Sunday 'Sunny' Santos
"I could lay here forever.." I sigh dreamily, dreading the moment the Loan Shark releases me from his strong arms and the world would begin to spin again.. I can't remember the last time I felt so safe and warm, like home..
Perhaps I never really have?
For now, I want to stay here, suspended in our perfect little bubble, just a moment longer..
"Forever is a long time, Bunny.." Petting my hair, softly, Max combs his fingers though each lock as the calm rise and fall of his barreled chest beneath my cheek lulls me into a pacified trance..
"It's not long enough.." I nuzzle deeper into his heat, holding onto the fuzzy afterglow of our passion and allowing it to warm my heart..
But nothing so perfect could ever last.. And I should know better than to make such a silly, impossible wish..
"Somebody would come looking for you, eventually.." Like a serrated knife, his cutting words slice though the bubble of bliss, bursting it immediately..
"Like who?" I lift my chin from his chest to peer up at him, finding a hint of suspicion and doubt in his enigmatic everclear eyes and wondering what I'd done to earn it..
Max watches me carefully, as if seeking for something hidden behind my gaze.. A secret that I am unaware of keeping.. "You tell me, Zayka.."
"Nobody is looking for me, Max.." I sit up, wrapping an arm around my naked breasts, barely covering my pert nipples for modesty.. Startled by the sharp accusatory tone of his comment, I shift in place, a new nervousness awakening in my chest.. "You made sure of that.."
Tension pulls at the vacant space that had been so comfortable and cosy only seconds ago, and the stained distance begins to grow between us once again..
One moment, we'd been close, as close as any two people could possibly be..
Hell, he'd been inside me!
But now, while only inches in proximity, we couldn't be further apart.. I don't know why, but I can feel him pulling away from me, from us, and that impenetrable guard of his clicking back into place..
I don't understand it.. What did I do wrong?
My battered pride and baser instincts scream at me to move.. To demand and explaination and fight for this feeling.. But I am frozen, paralysed by confusion and too afraid to ask why the room has suddenly turned so ice cold..
"S'poze I did..." Maksimillian hums darkly, folding one arm behind his head to close his eyes in a tired, meditative manner..
"What does it feel like?" The obnoxiously insensitive question escapes my mouth before I can swallow back down.. But I can't reconcile the two sides of this frustratingly mysterious man, the passionate lover and the violent killer.. I know he is both, yet the dichotomy is impossible to accept..
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PURPLE HEART - Soliders Of Fortune [BOOK TWO]
RomanceSunday Santos lives by one rule in life; Keep your head down and your mouth shut. Sunny knows how to survive the mean city streets and the predators that walk them, after all she was raised in the cold and unforgiving ganglands. But after her pimp...