Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
She laughed as she put her body between him and the door. “That’s ingenious. Killing him would solve this problem.”
“I’m glad you agree.”
“I don’t,” she said, putting her hand to the front of his suit. “Lorcan isn’t the problem.” Graves scoffed. “He’s not. Even if he was, now is not the time to kill him. Not this close to the solstice. Not with the heist tomorrow.” She swallowed as she took his hand in hers and let her absorption drop. “Not when I love you.”
Graves’s brow furrowed. His perfect lips opened in incomprehension. “You…love me?”
“I do.”
And then she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
With her magic down, he could read her thoughts, and he’d taught her many tricks since they started training. If she wanted to control what he saw, then she just had to focus on it…so she did.
She showed him the first time she’d seen him and how terrifyingly beautiful he was. The moment he’d held her crying in the subway tunnels for the first time. The trust she’d given him before their first mission. The sight of him calling her wife in the halls of Versailles. The knowledge that he had her back no matter what. And then every single minute look and detail she could conjure up since they’d returned to the city. How she felt about every facet of him.
The villain he claimed.
The monster she desired.
The man he’d become.
He’d changed. While he may still be dangerous, he was not dangerous to her. Everything had shifted in their time together.
Graves lifted her by her hips and settled her on the lip of his desk where her ass dug into the edge of the gun. His mouth was open and pliant. His tongue roving. His hands mapping every inch of her body.
He didn’t interject in the middle of her parade of memories. He didn’t force any thoughts into her head. He let her feed him the knowledge that he so desired.
After he’d had his fill, she pulled back to look at him. “No counter arguments?”
“None,” he said as he lifted her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but a black, lacy bralette.
She grinned. “You’re usually so eloquent.”
“You said all that needed to be said.” Then he laid her out across the hard leather.
She wiggled against the gun. “This is in the way.”
“And here I thought weapons got you off,” he teased, slipping the gun out from underneath her. “Hold this.”
He settled the gun on her stomach. The cold steel drew a hiss from her as it touched her bare skin. Its weight against her did somehow turn her on. Fuck him for knowing it.
He smirked at her reaction and then lifted her hips to shuck her shorts onto the floor. “Something to say?”
“You’re dangerous.”
“Me? Not the gun?” He lifted her ankle onto his shoulder and began to lay kisses down her calf, sliding to his knees before her.
“We both know what the most powerful thing in the room is.”
“Oh?” His eyes were contemplative. “You believe it’s me?”
“Obviously.”
“A weapon is only as powerful as its weakness, and you are mine.”
She shivered at those words. “What does that make me, then?”
“The most powerful thing in the entire world.”
Her heart swelled. His weakness. His power. She was all of it. And he was everything to her.
He nipped at her inner thigh, and she yelped. “You’re going to leave a mark.”
“Many,” he agreed.
He slid her thong to the side and ran a finger down the center of her. She gasped and tipped her head back, body on fire.
“So wet for me,” he breathed.
“Yes,” she panted.
He slipped two fingers inside, curling them upward. She squirmed underneath him, wanting his cock and not just his fingers, but also desperately wanting everything he’d give her.
“What got you so riled up?” he asked as he circled around her swollen clit. “Was it the gun?” He reached up and took the handle in his palm, dragging the hard metal down her stomach, across her pelvis, and down over her wet pussy.
She shuddered. “Graves!”
“Or was it me?” He slid his tongue up over her exposed clit. “You choose.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Yes, I should fuck you with this gun?” he asked a mischievous look on his face as cold metal touched her exposed skin again.
She had to clench her entire body to keep from jumping at the touch. But she couldn’t stop her reaction. There was something heady about him touching her with it. The dangerous thing as if they couldn’t both kill her. As if she didn’t want him to keep going.
The metal pressed against her sensitive clit, and she gasped as the friction hit her in all the right places. The nerves sparking to life at the fact that he was even doing it. He curled his fingers in at the same moment he moved the gun against her most exposed spot.