by Eden Summers
I incline my head, my heart beating rapidly in a mix of fear and arousal. I want to believe him—really, I do—but a lack of ignorance makes it impossible.
I weave my free hand around to sit on his chest, then shove him back while pulling the weapon from his waistband.
He goes with the flow, gifting me with a few retreating steps when we both know he could’ve tried to hardball his way out of the situation.
“A Walther P22? Nice.” It’s a serious gun. A seriously scary gun for someone who claims to avoid violence.
I eject the clip, shove it in my pocket, then pull back the slider. “Oh.” I release a sardonic chuckle. “And a live one in the chamber. Aren’t you a wealth of surprises?”
I guess it could be worse. The clip could be half empty.
He grins, but there’s no humor in the expression. “And you sure know your way around a gun.”
I shrug and lob the lone bullet his way. “Like you said, it’s a bad neighborhood.”
He catches the round without breaking my gaze, then again when I throw him the clip.
“Leave.”
“You’re kicking me out?” He scowls.
“You bet your perfectly sculpted ass I am.” He’s more like me than I realized—confident around guns, proficient in lies. I can no longer ignore the warning signs that highlight a dangerous man.
His jaw ticks, and those dazzling eyes are back in predator mode.
“Unless you want to play How Many Weapons Does She Have Stashed Within Arm’s Reach.” I grin. “That really is a fun game.”
“Fine.” He holds out a hand. “I’ll leave.”
I stare at his upturned palm and raise a brow. “If you’re waiting for a high-five, you’ve assumed the wrong position.”
“I’m waiting for my gun.”
“Well, then, it looks like you’re gonna luck out twice tonight.” I jerk my chin toward the door. “Go. I’ll throw it down once you’re outside the building.”
His hand falls to his side, fisting into a white-knuckled grip. “You’re going to throw my gun from a third-story window?”
The upward twist of my mouth isn’t friendly. “I hope you’re a good catch.”
He licks his lower lip, and I’m sure it’s supposed to be a threatening gesture with those squinted eyes, but I’m over here still drowning in the gushing wetness of my panties.
I want to hate-fuck him right now. Hate-fuck him so damn hard. Unfortunately, I realize my safety is more important than indulging in my deranged fantasies. And yes, it’s a seriously slow reaction I’m not overly proud of.
“Until next time.” His mouth has the slightest incline, an almost imperceptible grin, as he turns for the door.
“Oh, sweetie, there’s not going to be a next time.”
He glances over his shoulder and smirks. “We’ll see.”
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Other Titles in the Hunting Her World
Hunter
Decker
Torian
Savior
Luca
Cole
Seeking Vengeance
Ruthless Redemption
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About the Author
Eden Summers is a bestselling author of contemporary romance with a side of sizzle and sarcasm.
She lives in Australia with a young family who are well aware she's circling the drain of insanity.
Eden can't resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.
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