Doesn’t mean I like her answer. “You had to, huh? Like you had to play me? Like you had to fuck me? Like you—”
“I,” she closes the gap between us, “didn’t have to fuck you.” Our eyes lock. “I wanted to fuck you.”
She’s so close, it drives me crazy. Is it sick I still want her? She’s Shadow, for fuck’s sake. So, yeah, definitely sick. The woman standing before me is a killer. She murdered with no remorse, tortured without batting a lash. She—
Turns to walk away.
Let her go.
I pull her back.
“Soldier, what—”
“I’m a sick motherfucker,” I say, kissing her.
Hard.
Merciless.
Un-fucking-forgiving.
She breaks away. “What are you doing?”
I sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed, that’s what.
“Boulder,” she says when I drop her. “You don’t want to do this.”
Oh, yes I fucking do. But first I need to know, “What do you want, Natalia Petrova?” I look her in the eye. “Deveraux is dead. You don’t have to pretend anymore. So tell me. What do you want?”
She doesn’t tell me. Not with words, she doesn’t. She lifts my shirt, drops my jeans, and pulls me on top of her. “One night. We forget who we are, erase the past and…” She looks me deep in the eye. “We just be.”
I’m okay with that. Well, most of it.
My dick is inside her in a heartbeat. But I don’t fuck her. I worship her.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Deep.
Tonight, we’re not archenemies. We’re not Boulder and Shadow. We’re Natalia and Markus. Lovers who can’t get enough of each other.
“You hate me,” she whispers, moving with me.
I kiss her temple. “I wish I did.”
She moans. “I’m a killer.”
Still inside her, I find her eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes. “So am I, Natalia.” I’ve got as much blood on my hands as she does. We’re the same. I just refused to accept the truth.
The rest of the night is a feast of slow love and hard fucks. By the time I fall asleep next to the monster I hunted for so long, I come to terms with the reality that sooner or later, we all have to face our shadows. They can’t exist without light, and we’d never appreciate light without them.
Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.
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