Misted (Team Zero #5) by Rina Kent

“I just want to be with you.” Her voice lowers as she stares at the floor like she’s confessing her deepest, darkest secrets.

Both my heart and body believe her. Both of those fuckers would go to hell and back for her. But following them in the past never did me any good.

I shove her away and step back. “Did Ink tell you to play a sick game with me?”

The petty bastard holds grudges and if he found out I purposefully tried to delay his release from The Pit, he might’ve teamed up with Mist to hurt me in the worst way possible.

“I told you that I want to be with you and that’s your reply?” She squares her shoulders back and crosses her arms. It’s her way to try and camouflage the hurt in her voice and body language.

“Fuck you, Hawk.” She turns to leave.

I clutch her by the elbow and swing her back. She lands against my chest, both her palms on my shoulders. And just like when she returned and I thought she was a fucking hallucination, Mist looks up at me with tears shining in her eyes.

Her tears do shit to me. They always fucking did.

I promised her that she’d never cry again, and here she is, crying, even after fifteen years.

I wipe them with the thumb of my bloodied hand. “If you betray me this time, then God help me. God. Fucking. Help. Me.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but I shut her up with my mouth on hers. I pry her lips open and kiss her so harshly, so furiously, she whimpers and her body sags against mine.

This woman saved my life once upon a time, but she’s been killing me ever since.

Worse part? I’d redo every death.

I can’t get fucking enough of touching her, owning her, and driving us both bloody crazy.

I push her against the wall and she cries out when my hand forces her thighs apart and I plunge a finger inside.

“Fuck, Hellion,” I rasp against her mouth when she soaks my hand.

I grab the back of her neck to pin her in place. I use her hair to angle her head back as I thrust my tongue inside her mouth and a second finger into her tight pussy. I pound into her hard and fast as if I’m fucking her into oblivion.

She turns boneless, her entire weight sagging against mine. If I weren’t holding her between me and the tiles, she would fall. Her walls clench all around my fingers. She gasps against my mouth and comes with a hoarse scream. My erection becomes painful, needing out of my shorts.

“Do you like it when I do this?” I circle her clit with my thumb while my fingers remain inside her, and then I release her neck and slap her arse.

She yelps, a full body-shudder takes over her.

Mist nods frantically, her pupils dilating as if she’s on a high.

“You do?” I continue circling her clit lazily, and I can tell it’s driving her crazy by the way she bucks her hips against my fingers.

“Oh God…” She breathes. “Yeah… I do… when you take… control… I...” More shallow breaths leave her lips as she leans her head against my good shoulder. “I-I…” she licks her lips and the motion almost bust my dick out of my shorts. “I always wanted you to unleash yourself.”

My lips part, whether to say something or in awe, I don’t fucking know. Hellion has witnessed my unhinged side and it doesn’t scare her away.

No.

By the way she’s melting in my arms and rocking against me, it turns her fucking on, just like it does me.

If I knew, I would’ve never held back in the past.

I lower my shorts and shoves them away. Her gaze lowers to my throbbing erection and she runs her tongue over her lips as if wanting a taste.

“Not now, Hellion.” I need to come inside her warmth this time.

She lets out a whimper-moan when I slam in one go. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my arse. Both of us still for a moment.

She’s watching me with tears in those enthralling hazel eyes. My chest twists and I do one fucking thing I thought I would never do again.

I kiss the salty tears and lick them away as I start moving inside her. Slow at first and gradually picking up pace. Her fingers thread into my hair. Mine fist into hers. I tilt her head back and I swallow her sexy sounds with my mouth.

Every pound becomes stronger, harder, and out of fucking control. She comes around me again and again, before I finally spill inside her.

All the while, I don’t stop kissing her and peppering her face and neck and even her hair with my lips. I don’t think we breathed properly during the entire thing, but who fucking cares?

We’re both panting when I attempt to slide her down my body.

Mist doesn’t let go.

“Hug.” She tightens her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as if she’s drowning in the ocean and I’m her lifeline. I want to see the expression on her face, but she’s hiding in my neck, her breath warm and soft against my skin.

My wound burns, but I wrap my arms around her back and continue standing against the wall with the woman I loved wrapped around me.

Still love. You never forgot her.

I shut that voice and caress her red strands that smell of lilac and my damnation. “What’s wrong?”

She pulls back, giving me a full view of her face, and my heart stops fucking beating.

She’s smiling, wide, like the younger version of her. Like my hellion.

“I’m happy,” she whispers and crashes her lips against mine.