“Beast?” I whisper, bringing my finger up to his scar, under his ear. “I don’t need you to handle club girls for me, okay? Just keep all the other monsters away, I can handle a whore.”
He laughs, pulling my body into his. “All right baby, I just need you to know that I’ve got you, for as long as you might need me.”
“So this ‘Army,’ they have no affiliation to the actual Army?”
He shakes his head. “No, none at all. It’s just a name of the operation they run. Although, it is government run, but it’s in stealth mode. No-one knows about it.”
Closing my eyes, I open them again and run my finger across his chest. “And this serum? It wipes away your memories? How have people not heard about this?”
Clearing his throat, he begins, “Well, the right people know about it, just not civilians. It was created by a scientist called Carrisa Kurnikiva though no-one has met her. She then cooked it up by combining two major drugs and a very strong anesthetic. They’d pump it through us instantly after a fight…or whenever they saw fit, thus wiping out our entire memories of what had happened. I don’t know why? Most of us wouldn’t talk, but they couldn’t take the chance, no-one could ever find out about what was going on. I still don’t have all of my memories back. Hella started getting flashes of his the first week we escaped.”
“Why? Why haven’t you?” I ask, engulfed in his story.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t know. I’ve gotten one or two since we’ve been out, but they were only snippets. Maybe it’s because I have years on Hella, who knows. All I know is my choice of weapon for most assassinations apparently was my fist.”
“Your fist?” I ask eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, just ending people with my bare hands is what got me going. I was a slave to the adrenaline I’d get after ending someone with my hands. According to Hella’s flashbacks anyway, and he says we’ve met this scientist too. I wish I could meet her. So I can put a bullet between her eyes.”
The reality is, what he’s just said doesn’t scare or surprise me. I watched him with Donald, I’m fully aware of what he’s capable of. Do I think he would ever hurt me? No. There’s not a shadow of doubt in my answer to that.
I laugh awkwardly. “You mean, break her with your fist? And you can’t do that, Beast. You don’t know why she’s done what she’s done,” I answer, pulling my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head.
His body jolts. “I don’t care, baby. We all have a choice.”
I shake my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. Some people don’t get to pave their own way in life. Sometimes, their path is forced upon and has already been paved for them.”
“What do you mean, baby.”
“I mean, she may have had no choice. Just promise you will hear her out if it came down to you both.”
A low grunt escapes him. “All right. What would you choose, if you got to pick a weapon of choice?” he asks, pulling me closer into him, his warm breath seeping through my hair.
“Love?” I ask, laughing. “No, okay. Um… well… I’ve been taking classes in archery since I moved to New York so I would say a bow and arrow.”
“Really?” he asks, the moonlight giving away his shocked expression.
“Oh stop. I knew you saving me was a once in a lifetime event, Beast. I don’t want to be the damsel in distress. I want to hold my own. I don’t need a prince charming to save me. I can charm myself.” I smirk up at him.
Shaking his head, he lets out a sigh. “You surprise me, do you know that?”
“Good or bad?”
“Good… but only bad for me.” He smirks, rolling his heavy body on top of mine, and grinding his hips into me in one slow circular motion. I smirk back, just as the soft skin of his lips touches mine. “Oh? I think I can work with that.”
“What? With being a lady in the streets, but my little fuck-toy in the sheets?”
I let off a muffled laugh into him, the smooth skin of his tight chest skimming over my lips. “I might keep you for a bit,” I answer, smirking up at him.
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice vibrating against the crook of my neck. “I won’t protest to that.” He laughs, bringing his lips down to mine before pulling my bottom lip into his mouth.
Wrapping my fingers behind his neck, I pull his face deeper into mine, intensifying the kiss. His tongue gliding rhythmically over mine, the motion reminding me of his expertise in between my thighs. His hips push deeper into me, rubbing me roughly right in that perfect spot, causing me to match his moves, meeting him halfway in needy fashion. I wrap my legs around his waist before his calloused hands run up over my slim stomach and up to my bra. My mind tracks back to his words earlier, “Ending people with my bare hands is what got me going.” My body instinctively responds, my back arching into him. A sense of power rules over me, power that comes with knowledge that this man could have anyone, but he chose me. Gripping onto his shoulders, I push him, his body rolling onto his back with a laugh escaping his lips. He grips onto the back of my thighs, throwing them over him so I’m straddling his waist.