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I laugh softly. “So, you’re always this mysterious?”
“No.”
“When are you not?”
“When people stop asking questions.”
There’s dry humor beneath the words. Completely unexpected. “So, what happens,” I ask, “if I keep asking them?”
His eyes meet mine again. “I’ll keep answering exactly like this.”
A smile tugs at my lips before I can stop it. This was supposed to be easy. Get close, gain his trust, and finish the job. Instead, I’m in a dim hallway, trading barbs with the man I’m supposed to kill. And somehow, he’s the first person who’s made me genuinely smile in a long fucking time.
I let myself lean in, close enough to catch the scent of whiskey and leather. My voice drops, silk-wrapped steel. “You think a little girl like me could handle you?” I choose my words carefully, making sure to grab his attention.
His eyes narrow, sliding down my body with the slow, deliberate hunger of a man who’s spent years taking what he wants. I see the calculation, the way he weighs me—tiny beside him, my head barely reaching his shoulder. His mouth curls, almost cruel.
“Doubt it,” he rumbles, voice low and rough. “You’d break.”
I smile, sharp and bright, all promise and threat. “You’d be surprised.”
A beat passes, tension coiling, thick as smoke. My pulse thrums in my throat as he moves, one step, then another, until the wall bites into my back and his body blocks out everything but him. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t need to. His hand fists in my hair, tilting my chin up, and then his mouth claims mine, hot and demanding, nothing gentle about it. He kisses like a man starved, like he wants to devour me, and I answer with teeth, with tongue, with every dark and wicked part of myself I usually keep caged.
He tastes like heat and violence, like danger I want to swallow whole. His size devours me, makes me reckless, untouchable. I arch closer, pressing my breasts into the hard line of him, daring him to lose control. The kiss is savage, hungry, and brutally perfect. When he finally tears away, my breath is shattered, my lips bruised, and I know, no matter how dangerous, I want more.
“Take me home,” I say.
“No. If you want a ride on the wild side, you’ll get no bed, no sweet words. I’ll fuck you dirty and walk away, that’s all.”
My damn knees tremble at the vision his words describe. “Please,” I say huskily, that single word surprising us both. He grabs my hand and pulls me out a side door into the alley.
“Tell me to stop now. This is your only chance.”
“No. I want this.” I shouldn’t, but God help me, I do. I can have this one night just for me, and kill him tomorrow. No harm, no foul.
There are no more words between us, only action. He slams me against the alley wall, the rough brick biting through the leather at my back. His hands are everywhere, greedy and claiming.
“You want it dirty? You’re going to get it, little girl. Gonna ruin you right here. Let everyone hear how you beg for my fat cock.”
My breath shudders out as I hastily kick off my heels. He yanks my jeans down, exposing my slick heat to the cool night air. “Fuck,” he growls, palm sliding between my thighs, fingers teasing, then plunging deep. “So fucking wet already. All this for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching into his touch, shameless and desperate. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Hard. I want you to make me scream.”
He laughs, dark and low. “You want to get split open, princess? Think you can take all of me?”
I meet his hungry stare, licking my lips. “Try me.”
He snarls and rips at his belt, jeans shoved down just enough to bare skin. I watch his cock spring free, thick and heavy, gleaming with a pair of silver piercings that make my mouth water. The glint of metal is wickedly tempting, unexpected, and obscene. He rips a condom packet with his teeth, rolls it on with practiced ease.
“Open up for me. Now.”
I obey, shameless. Needy.
He lifts me with one arm, spreading my legs wide around his hips, grinding the blunt head of his cock against my entrance. “You want it rough? Say it.”
“Fuck me, Walker. Use me. Make me your little slut.”
That’s all it takes. He thrusts inside, stretching me wide, stealing my breath with a single brutal stroke. The feel of his piercings inside me is a shock, hard, cool, and impossibly intimate, sending lightning through my nerves. I cry out, nails clawing at his leather-covered shoulders, hips rocking helplessly. He pounds into me, every thrust filthy and raw, the slap of skin loud in the shadows. “You like that? You like getting fucked like a dirty girl where anyone could see?”
