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  I shake my head, because I don’t need to be thinking about all that and sit up. He leans back on his heels as I move closer, and press my palm flat against his chest to push him back. He falls backwards with a soft bounce on the mattress and grabs my hips, pulling me down against him with a huge smirk on his face.

  My hair brushes against him as it hangs, and my necklace dangles from my neck, barely brushing his chest but enough to make him realise it’s there. He looks at it curiously for a second and twists his finger around the chain. He slides it down to reach the charm that’s dangling, and by charm I mean something that’s far from it.

  “Is this a bullet? As in…a real bullet?”

  He holds my gaze momentarily, and I just shrug not wanting to explain. He nods once and sighs – “Need to know stuff…I get it”, he closes his eyes and when he opens them he asks with a smirk, “What exactly am I getting into with you?”

  “Trouble…lots of trouble.”

  His response is a deep, rumbling laugh, and then he rolls us over. He brushes some hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. Either he’s not as bothered by what I’m saying, or he thinks I’m joking.

  “Aww how gentle and sweet of you Carter” I say in a super sweet and sugary tone as I giggle.

  “Right…you don’t like sweet and gentle do you” he says as his lips graze along my cheek and down my neck, before biting down - fucking hard I might add.

  A moan escapes my lips at the slight pain, and I can feel his lips pull up into a smile against my skin. His hands skim down the length of my body, and I gasp as he grabs a hold of my thigh and tugs it up.

  I automatically wrap the other leg around his waist too, as his fingers lightly trace along my stomach, before reaching down and grabbing his cock. He slides it against my opening and grins when he feels just how wet I am.

  “Fuck” he says, and I don’t answer. Is that a good fuck, or a bad fuck?

  “Condom…top drawer” he growls, and then leans down, licking and kissing down my chest, toying with one of my nipples. He bites down gently and I reach out blindly to my side, trying to find the damn top drawer. Just a few inches further.

  Me wriggling around and reaching for the drawers makes me rub up against him in the most delicious way, making us both impatient. Where the fuck are these condoms dammit!

  I finally find the drawer without looking and yank it open, diving in and trying to find a condom quickly.

  He pulls back from his slow devouring of my nipples, and smirks at me when he sees me fiddling with the condom wrapper. I bite into it impatiently and rip it open, then reach down to slide it on, his eyes on mine the whole time.

  He leans down closer against me and slides his hand through my hair, before grabbing a handful – not causing pain, but just enough to let me know he’s not being gentle with me.

  Before I can say something witty he thrusts into me, making me whimper with the pleasure it automatically gives me. He seals his lips to mine as he continues to move inside me, slow at first, but then he starts to move harder and faster. I rake my fingers down his back, and feel his muscles flexing with every movement as he gets deeper.

  “Oh God, Carter” I manage to get out between each breath, and then gasp as he nips my ear with his teeth. He leans up on his forearms and keeps driving himself harder into me, this time watching me, watching the way my body moves beneath his, searching my face for ...for what?

  It feels slightly intimate the way he’s looking at me, so I turn my head into the pillow and close my eyes tight. I feel his warmth, his body slick against my own as he hits an incredibly good spot.

  My eyes snap open as I throw my head back with a soft moan. Jesus I swear I’m not usually this loud, but something about him, the way he’s watching me, the way he does things knowing it’s for my pleasure only. I find guys usually just do their thing and don’t care how good it is for you, and once they’re done they pretty much leave or kick you out. I try to make a habit of not sticking around after to evade the awkwardness as much as possible.

  He sits back and pulls on my hips, dragging me closer as he drives himself into me again. His hands move from my hips down my stomach, and he grabs both my tits in his hands, tugging on one of my nipples with his fingers. As he gets closer to the edge, he slides his hand down my stomach and between my legs, and then starts to rub gently with his thumb, right where I need him.

  “Kayla” he says, almost a whisper but I still hear it even over my loud gasps, and his sexy as hell growl.

  He shuts his eyes tight as he pushes into me a few more times, and leans down kissing all the way up my chest and finally reaching my lips.

  His mouth on mine covers my moan as I finally reach my orgasm, seeping through every inch of my body. I can feel him grinning against my lips with the satisfaction of knowing that every slice of pleasure is because of him. It feels slightly strange to have someone so attentive to my needs, so satisfied knowing how they’re making me feel as if it matters most.

  I know he’s close as he starts to thrust a little faster, and grabs both my hips for support, pumping a few more times before reaching his release with a soft growl.

  Usually I’d get straight out of bed, but I find myself sliding my hand up his arm and around the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Almost like a big fat thank you for screwing my brains out so successfully.

  I start laughing as he kisses my cheek, my lips, my other cheek, and just all over my face.

  “Fuck” he says again and grins looking down at me, sliding his thumb against my jaw.

  “Good kind of fuck or bad kind of fuck Carter?” I laugh.

  “Good…very fucking good kind” he laughs with me.

  Chapter 5

  Carter

  I am royally and utterly fucked. The more she tells me she doesn’t do the sweet and gentle, which usually I’m against anyway, the more I find myself wanting to prove to her just how fucking nice sweet and gentle can be. Insane, right?

  Jimmy and I never really took the opportunities women presented to get to know them better, to know things about them because of the shit we were doing. If you don’t have anyone close to you then they can’t use them against you, no weaknesses.

  Every tiny bit I’m finding out about her is making me want to know that extra bit more. It feels like some things between us are too similar for me to even comprehend at the moment, and it’s got me so intrigued I can’t stop pushing her, pushing her for more, pushing her that tiny bit further.

  For starters, she’s Polish. Might not seem like a big deal to most, but to me it seems like a giant coincidence or connection I’m missing. As soon as I saw her across the road surveying the building after I met with Mikhalov, it peaked my curiosity further. I know for a fact she’s not there for the ordinary work of an assistant, she seems too competent for that kind of stuff.

  Sure I was born here, but having spent most of my life around Russian families you pick up bits and pieces of the language. My father was in with all the Russians too, and the man I’m trying to win against – Abram Mikhalov, but that’s a whole other story.

  And secondly, a bullet hanging from a chain around her neck is not a sign she’s any ordinary woman. The more she tells me she’s trouble, the more I believe her, but having done the things I’ve done in my past it doesn’t scare me off. In fact, it makes me want her so much more. Makes me realise a woman like her could handle everything about my life without a seconds hesitation.

  I watch her laying in my bed, sheets loosely draped across her body, as I lay here with my arms behind my back. She tried to run off as soon as we were done, but I wasn’t done, not by a long shot. She cracks open one of her dark brown eyes slightly and sees me watching her, then to my surprise gives me a soft embarrassed smile. What the fuck she has to be embarrassed about I got no idea.

  She tugs the sheet up a little higher to hide her tits, and turns to get out of bed. No way am I having her leave just yet. I pull the sheet until she le
ts her grip on it go, exposing her chest, and gently pull her down by her forearm.

  She lands back on the bed with a small bounce on the mattress, and starts to giggle when I roll over and kiss her neck. She seems to like it when I kiss her neck.

  I’m starting to find I really like that sound coming out of her mouth, of course the sounds she makes while fucking is higher up on that list - the little moans, almost like a soft purr a kitten makes.

  “I have to go” she says, and tries to wriggle out from under me.

  “Do you really, or are you just running?” I say as I slide my hand down across her skin, and reach the exposed flesh between her legs.

  She scoffs a little before answering, “Why would I be running?”

  As soon as my fingers start to slide through her wetness, she closes her eyes and a soft moan escapes her perfect pink lips. That’s what I thought. She doesn’t want to leave she’s just running away – maybe even used to guys kicking her out straight after. Well, that’s going to change because I sure as fuck am not kicking her out any time soon.

  I move my lips across her collarbone, and as I slide a finger inside I lower my lips to her nipple, biting gently knowing she likes that.

  “Are you sure you have to go?” I ask mischievously, and all she does is shake her head slightly before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me against her.

  Chapter 6

  Kayla

  I’m not one to usually stick around a guy’s apartment after sex, but somehow it’s six in the evening, and I’m still here after a whole day with him. Not for a lack of trying to leave though don’t get me wrong.

  After we avoided the why-is-there-a-bullet-hanging-from-your-necklace conversation, we kind of didn’t talk much at all after that. After we had sex we laid there for about ten minutes catching our breath, and then somehow started again - something along the lines of me saying his name repeatedly while he worked his tongue between my legs, the occasional ‘Oh god Carter, don’t stop”, and just moaning in general from the both of us.

  I don’t usually get much from a guy doing that but holy shit - he sure knows how to use what he’s got. Obviously I felt I had to return the amazing favour after that wild orgasm, so I pulled him down on top of me and then rolled us over, working my way down his body with my lips and tongue.

  Either I was too good at what I was doing, or not at all, because I didn’t end up with my lips wrapped around him for long before he dragged me up and rolled us over again, sliding himself into me again.

  I’m learning lots of little things about Carter after spending the day with him. I found he’s slightly ticklish after sex, which is adorable. He has more food in his pantry and fridge then a five person family, and it’s not the type of food you’d find in a bachelors home either. I mean he even has goddamn spices in his pantry. I know this, because he made me lunch, and it was by far one of the best things I've ever tasted too.

  “How are you so good at this?” he asks, bringing me back to now, which is us half naked and playing PlayStation on his giant flat screen TV. It’s a big difference running around with guns on a game, to running around with a gun in real life, but I’m not exactly going to share that I’ve experienced both. I reload my gun and start running around again looking for his character, shooting him point blank as he comes around a corner.

  “I give up…this is just embarrassing.”

  “Aww come on, I’m on a roll here!”

  “You hungry?” he asks, as he puts his controller down on the coffee table and stands up to stretch. I watch his muscles flex as he stretches his arms up, and before I can answer his question, my phone starts ringing and vibrating across the coffee table loudly. As soon as I see it’s Alek I realise I had plans tonight, plans to obtain something important, and I’m now running late.

  Carter sees the name flashing on the screen and my sudden panic, and then eyes me curiously - “I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

  “I don’t. I have to go though” I say, and start looking for my clothes that are scattered throughout his house. Shit, shit, shit, how could I forget about this? I run around his apartment like crazy, pulling on different pieces of clothing, and tying my hair into a messy bun. As I’m hopping around trying to slip my feet into my sneakers, I notice he’s standing against the couch, fully dressed, and playing with his car keys.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Giving you a lift home.”

  I hesitate for a moment but realise it’s probably a lot faster than running home right now, and I’m in a serious hurry. We make our way down to the car park in complete silence, and I give him a huge grin when I see his car is a black Camaro – like the old school ones that rumble so loud you can feel it in your gut. He starts the car, and then pulls out from the underground car park of his building, merging smoothly with the traffic outside.

  I sit in the passenger seat tapping my fingers against my thigh impatiently, until he reaches over and places his hand over mine, calming me slightly, “Are you okay?”

  “Sure…yeah...fine” I answer, too distracted to even try to sound remotely composed.

  I notice he speeds up slightly, weaving in and out of traffic like always but going faster than usual. I send off a quick text to Alek to let him know I’m five minutes from home, and apologise a ridiculously stupid amount of times, getting no response back. No surprise there.

  Once we get to my house, I have my passenger door open before we even pull to a complete stop. I’m out the car in a second, and I hesitate for a brief moment with the door open, just looking at him, lost for the right thing to say.

  In the end I stupidly say, “Thanks for today” and close the car door. Then I run up the front steps and burst through the front door. I know that was an incredibly ridiculous thing to say considering how fucking amazing he was, but I honestly didn’t know what else to say. Oh hey, thanks for fucking my brains out all day?

  I’m pulling my clothes off as I race through the house, throwing them wherever, and run to my room to grab clean clothes, “I know Alek, I know. I’m late…I got distracted…it won’t happen again.”

  “You’re lucky this is just to get blue prints and not something entirely massive” he yells at me from the living room. I throw on clean underwear, black tights, and a black tank top – all black, the go-to colour of a criminal. God I’m an idiot.

  “Are you coming with me?” I ask Alek but get no response - maybe he just didn’t hear me.

  I move to my walk in wardrobe where my safe is behind my hanging clothes, and spin the lock, opening it and pulling out a pistol. No, I have not killed anyone with it, and I don’t plan to either. Not just yet anyway. I always take it with me just in case, whether for the peace of mind or for a little encouragement if I need something from someone.

  Okay I lie, I have shot someone with it but only in the leg, and it was an accident…kind of.

  As I pull the clip out and check the ammo, I make my way back out into the living room. Just as I’m stepping out from the hallway I push the clip back in, and freeze mid step - the click of the gun sounding incredibly loud compared to the sudden silence in the room. Standing in my living room is Carter, eyeing me and the gun in my hand.

  “Uhh…Carter? What are you doing?”

  “You left your phone on the seat of my car” he says and pulls his hand up, holding my phone up for me to see he’s not making things up.

  “I think the two of you need to talk…maybe take Carter with you?” Alek says, surprising me. Is he insane?

  “Sure, I’ll go” Carter says casually, not in the least bit concerned with why I have a gun, or where it is that I need to go with it. I stand there speechless, watching him watch me - until Alek clears his throat and reminds me I need to go. I throw on a hoodie and slide the gun into the front pocket, then slide my feet into my black converse sneakers without bothering to lace them up properly.

  I eye Alek for a brief second, and he gives me a soft nod before I mak
e my way outside and lean against the roof of Carter’s car. Alek must have been saying something to him, because it takes him a minute or so to walk out of the house and make his way down to his car after me– in total silence.

  He unlocks his car and I slide in without a word, and then watch him do the same. He starts the car and waits patiently, still in total silence, until I realise he’s waiting for directions.

  “Just head towards Lincoln Towers on West End” I tell him quietly, and he pulls away from the curb. I manage to stay quiet for a whole five minutes before the silence finally kills me.

  “I don’t know exactly what you’re thinking…but it’s not that.”

  “So it’s not more trouble?”

  “Okay…maybe it is what you’re thinking then…but not the kind of trouble you’re thinking of.”

  “Mmmhmm…”