Shadow rushed from his house, and he used the spare key that he’d made for himself, and let himself through her front door.
He’d broken so many rules with Riley, letting her know his name, and a lot of other personal things about him, but he wasn’t about to change that, he couldn’t.
Locking her door, he walked up her stairs, and then paused.
What the hell was he doing?
She didn’t want to see him right now.
Give her the truth.
She’d seen him kill a man and didn’t freak out. Surely, she’d be able to handle whatever he could say.
Shadow opened her bedroom door and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms.
“Do I even want to know why you’re here? Or how you got in?”
His first thought was to lie. To tell her she left the door open, but he was tired of all the lies and half-truths. “I have a key.” He lifted it up and showed it to her.
“Of course you do. You have a key.” She glanced down at her body and shrugged. She was still in her black lingerie, but she didn’t make any move to hide her body. Riley had no spark.
Shadow couldn’t stop looking at her. Even in her defeated state, she was exquisite and far sexier close up than in the view of the monitors.
His cock thickened, and all he could think about was fucking her. She looked beautiful and vulnerable at the same time.
She stood up and glared at him. Without her heels, there was no way for her to match him in height.
“You know, this world is one shitty fucked up place. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time already.” She stopped, licking her lips. “Maybe one day you’ll see you’re not alone in it.”
She went to move away, and he should let her. Shadow knew that deep down in his heart this didn’t end well. This ended in death and fire, and evil. Still, he reached out, clasping her wrist, sentencing them as he did so. How could it not? She was an innocent. He didn’t care what she said. She may have seen evil, but the truth was, he’d seen hell on earth.
Together, they wouldn’t help each other.
They couldn’t.
Too many obstacles were in their way, and yet, he pulled her close. Almost as if it was an out of body experience, he held her waist. There was no stopping him now. He couldn’t stop, nor did he want to.
The feel of her skin beneath his hand was perfect, so warm and soft.
Staring into her eyes, he couldn’t look away. He cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her lips. Such tempting lips, begging to be kissed.
“I’ll tell you everything, but first I’ve got to have a little taste.”
Before she could say another word, he claimed her lips.
****
This couldn’t be happening.
Riley moaned as Shadow’s tongue traced across her lips, and she opened her mouth, tasting him for the first time. Their kiss started tentatively, their tongues mingling until the hunger for more took over. She’d been so angry with him, hated him even, and yet she couldn’t think of a single reason why he shouldn’t be kissing her, or why she shouldn’t be kissing him back. Knowing he wanted her was addictive, making her soar.
Grabbing onto his arms, she pressed herself closer against him, whimpering as both his hands cupped her ass.
It felt so damn good to be in his strong arms, and even as she wanted to fight it, her pussy flooded with warmth. She
wanted him, craved him, needed him. Her body was desperate for this man, had been for the longest time.
He was her drug of choice, and she didn’t want to quit.