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I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. But I can’t let another second pass without showing her what I should have from the very beginning.

I draw her gently toward me. Then I close the last few inches between us.

Our lips meet for the first time.

Chapter Nineteen

Hannah

Vik’s outburst should terrify me.

He drew a gun on an innocent man who had nothing to do with the way I treated him. The only sane response would be to run.

Yet I don’t want to. It may have happened under the worst possible circumstances, but he finally gave me what I wanted. Proof that I’m more than just a toy he picks up when it suits him.

His mouth is on mine. He kisses me roughly, and I freeze. Part of me wants to push him away. Another part...

Doesn’t.

I kiss him back, matching his intensity as the cold steel in his hand brushes the small of my back. A shiver races up my spine.

Seeing I can barely stay on my feet, Vik slips his gun hand beneath my knees and lifts me with effortless ease. He carries me through the living room to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. When he finally sets me on the edge of the bed, he doesn’t say a word.

He doesn’t need to.

If I’d intended to fight him, I would have done it before now. I would have kicked, screamed and clawed my way free. Instead, I let him bring me here.

No matter how angry he’s made me... This is what I’ve wanted. To feel wanted. Loved. Whatever it is he’s trying to show me.

Vik takes a step back. A glint of light catches the pistol in his hand, drawing my attention.

“Does this scare you, Hannah?” he asks, extending his arm. “Or does it excite you?”

He brings it closer.

“I don’t—”

An icy sensation brushes my skin, stealing the rest of my words. A broken moan escapes before I can stop it. One corner of his mouth curls into a knowing smile. The caution he carried into the room has vanished.

“Guess that answers my question.”

The gun passes my belly button, catches on the hem of my panties, and glides between my thighs. They clench instinctively, squeezing the metal, somehow heightening the strange sensations brewing inside me. No one but Vik has ever made my body react this way.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter.

The room falls silent and my heart pounds so fast, I’m convinced he can hear it.

“You like it, don’t you?” Vik asks, adjusting his wrist between my legs.

“Maybe.” The thrill, the danger, the excitement. Everything about this is completely insane, and I’m loving every second of it.

“Look at me, Hannah. I want to see your face.”

I do.

He twitches his wrist again, and the gun grinds against my clit. I throw my hands around his shoulders to steady myself. Vik grins wickedly and pulls the gun away from my thighs, but my attention is already back on him. He leans in close, teasing me with the idea that he’s about to kiss me again, but shifts his mouth to my cheek instead.

I hear the heavy clunk of the gun hitting the floor as his lips move across my face, over my earlobe and against my neck. His hand replaces the weapon between my legs, teasing my wet panties with his fingers while his thumb presses against my most sensitive spot.