Puppet {ManxMan}

CHAPTER 22

I have no clue how long we were at it, but when we first went into his room it was around one, maybe two in the afternoon, and by the time we'd finished with our love making it was dark out. We were so exhausted we hardly managed to shower clumsily before falling into his bed and passing out. I would have gone to my own room, I swear, but I was tired.

He had the stamina of a fucking track runner, and he was way too good at sex. I let him do whatever he wanted with me, putting me on my stomach before pushing me up against a wall, stretched over a desk, finishing back on the bed. It was the best sex I'd ever had in my life and that kind of annoyed me, especially when I woke up.

I was still in his bed, lying on my stomach because my hips ached as if they'd been broken. My head was cradled on a soft pillow and my face was turned towards Kailas' side of the bed. He was on his back, lucky bastard, the covers pulled up just enough so I could still see the scar on his chest. One arm was reaching towards me, the other was folded over his stomach.

A large part of me wanted to slap him awake and chew him out for ruining my ass, but I didn't, for several reasons. First off, I was still exhausted and wanted to sleep more. Second, he was really cute when he was asleep. Thirdly, and this was the important one, I was humiliated because we went all the way.

Last night I wanted it, so bad, enough to beg and plead for more, but it wasn't even why I really went to his room! I was going to seduce him so he was distracted enough for me to kill him, but it didn't exactly go as planned, and that pissed me off. I hid my face in the pillow, punching it weakly and groaning before peering over to make sure he was still sleeping.

I told him I loved him.

My face burned badly so I hid it against the pillow again, whining pathetically. What was wrong with me? Love? Someone like me wasn't capable of love. I was a monster, a killer. I seduced before slaughtering my prey like a black widow, I was a pretty little puppet created to be used and abused. Not treated like a porcelain doll, not like how Kailas treated me.

I moved slowly as I pushed myself onto my hands, looking down at Kailas before turning my head, eyes growing wide when I noticed the pocket knife sitting on his bedside table. I kept one eye on him as I inched over and snatched it up, pausing when I saw his jeans on the ground, something poking out from the back pocket.

Curiosity fueled me as I leaned down and tugged the page from his pocket, my breath hitching when I realized it was an old photograph of the two of us when we were younger. Cass had mentioned that Kailas carried a picture of me around with him, but... I didn't believe him.

I threw it down before inching back onto the bed towards Kailas, opening the knife when I got close to him. I had a job to. I had to protect him. I knew that, but as I put the sharp edge of the blade against his throat, I saw a tear fall onto his cheek. My tear. I quickly rubbed at my eyes and put the knife back to his throat, but I couldn't seem to find the will to dig into the flesh before swiping across his jugular.

I couldn't do it.

A whine left my throat as I turned and threw the knife across the room before falling back onto my face, hugging the pillow and cursing, my eyes pinched closed. I almost gasped when the bed dipped to my left where Kailas was lying, but willed myself to remain as still as possible, even when his hand came under the covers and rubbed down my back, massaging as he went.

His lips pressed against the back of my neck and he whispered to me, "For an assassin, you're bad at killing targets."

I gasped and lifted my head to gape at him, eyes wide in horror. He just smiled at me and propped his head into his raised hand, keeping his other moving over my lower back. His unique molasses and maroon hair fell over one eye, and the smile was so stupidly charming despite what he'd just said.