In my room.
Holding me.
I don’t need to wonder how he got in here because he’s one of the richest men in the country when he’s Orion Henderson, andone of the scariest when he’s the Hunter. Either of his personas could have gotten him into this room without breaking a sweat.
As slowly as I can manage, I slip my hand beneath the pillow closest to the door and wrap my fingers around the handle of the knife I started sleeping with when I arrived in Vegas.
At first, I wasn’t sure if Orion would want me dead for running from him, or if Lucas would send someone to hunt me down, considering I skipped out on my debt with him, but now it serves as more of a comfort item than anything else.
It just so happens to come in handy tonight.
“Go back to sleep,” Orion murmurs against the back of my head as he repositions me against him. His hard cock presses into my ass, and I freeze at the feeling.
There are many parts of him that I’ve missed, but I’m enough of a woman to admit no sex toy has a hope in hell of living up to what this man can do with what he’s packing in his pants.
I press my eyes closed, ignoring the ache between my thighs that I know only he can satiate.
As quickly as I can manage, I flip my body around until I’m poised on top of Orion with the knife pressed to his throat.
His dark eyes hold a whisper of surprise as he stares up at me, the soft moonlight illuminating his features, but a slow smirk replaces the shock.
“That was really fucking hot,” Orion groans. His hands slip up to my hips and hold me in place as he grinds me down on his cock, dragging a moan from us both.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap, willing my raging libido to settle down. It seems when I allowed him to take my virginity, I awoke a part of myself that quite literally cannot be satiated by anyone other than the man I plan to kill.
Inconvenient as hell, if you ask me.
His dark eyes are filled with amusement as he stares up at me, and I dig the knife into his throat, earning me another moan.
For fuck’s sake. Why am I not surprised this crazy fucker is aroused by my threat to his life?
“You know, Little Flame, if you’re planning on killing me, it won’t be a terrible way to go with your hot cunt grinding down on my cock.”
I huff out a sigh. “Answer my question, asshole.”
“You ran out of the auction so fast, we didn’t get a chance to finish our conversation.”
“That’s because I have nothing to say to you,” I growl, pressing the blade harder against his skin.
I’ve only ever killed one person before, and it still haunts me, but I’ve been so confident that I’ll be able to kill Orion.
Until right now.
I could end it all right here and now.
Sure, the clean-up would be a bitch, but I’d be lying to myself if I said that was the reason I can’t bring myself to slice his throat.
One move and it would be all over.
I’d be free.
But just the thought makes my heart ache in a way I really don’t want to analyze. Because if I let myself think about exactly why I can’t bring myself to kill Orion, I have a feeling I’m going to have to admit that I still love him despite all the pain he’s caused me, and I’m definitely not ready for that.
“Go on then, Ember,” he coaxes. “If we have nothing to talk about, if you have nothing to say to me, why don’t you get it over with?”
The amusement is still very much plastered on his face, and it makes me want to kill him that much more. He’s having fun with this. He’s enjoying my indecision, my heartache.
“Come on, Little Flame,” he goads. “Slice me open. Rid yourself of me.”
