Karma planed to never kill anyone again.
She planned leave the group of assassins she thought of as family, and never look back.
However, to save her step-brother she would have to take one last job.
For this hit she would need an extra gun, and...
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*Chapter 9*
"What's wrong?" Rea asked playfully as he turned to watch Karma with wide, unblinking eyes and pretended ignorance.
He knew exactly how she felt right now because he was energized with all the pent-up sexual tension as well.
Rea didn't let it show in his expression as he stared down into her alluring eyes. His erection was still painfully hard, and it throbbed between their bodies. He wanted to explode more than breathing.
He grinned when she squirmed against him in a brazenly shameless gesture. Her belly rubbed lightly over his engorged tip, and he had to grit his teeth to stop from entering her again. How long had it been since a woman had wanted him like this? Hell, he would've said the last woman he could remember being eager for him would've been Karmen-Marie when they were teens. There was something powerful in knowing he was making her wait. Having the upper hand was a potent aphrodisiac. He loved making her lust rise.
"You know what's wrong," She reached between their bodies to grip his overly sensitive shaft. Her tongue passed over her bottom lip and fluttered her eyelashes. He wanted to bite her mouth and then lick the sting away.
When the hot spray blasted his skin, he thought he had a moment of clarity about what he was doing. He shouldn't be with Karma like this. What they were doing was a bad idea, considering she didn't even know who she was. At any moment her memories could return. But as soon as he was near her, all his good intentions vanished. When he tasted her, Rea found himself wanting to be with her like in the old days.
As he smiled down at her upturned face, he gloried in the fact she thirsted for him so badly. He clamped down on his own lust and scooped her up into his arms. She always made him feel desired and wanted. Rea ignored all other thoughts and left the shower.
Karma wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs around his waist. Her face brightened in eager anticipation and triumph. Rea carried her to the door of the bathroom and pressed her back against the smooth wood surface. He loved it when she looked at him like there was some sort of victory in getting him to have sex with her.
"Do you remember this, Kitten?" he whispered into her ear. He kissed her neck as he started to lower her body onto his still-hard shaft. "Do you remember all the things we used to do?"
She shivered in his arms and moaned his name as he penetrated her. Some animalistic part of him felt like he'd captured her. It was so right to have her trapped in his arms. Short of an avalanche, nothing would stop him this time.
Karma gripped him like a hot, wet glove. When he was with her, she always made him feel like the dominant man. That hadn't changed. Having her had been an eraser. It had the power to delete everything dark that had happened to him all day long. When he was inside of her, Rea was in charge, and no one told him what to do. He didn't have to be anyone but her lover. He had no responsibility other than to make her scream his name.
