Consumed by Deception (Deception Trilogy #3) by Rina Kent

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have plotted my assassination. Go ahead then. Pull the trigger.”

“No…”

“It’s a mere pull of the trigger and you’ll be rid of me.”

“No.”

“Shoot!”

“No!”

A bang echoes in the air and I shriek so loud, my ears pop.

I startle awake in warm arms. Strong, protective arms that surround me in a cocoon.

Adrian.

He’s holding me in a sitting position in the middle of the bed, his palm slowly stroking my sweat-damp hair away from my face.

My shaky fingers feel up his chest and down his tattooed bicep to his forearm, mechanically searching for any injury.

“I’m fine, Lia. It was just a nightmare.”

I still, staring up at him. “A nightmare?”

“Yes. You’re fine.” His lips find the top of my head and they brush over my hair, creating a buzz of comfort, of…safety.

My head rests on his chest as I catch my breath, burrowing into the hard ridges of his muscles, using him as my nook, my anchor.

My husband.

After he fucked me until my voice turned hoarse and no more sounds or orgasms were left in me, I don’t remember much.

He must’ve untied me and cleaned me up at some point, or I wouldn’t have been in this position.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.” I lean my head back but don’t leave the cocoon as I stare at him. It’s night outside and some of the candles are still lit, their red hues casting a warm glow on his face.

I love his face.

I love how he’s more beautiful than a Greek god and just as lethal.

But most of all, I love how his hard granite features only soften around me. As if no one in the world is worthy of his gentle side but me—and Jer.

While he continues to hold me, Adrian reaches back to the nightstand and retrieves a bottle of water, removes the top, and places it at my lips.

“I’m not thirsty.”

“You must be. Drink up or you’ll dehydrate.”

I attempt to take the bottle, but he keeps it out of reach.

“I can drink on my own,” I grumble.

“I know.”

“If you want me to drink water from your hand, all you have to do is say so.”

“I don’t want you to drink water from my hand.” After he takes a swig, he grabs my jaw. His mouth meets mine and he pours the water into it. He nibbles my lip, then his teeth tug on it and he sucks it inside his hot, wet mouth.

By the time he finishes, I’m hyperventilating, my jaw open and my throat dryer than before he gave me the water.

Holy. Shit. Can I drink that way for the rest of my life?

“Go on. Drink, Lia.”

“From your lips?” I ask like an idiot.

Adrian’s mouth twitches in a smile as he motions at my hand. That’s when I realize he already placed the bottle between my fingers.

“Though if you prefer my lips, I can arrange it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I blurt out, then gulp half the bottle down in one go to soothe my dry throat and the embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“Slower.” He pulls the bottle away. “Or you’ll choke.”

I stare up at him, my heart squeezing behind my ribcage. I’ve known him for six years. Six whole years, but seeing him this close never gets dull.

He never gets dull.

“How did you find me back then?” I ask in a low voice.

“Back when?”

“That…night at the cliff. Rai’s guard was fast, but you still found us in no time.”

“I tracked you.”

“Tracked me…wait a second. You have a tracker on me?”

He taps my cheek. “Dental.”

I try to pull away, but Adrian’s hold keeps me glued in place. “Since when?”

“Soon after I married you.”

“Oh my God. Were you ever planning on telling me?”

“I just did.”

“Wow. You’re…you’re…”

“Impossible?”

“I was going to say a jerk. I can’t believe you’ve been tracking me all along.” Though I shouldn’t be surprised and it did save my life, but the fact remains that he’s been doing it secretly.

“It’s for your safety.”

“Are you sure it’s not for your controlling nature?”

“Perhaps a little.”

“A lot.” I glare at him. “What else have you done?”

“Where should I start?”

“Let’s go back to the beginning. You said you watched me for months before showing up at my apartment building.”

“I did.”

“I can’t believe I never noticed you.”

“You couldn’t have even if you tried. If I didn’t show myself that day, you wouldn’t have known I existed.”

“Why did you show yourself?”

“To kill those Rozettis guards who were watching you.”

“But you could’ve disappeared after.”

He strokes my shoulder blade, his eyes darkening as if he’s taking a trip to the past. “Not after I saw that delicious fear in your eyes, no. I had to explore it…and you.”

“You’re such a sadist.”