Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(48)

"Being up so high makes me worry. I know that's stupid, but I don't understand how storms work."

"Do you want me to tell you?"

"No, I want you to tell me if you ever felt bad after a job?"

"If I do, can we go into the bedroom and fool around?"

"Only if I can keep my clothes on."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Darla gives me a fake frown. "I'll lose my panties, but everything else stays on. Take it or leave it, stud."

Grinning, I sigh. "Can I take off all my clothes? I like when you get handsy and feel me up."

Darla bites her bottom lip as I continue playing with her still hard nipple.

"Tell me and we'll go to the bedroom."

My dick is too hard for me to sit comfortable, so I adjust on the couch. Darla watches me with an unreadable expression. Does she know how crazy she makes my body? Will my hunger scare her? If my story doesn't impress, will she change her mind about the bedroom?

"The only time I felt bad was when I was hired by a woman named Ananta in India. When she was a teen, a man wanted to marry her sister, but their parents felt he was unworthy of the match. Angered by this rejection, the bastard threw acid on both girls. Her sister died from an infection afterward, but Ananta survived and eventually became a successful engineer."

Darla watches me with a horrified expression. I stop playing with her now uninterested nipple.

"She hired me to get revenge, but not on the man who hurt her and killed her sister. It'd been twenty years since the day he attacked them. He was now a sickly homeless man. Hurting him would give her no sense of vengeance. Instead, she wanted me to go after the man who did the same thing to a girl a few weeks before she contacted me."

Darla's lower lip trembles, and I wish I hadn't told her this story. Better to have lied and kept her smiling.

"Did you kill him?"

"No. Ananta didn't want him dead. She wanted him to suffer as she and the girl suffered. I tortured the guy and then mutilated him so that he would be an example to others. People knew the girl's family didn't hire the American since they had no money. The locals claimed the government was hiring Americans to eliminate bad seeds like the man. Of course, if the government had just put the * in prison, he wouldn't have been around for me to f*ck up."

"I'm glad you hurt him."

"Me too. I don't specialize in torture, and I don't normally hack people up. With him, though, I didn't mind, and I didn't take the payment from Ananta. I considered hurting him as my good deed for the decade."

A fire burns in Darla's eyes. Hating this man as much as she hates Locke, she hungers for vengeance. Then as quickly as it appears, the anger is gone. She smiles softly at me.

"Let's go to the room," she says, standing up. "I want to clean up first. Will you please wait for me in there?"

"Do you really expect me to say no?"

A teasing smile on her face, Darla sways back and forth. "Probably not but I was taught manners."

Spinning on her heel, she hurries out of the room and down the hall. I'm quick on her tail, but she hides in the bathroom before I can catch her.

I crawl onto the bed and nuzzle my lips on her pillow. Her scent sets my damn body on fire. Whatever Darla wants from me, I'll give her. Whatever stands in our way, I'll destroy. This woman is magical in a world with no magic, and I refuse to give her up.





35


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Darla

A Woman Reborn

I change into a long nightgown with the intention of making access to my nether region easier. The plan is so simple until I worry about Troy wanting more than I can offer. What if he takes off the nightgown? Will I be able to stand up to him? Will I give in and hate him afterward? Will I freak out and ruin everything between us?

If I change my mind about fooling around, I could anger him. If I go along with fooling around to make him happy, I might be the one who ends up angry.

Or maybe it'll all be fun and easy. Or maybe we'll break up, and I'll never see him again. Are we even together? I know I'm falling in love with him. I don't care what he's done in the past. I don't care if he once loved Minka, despite them both claiming they were never in love. I don't care about anything except how he makes me feel right now. Tomorrow isn't promised. Neither of us could see another sunrise. Why should I make things so complicated?

Because this is who I am now. Always a bit indecisive, I now freeze whenever the choice isn't clear. Like this moment in the bathroom, when I sit on the toilet and think for too damn long until both choices feel simultaneously perfect and horribly wrong.

"I'm going to turn on the TV," Troy says at some point. "I'll strip down, so you'll have a reason to be lured out of the bathroom."

When I poke my head out at him, I find Troy's jeans spread out on a chair while his shirt is somewhere out of sight. He's only wearing boxers, and his hard cock is barely contained in the fabric. Troy notices me watching him.

"Did you pick this furniture?" he asks, crawling on the bed and giving me a great view of his ass.

"No," I mutter.

"Do you like it?"

"Not really."

"Good. I hate it. Feels like stuff a pompous ass would want to surround them."