The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

Never again. He was going to become the scariest of them all. Saving her had destroyed him. One day, he vowed as he watched a man pick up the little girl and take her away, his eyes on her, he would collect his debt.

She remembered the deep, mottled scars she had seen all over on his body, the burn marks on his back. How many of those had been inflicted by these people? How many when he’d been just a boy? How many had taken him to the brink of death? To the brink of insanity?

He belonged nowhere. And while nobody messed with him, nobody talked to him either.” “Wh-what happened then?”

Amara smiled slightly, breaking Morana’s thoughts, her entire face softening. “Dante happened.”

‘You ever put a leash on me, I’ll fucking strangle you with it.’

While I was recovering, he became… more present, I guess, without being obvious about it. I didn’t know back then that it hit too close to home for him. He was being protective of me.

Amara was wrong - he wasn’t nothing. He felt. He felt so deeply he didn’t let himself feel.

And then his voice, that voice of whiskey and sin, spoke in death. “Where is she?” Silence.

“Where. Is. She?” He didn’t threat. Didn’t bluster like she’d seen a lot of men do. He didn’t need to though. The three words were wrapped in so much death it was hard to miss.

So, point that gun at me one more time and aim for my heart. Shoot me. Find your closure. Find what you’ve been looking for, for twenty years.”

Silence. A change in the air around her. The scent of wood and musk. The warmth of a breath over her face. And then she felt it. Lips. Soft, tender lips settling upon hers.

This wasn’t devouring. This was savoring. He was savoring her lips, memorizing her taste, introducing himself to her so much more intimately than he ever had. Her toes curled even as her heart clenched, pulse throbbing all over her body.

Holding onto his wet jacket, she sucked on his tongue, inviting him deeper, and got her lower lip nipped in response, the gun kissing her skin, sliding down from her jaw, down the slope of her neck, down her cleavage, to stop between her breasts.