly. “Normally, when someone doesn’t even know who they’re addressing, it buys them a scrap of mercy. But ignorance is not an excuse in this line of work, so I figure I should teach you that lesson now and save you some trouble down the line.”

“Yeah…” I drawl. “I’m still waiting for a name.”

“You carvedSmall Dick Energyinto the side of my car yesterday.”

“Oh, you’re Eli Hunter!”

“So you do know who I am?”

I shrug.




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