Killian pulled out a pack of smokes, hitting the pack until one came out. He lit up and took a long drag. “Can’t say I’m crazy about it. That’s why I’m here, eh?”
He’d heard rumors about Boss’s Irish hitman, the one who had a soft spot for women. Until right now, he’d thought he was a waste of breath.
“You know, this house call isn’t much help. Boss can find us anywhere we go. If he’s set on hurting Scarlett, he won’t stop until he gets his way.”
“A man can be convinced of anything. Look at you—”
“What about me?” Bain asked.
“Boss has had a hard-on to sign you up for years, said you were the devil himself. But look at you now, falling for a woman you’ve known for a few days.” Killian blew out a cloud of smoke, a wicked smile on his fucked up lips.
“Thanks for the heads-up, but you can fuck off now. If Boss gives the order, tell him I’ll kill him before I let him near my woman.”
Killian shrugged. “Have a nice night, bud.” He stomped out his cigarette and got into his car, driving away without another word. Bain watched the billow of dust until the car disappeared from distance down the country road. He really needed to invest in a front gate.
Bain spat before closing the door. It figured that as soon as he found something worth living for, fate was ready to fuck with him again. Boss and Killian, and the whole damn world, might think he’d gone soft because of Scarlett. They were wrong.
Chapter Ten
Four days later
Scarlett stretched her arms above her head and stared up at the ceiling fan. Last night had been another dream come true with Bain completely at her mercy. She loved how he caved, how he loved having her mouth on him. There was no way she could even begin to imagine how he must have felt as a child being forced to commit those kinds of acts. She didn’t want to think about it.
Children were supposed to be protected, enjoyed, loved, not used as toys in a game. That was what he’d been forced to endure. They had all been toys, playing some disgusting game. Sitting up in bed, she reached out and already knew she would find Bain’s space empty. He rarely slept late, nor did he go to sleep early either. She would promise herself each night that she would be the last to fall asleep, and each night, she’d be the first to fall. It didn’t help that he would spend what felt like hours stroking her hair.
Each touch promised her safety and love. She had never known love, not really.
Pushing the blankets off, she climbed out of bed, grabbed a shirt, and went in search of him. Every morning she would find him in the gym that he always had set up. She leaned against the doorframe, arms folded as she watched him attack a punching bag. He wore a pair of sweatpants, and his body glistened with sweat.
Since their unexpected door visitor something had been bothering him, and she didn’t know what. Over the past four days she had seen how distracted he’d been when he didn’t think she was looking. What Bain didn’t realize, she was always looking at him and always curious about what was going on in his head. Michael was gone. Her past life was behind her, and with Bain she saw a future with the two of them. It was weird considering he was a contract killer, but there were worse things to have in a relationship.
“You look beautiful like that,” Bain said, turning with a smile. He headed toward her, leaning down to grab a bottle of water. The moment he was in front of her, he pressed a kiss to her lips, and then pulled back to take a long swig. She couldn’t resist admiring his neck as he swallowed, and then she felt like a bit of creep for watching him.
“Morning,” she said.
“Morning.”
She placed a hand on his chest. His heart was beating normally. He hadn’t even exerted himself yet. “I was hoping you’d be in bed this morning.” She
slid her hand down his chest, resting at the waistband of his pants. He wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs.
He covered her hand with his. “I had a few things I had to do.” He didn’t stop her as she slid her hand inside his pants, and found his cock. The moment she touched him, his dick started to get hard. She loved that. Any doubts she had about them left her mind because of his response to her touch.
“A few things that are more important than this?” She ran her thumb over the tip of his dick, watching as he groaned. The veins in his neck seemed to stand out. “Why do you always come here first?”
“I have to keep up with my training.” He moved her so that she was pressed against the wall. His hand was on her waist, moving up to cup her breast. She released a gasp as he pinched her nipple, and then tugged open her shirt. The bottle of water dropped to the floor, forgotten as his lips tugged on her nipple which he’d exposed.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she watched as she lapped at the firm bud. He glided his tongue across the valley of her breasts, taking in the second one. He didn’t let the first nipple go unattended as he covered it with his hand, kneading her soft flesh.
She pressed her thighs together as arousal rushed between her legs. He kept her in a constant state of arousal. She craved his touch more than she did air.
At thirty-six years old, she had never thought about sex all that much until Bain had claimed her as his own.
“You’re doing that thing to distract me.”
“Is it working?” he asked.
“You can’t keep your secrets forever.”