Boss (Killer of Kings 7)

“How dare you.”

“How dare I? How fucking dare you,” he said. “You come into my world. Turn it fucking upside down, and now the kill I can make to help you, you turn it over to a man who doesn’t have my skill.”

She paused. “What?”

“You heard me.” He wasn’t in the habit of repeating himself and he wasn’t about to start now.

He was so close to offering her salvation. Damn it, he could taste it. This science guy, he had a reputation for dirty deals. Did Graciella even know that? Was she aware that there was a reason the son of bitch was willing to make her drugs?

Staring at her now, he wanted to hold her. To kiss her. To fuck her senseless. It was on her. He wouldn’t touch her again, not until she begged him for it.

“This is all for Bain,” she said.

“Not all of it. Capturing your scientist, getting the antidote from him, that will be saving Bain. Killing him is all for you. I hunted him for you.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“But, I’m not a nice person. I’m really not.” She cleared her throat and he cupped her face.

“Look at me, Graciella.”

She tilted her head back but her eyes were closed. Always rebelling.

He pressed a kiss to each of her eyelids. As much as he was pissed off, he wasn’t going to hurt her. He couldn’t. Boss pulled away and was surprised to see tears.

“Why are you crying?”

“I can’t help it.”

Boss stepped away.

A couple of tears slowly traced down her cheeks but she gave no other sign of emotion.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now,” he said.

“I … no one has ever done anything like that for me before. I’m not used to it.” She licked her lips. “I’ve been on my own for so long.”

“You’re not on your own.”

“All you want from me is to join you.” She swiped at her cheeks as if the tears offended her. “This is so stupid.”

“You think that’s all I care about?” he asked.

“Isn’t it? You’re not trying to grow your little clique?”

He scoffed. “We’re not in high school. Yes, I want you as part of Killer of Kings, but not just because you’re a good assassin.” He had to touch her. Running his thumb across her bottom lip, he wanted to taste her. Instead, he stared into her eyes, trying to keep his wits about him. “I want to keep an eye on you, Graciella. I don’t know what it is you’ve done to me, but I can’t help but want to take care of you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

He laughed. “I don’t think of you as a child. Believe me, I don’t.” He pressed his rock-hard cock against her. “Feel that. Feel me. This is what you do to me. I can’t seem to control myself around you and it fucking does my head in. I’m a man of self-control.”

She took him b

y surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck and slammed her lips against his. He tasted the saltiness of her tears. He wrapped his arms around her, one going to her ass, lifting her up, and resting her against the wall.

Her legs went around his waist and he was nestled right against her core. She felt so fucking good.