"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath.
"Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew.
"And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting.
"Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car.
"Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information.
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When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance.
*Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex*
Full description inside!
"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖"
"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐"
A standalone.
𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.
𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline.
But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth.
He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her.
To punish her for a past she didn't write.
To watch her shatter and never feel a thing.
Exactly- he wanted to.
Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure-
She became the only thing real in his twisted world.
He took her for revenge.
But she'll be the one to destroy him-
One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time.
In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn.
Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?