Chapter 8
The moment Jonas uttered those words, an awkward silence seemed to blanket the air.
Even Myla, who rarely displayed anything beyond her usual stoic demeanor, turned her head with an almost imperceptible wince. She couldn’t help but think. Seriously! Even the biggest blockhead in the squad, Dominik Brooks, would know to at least mumble an apology after that
Her inner monologue continued with increasing annoyance, If he doesn’t want to be polite, fine, but how about shutting up instead? And what the hell was that about digging up a body!
A rotting corpse, carried up a mountain? Has he completely forgotten that Mastrary customs are all about cremation? If anything, she’d be carrying
Natalie’s wide, tear–streaked eyes shot up in stunned disbelief, a creeping suspicion filling her mind that she must have misheard him, wondering if she’d cried so much her brain was deprived of oxygen and she was hallucinating
But no, those words had been real. And as their weight settled in, an overwhelming sense of sorrow and humiliation swept through her, crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Lowering her head, she let the tears fall silently, one crystalline drop after another, each landing with a soft, heanbreaking rhythm
Though her crying wasn’t disruptive, it stirred something uneasy in Jonas’s chest. He couldn’t quite name the feeling. Great. Just my luck if she cries herself to death in front of me. And these days, it’s not killing that’s hard–it’s getting rid of the body. Especially a Mastrarian one.
like she weighed
With an irritated click of his tongue, Jonas reached under Natalie’s arms with a swift, practiced motion, pulling her into his lap nothing at all At the same time, he flicked the cigarette from his fingers and slammed the car door shut with a sharp bang.
The sound made Natalie flinch. Her watery gaze fluttered upward, her vision blurred with tears, only to meet the piercing blue of his eyes closing in
on her
By the time her brain registered that something wasn’t right, it was too late. Jonas’s hand was already at the back of her neck, his grip firm and inescapable. And then he kissed her–hard.
“Mm.” A muffled whimper escaped her as his lips claimed hen wanted so imprint himself on her very soul.
with a ferocity that left no room for resistance. The kiss was urgent, searing, as if he
Meanwhile, sitting behind the wheel, Myla caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding in her peripheral vision. With a resigned sigh, she thought, “Well, there gues my peace. And this damned car doesn’t even have one of those privacy partitions I read about in billionaire romance flicks. Unbelievable.
Myla reached for her camouflage jacket hanging off the back of her seat and threw it over her head, as if blindfolding herself could free her from
this cratic some
Back in the backseat, Natalie, already in a daze from all that crying, felt herself sinking deeper into the moment, overwhelmed by Jonas’s scorching proximity.
His grip on her nape was unyielding, his heated breath enveloping her like a cage. She was drowning in it, her thoughts slipping away as her senses filled with him..
Jonas didn’t stop until her soft gasps and sobs turned into faint, desperate pants. When he finally eased up, the kiss softened, his pace slowing jusi enough for her to catch her breath. Sarsted, he shifted his arm, pulling her closer against his chest
Natalie slumped against him, soft and compliant like a dollhout a spine. There was a faint scent of fruit lingering on her, and jonas had to admit
-holding her like this wasn’t half bad Comfortable, even
When she remained still, he smirked lazily, tilting his head down to nip at her smooth, delicate cheek.
A soft whimper of protest escaped her lips, weak but unmistakably alive. Content, his calloused fingers slid slowly along her silky neck and into her hair, pressing gently against the back of her head to guide her face into his chest.
Natalie’s face smothered against the solid wall of muscle, the heat and firmness making her feel like she might suffocate. She wriggled just enough to nudge her nose into the slight gap between his pers, gasping for air as she tried to reposition herself.
That movement earned her a sharp pat on her butt from his large, warm hand wrapped around her waist. “Keep crying, and I’ll really toss you out and make you run laps, he muttered, his tone half–teasing, half–serious.
Jonas snorted inwardly, “Well, well, the little one finally stopped squirming
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Deciding he might as well commit, his bronzed, muscular arms tightened around her slim waist, pinning her against the seatback behind the driver’s seat. And then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed her again.
In the driver’s seat, Myla sat bolt upright, her usual stoicism crumbling under the weight of sheer disbelief.
Her expression, or what little she could manage, twisted into a monumental eye roll. Could he at least pretend to be decent? Seriously, all this kissing is so annoying. Does he not know when to quit?
Meanwhile, Jonas pulled back slightly, just enough to study Natalie who was dizzy from all this kissing. She was nestled in his arms, her cheek resting against his chest. Her hair clung to her flushed face, damp with sweat.
Even her delicate eyelids were tinged pink, trembling faintly as if she were caught in some restless dream. She let our soft, barely audible murmurs, her dainty fingers clinching at his shin as though afraid he might vanish.
It didn’t take long for Jonas to make out the faint words she was muttering.
“She’s cold” he thought, irritated. What a hassle! Still, he raised his foot and mudged the driver’s seat with it. “Turn off the damn AC
Myla, the ever–reliable chauffeur, pressed a couple of buttons like a machine. “Boss, the AC’s probably busted from the crash earlier,” she said dryly.
Jonas sighed inwardly, resigned. ‘Figures.
But the girl in his arms kept inching closer, her small body instinctively seeking warmth. Her soft wiggles stirred. an unexpected frustration in him. He grumbled, pressing a hand to her forehead in an attempt to push her away.
She refused to be deterred, nestling back into him with stubborn insistence, clinging to him like a vine
Jonas’s brows drew together, his patience slipping. “Why are you so damn clingy?” he muttered, the irritation in his voice laced with something he wasn’t quite ready to name.
Myla perked up at Jonas’s remark and offered with a friendly tone, “Boss, want me to take over and calm her down?”
Jonas raised his head, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes. “You? You have the gut to let me drive you around?”
The jab shut Myla up instantly. She clamped her mouth shut and returned her focus to the wheel, sulking silently. But her attention snapped back when Jonas stretched a hand toward her
Confused, she shot him a questioning glance.
“The jacket,” he said curly.
Myla rolled her eyes but complied, passing him the jacket with a muted grumble.
Jonas snatched it from her w
er without much care, then wrapped it around the small figure in his arms. His movements were brisk, almost impatient.
A few moments passed, and he found himself glaring at Natalie, now fast asleep and tucked snugly against him. His lips curled with disdain as his thoughts turned sharp. What, she thinks I’m some kind of human pillow? Is she out of her mind?
Annoyed, he showed her forward, grabbed the edges of the jacket swaddling her, and hoisted her up. Without a second thought, he plopped her onto the seat beside him like she was nothing more than luggage.
The abrupt loss of warmth made Natalie frown in her sleep, her delicate brows knitting together as her bosly instinctively curled tighter into the jacket. Exhausted from her earlier crying fit, though, she didn’t wake, merely burrowing deeper into the makeshift cocoon.
The car bumped and jolted along the war–torn, cratered road, the uneven ride making Natalie’s small frame sway precariously at the seat’s edge.
Jonas leaned back lazily as he watched her with detached amusement. She teetered with every bump, and he didn’t lift a finger to stop it. To him, it was just entertainment.
When the car hit another pothole, her body finally rolled into the narrow gap between the seats, the soft rustling sound pulling his attention
“Oh, so she’s awake now? His gaze flicked downward, the corners of his mouth twitching in a condescending smirk.
But what he saw only deepened his disdain. Natalie lay crumpled in the cramped space, her head tilted back slightly, her soft lips parted as if she couldn’t breathe through her nose.
Jonas scoffed internally. Seriously! Still asleep? What happened to all that whining? No more complaints about being cold? No more
more gasping for
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His fingers drummed idly on the armrest, but his mind wandered back to the awkward way she’d fumbled in his arms earlier. He looked away, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. Where on earth did this chimsy Ettle fool even come from!
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