All Chapters of His Playmate : Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

I could still taste her lips, lingering like a spark I couldn’t extinguish, like a fire I had no intention of putting out, and even as the sound of gunfire faded behind me, even as the smell of gunpowder receded into the corners of the room, her presence clung to me, heavy and irresistible. The kiss had been sudden, unplanned, almost reckless, but the way her body had reacted, the way her eyes widened and her breath caught in that fragile, perfect way, had been intoxicating, and I had not regretted it for a single second. I had never kissed anyone like that. I had never wanted to. Kissing was not for me; it was never part of the game I played. Most women understood it, knew that my lips were not a place for softness or vulnerability, and respected the distance I enforced, but she was different. Julia was different. She moved through my mind like a shadow I could not ignore, and the moment our mouths had met, something within me shifted, something I had long convinced myself was imposs

I watched her for a moment, heart hammering in a way I hadn’t felt in years. She was cautious, shaking slightly, but she was determined. The way she knelt before me, opening the small first aid kit, made something tighten in my chest. I hated feeling vulnerable like this, hated feeling the tension coil between us, hated that my body reacted to her presence in ways it shouldn’t, and yet couldn’t stop it.“Let me clean your cuts,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the tremor I noticed in her hands. “Please.”Her hands brushed over my cheek, careful, tender, and I had to swallow back a groan. She leaned closer, her fingers gliding across the line of blood on my lips. I noticed her eyes flick to my blue eyes, catching the reflection of the dim room, and my pupils dilated without my control. Every subtle movement, every slight touch, sent heat through my body.“You’re careful,” I said, voice low, almost a growl, but I let her continue. “You should be scared of me, and yet you… you

JULIA’S POVThe gunfire had begun to die down, not fully gone, but fading into scattered cracks that seemed to echo from a distance rather than directly around them. My ears still rang, my breathing was shaky, and before I even understood what my body was doing, I realized I was pressed against Lucian again, clinging to him like I had no sense of dignity left. It shocked me because he wasn’t even looking at me. He stood steady, unmoving, one arm slightly angled as he kept his gun pointed outward, waiting for anyone stupid enough to charge at us again. He didn’t tremble. He didn’t shake. He didn’t even blink fast. He simply watched the room with the cold patience of someone who had seen worse nights than this. I felt ridiculous holding onto him like that, but I could not let go. My body refused to accept that the danger had passed.“Who are these people?” he asked Andrew, not loudly, but sharply enough that it cut through the thick air. His voice carried the kind of anger that didn’t n