Karma planed to never kill anyone again.
She was going to 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...
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*Chapter 12*
Karma woke sleepily and looked at the clock on the desk next to the computer. It was 1:05 in the early morning. The time bothered her, and she couldn't fall back to sleep. The numbers cast an eerie green glow to the room. The only other light was from the computers near the bed.
Restless, Karma sat and stretched. Rea rolled over toward her and cushioned his face on her pillow. He looked relaxed while he slept, and for a long time, Karma simply watched him.
It had been a while since she and Rea had left the room. Now, as she looked at his eyelids flutter in sleep, she decided she needed to talk to him about his demand that they stay here. In the morning, she would tell him it was time to return to his work on the base. He couldn't ignore all his responsibilities. He had duties to perform. It was nice for the two of them to be together, but it was time for both of them to get back to whatever work they did. They honestly couldn't spend all their time in his room lounging. Gears would soon start complaining they needed some sun. She realized they should both hit the greenhouses.
Besides that, she was going to ask Rea why he wouldn't have sex with her. He'd made love to her right after the incident with Nash, but then abruptly stopped. He refused to touch her. She was recovered now. The cut on her stomach had healed almost completely. It was only a faint red line. Whatever Gears had used for the wound had done wonders. The cut on her thigh was still rough, but overall, she was well. It was time they got back into a routine. It was also time Rea stopped treating her like a glass doll. He claimed it was for her health, but they both knew that was a lie.
Two things she was sure of. First, if they got back to their regular routines, then she would probably get her memory back faster. Everyone would be happier if her memories returned.
Second, she was positive that if she were perfectly healthy Rea would stop turning her down in bed. If they could go back to being close again, that would make them both happier.
Karma rolled over and slipped closer to Rea. She ran her hand over his chest and let her fingers travel until they danced close to his length. A sigh passed his lips. He was rock hard like he always was around her, but if he were fully awake, he would bat her hand away. Why did he fight their attraction?
A mischievous smile kicked up her lips. She peeled the blanket back and scooted down to place her face near his engorged member. Her lips pressed together to stamp down her giggle. Instead of laughing, she let her tongue snake out to slowly run over the swollen purple tip. She wet her fingers so she could let them run down his balls toward his ass.
When Rea had been younger, the two of them had done a broad variety of sexual acts, and Karma was bewildered at his current prudish behavior. She could recall every naughty thing they'd done together. It didn't make sense why he kept her at arm's length.
In the past, Rea had shown her exactly what he liked and what he wanted her to do to him. Now all he ever said was no. She smiled as she kept touching him in an unhurried way. He might say no to her when he was awake, but sleeping, he lifted his hips to seek her touch.
