The Blood Debt - Page 72

“Are you coming or not?” he asks.

I chuck the blanket off me and get up out of my cozy chair. “Fine.”

I could’ve just slept here on this seat, but of course he won’t allow that.

I approach him and swallow down the nerves while he watches me vigilantly and lifts up the blanket. I sit down on the bed and slowly lie down on the pillow. I’ve got to admit, it’s quite comfortable and soft … until he crawls over me and lies down behind me.

It all happens in the span of a few seconds, but the second his body presses against mine, I lose all of my cool. Every inch of skin touching his sends hot vibrations up and down my body, and I can’t stop focusing on his presence. His breath in my neck. His head lying down on the pillow right beside mine.

My lungs constrict as he pulls the blanket over both of us. His hard-on pushes up against my ass. My pussy clenches the second he hums with satisfaction.

Fuck.

I thought I could fool him with ease, but it’s proving far more difficult to keep calm myself. Why am I so affected by him? I shouldn’t be. He’s a bad fucking guy. A monster. He isn’t anything like the Liam I used to know, and—

His hand suddenly touches my waist and snakes down my belly. And I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.

“Hmm…” There’s that rumble again. The one filled with raw desire.

And it makes my body heat like a wildfire.

Focus on the job, Jasmine. Get to know him. Make him trust you so he lets you go. Then you can kill him.

Can I?

If push came to shove, could I pull that trigger?

You have no choice. He’ll kill your sister if you don’t.

Dammit. Why does this have to be so difficult?

I sigh out loud.

But he’s already snoring.

My God, that was quick.

What do I do now?

Should I try to make a run for it? Try to find my phone to call for help?

I lift my arm, but every inch of movement makes him pull me closer to his body, forcing me into the hardness of his muscles … and his bulge.

I gulp. Even in his sleep he’s hard as a rock.

Is he dreaming of me?

Stop it, Jasmine.

Since when did I become such a horny bastard?

His hand suddenly slides up the side of my body, and when he reaches my breast and squeezes my pussy clenches.

Oh, God.

I’m heating up from his body firmly pressed against mine, and now he’s groping my breasts too. I can’t stop myself from getting turned on.

So much that I begin to gyrate against his dick.

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