i do not support ella in any way. this book is a comfort book for a lot of people and some people haven't finished yet.
"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team."
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"Get off me." I pushed Harry but he didn't budge, it seemed like he was in shock and I had no time for this because someone was knocking on the door very desperately, and it was a terrible idea to resume my plan of killing him if someone was right outside.
Well... I also hesitated, which I wasn't proud of.
The moment I felt his body against mine, that same weird tingling started to spread through my body and my mind when to places I had forbidden myself to think of. But when I saw him looking at my lips... I just couldn't miss the opportunity.
Men were weak, I knew Harry was very much distracted by our proximity the moment he realized just how much our bodies were touching. I hated that it wasn't a bad feeling... my heart was actually racing, and not only from the sudden fight.
I just had to unarm him, seeing him pointing his gun made my anxiety grow dangerously and I felt like I completely lost control of the situation. I risked a lot by suddenly grabbing his arm, the way he shot at the ceiling out of reflex was proof of how reckless I'd been. But maybe the hotel manager was right outside because of the noise? Harry had a silencer on his gun, the sound wasn't even me and playing around with it made that loud to catch attention.
He came prepared, though... sneaking into my room and waiting for me so he could ask the most stupid questions? God, he was dumb. Well, no one could look that good and also be smart, it would unbalance the universe.
But I also overestimated myself. I kissed him so I could distract him and get us on the bed, where I kept a knife under my pillow. I always did this, it was the only way I could actually manage to get some sleep, even though my sleeping schedule was only consisting of short naps.
So I just needed to get him to lose control, and I knew that pain turned him on, which was why I bit his lower lip the hardest I'd ever done to anyone before.
I could still taste his blood in my mouth and I was right once again, that was enough to completely get his mind off anything that wasn't the kiss.
He didn't have to know that I was soaking wet the moment he roughly grasped my jaw and pressed his thigh over my center.
My hips were grinding on their own, that wasn't part of the plan. The bastard was a really good kisser... it actually distracted me from my plan, that's why I took a little too long. Yes, I enjoyed kissing him more than I should've and it was much better than I'd imagined.
Not that I imagined it a lot, it was one of the forbidden things I shouldn't think about.
But fuck, when he grabbed my ass... the way he was quick to get on top of me once we were on the bed... he was a top alright. It was a shame I was going to kill him, and also a shame he was a narcissistic psychopath. At least he didn't talk shit or came up with crazy conspiracy theories as we kissed, it was an effective way of shutting him up.
It wasn't going to happen again, though. I was ready to kill him, fuck, I started cutting his neck right when the person knocked on the door. He was bleeding a little and it dripped over my chest, which was when I remembered I was only wearing a bra. A very see-through one.
Harry was too easy to distract, I knew exactly how to have him wrapped around my fingers. And no, he'd never know how much I enjoyed this... how a secret part of me kissed him because I also lost control and I was dying of curiosity to finally feel how it would be like, given all the fucking sexual frustration he was making me go through ever since the lap dance.
