Thirst : A Dark Stalker Romance by L.A. Wayward

Author:L.A. Wayward [Wayward, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A Dark Captive Hitman Romance
Publisher: L.A. Wayward
Published: 2022-05-05T16:00:00+00:00

Paxton

My heart is racing, the bastard still gets to me after all these years. I debated shooting him in his ass when he left me alone while he took care of his phone call outside. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Most was in Russian, and a couple Italian swearwords I recognized.

“I’m gonna take a shower before we head out,” he says, brushing past me and disappearing into the bathroom. After a minute, I hear the toilet flush, and the shower turn on. I sit on the edge of the bed debating what I should do. There are numerous options lying on the bed. I eye the knife still standing straight against the headboard, with his blood on the blade, and my clit twitches. I groan, this is not the response I should be getting. I shift my ass on the sheets, I’m horny and I can smell my arousal already. I fall back against the sheets and place my hand over my heart. I’m not going to shoot the motherfucker. He’s Iggy’s dad; he deserves to know him. I cringe. Iggy doesn’t know anything; what will happen when they meet? The only thoughts running through my scrambled brain are: I’m fucked, and the man still looks extremely good after all these years. He definitely bulked up since the last time we met. And the scars covering his body and face are hot as hell. Maybe I can ask him if he’d wear the balaclava again?

What the hell am I talking about? I know nothing about the bastard. We have nothing in common, only Iggy. Why am I still attracted to him? I shouldn’t want to shoot the guy and fuck him at the same time, but I do.

He is the only one I ever had sex with. Those other guys, including Derick, didn’t get past second base. I sit up. But what was all that shit about me being his, and how the hell did he find me?

Before I can think it through, I’m stomping to the bathroom and slam the door open. What I see makes me stop in my tracks. The shower curtain is wide open, and he’s leaning with one hand against the wall while the other is pumping up and down his impressive shaft, the tattoos on his chest wet from the water. He’s got his eyes closed and his head a little tilted to the side, breathing hard while he jerks off. Before I can make a move, he locks eyes with me, his hand picking up the pace. Winking, his mouth parts while I watch him come against the tiles. Jets of white cum splashing on the wall while our eyes clash.

“Came to watch the show?” he asks, turning toward me while letting go of his dick. Resting his arms against the shower rail, showing off his impressive muscles, the asshole blows me a kiss. I run my eyes over his body, stopping at his semi-straight cock thickening under my gaze. His flesh glistens with droplets of cum.

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