Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (love books to read TXT) 📕

an inch. In front of me is a now huge, gaping hole in the wall.

Through it, Rachel stands with eyes so big you’d think she was having an allergic reaction.

Sticking my face in the hole, I say, “I asked you to send me to the talisman, kid. Your spell didn’t work. All it did was send me to the nearest item made of the same metal.”

She opens her mouth and it makes a sticky sound, but nothing comes out.

Chapter 19

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I’m not sure what’s more frustrating—the fact that Rachel’s portal didn’t work as planned, or the fact that it led me to the one person I now can’t stop fantasizing about. As I pace back and forth in his room, he watches me. Behind me, Rachel does the same thing with her face pressed up against the hole.

“Are you going to say something?” he asks.

I stop walking and shift my weight onto one leg. “Sure. For starters, what the hell’s your name?”

He seems amused by my attitude. I’m bitchy because I’m getting hungry. Who the hell am I supposed to feed off of? As much as I want to pin this guy down on the bed, how can I trust him? He’s an incubus. If things get out of control, there’s a good chance he’ll suck me dry.

I like to believe that I’m stronger than that… that he’s the one who should be afraid, but he’s powerful, and with the amount of alcohol I’ve had coursing through my bloodstream over the last few years, I suspect I’m at a disadvantage.

I mean, come on. Teleportation? Seriously? I haven’t let that one go. The guy clicked his fingers when we were in Adam’s basement and disappeared instantly.

I’m beyond jealous.

I must be glaring hard at him. He reaches for his face, glances over at Rachel, and says, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Seems he’s a comedian, too.

How much more perfect can this guy get?

Clearing my throat, I roll my eyes. “You gonna tell me your name, or not?”

“Ace. Ace Hendrix. And you are?”

Ace and Alexis… now that’s hot.

“Sorry?” I say, realizing I disappeared into my head again.

He raises his nose in the air and sizes me up. “Your name.”

“Alexis,” I say like he’s wasting my time. “Alexis Rayne.”

The short grains of his beard follow the rising of his cheeks as he grins. “Alexis. It suits you.”

I make a conscious effort not to cross my arms. “Why’s that?”

“It means helper or defender.”

I scoff. “Right. That suits me.”

I suspect this guy isn’t buying into my whole fuck off and leave me alone vibe.

“You came here looking for the Heart of Danu, didn’t you?” he says.

I don’t respond. How can I? I know where he’s going with this and I’d be an idiot to argue with him. He’s right—I’m trying to do the right thing, even though I’ll never admit it to him, to myself, or anyone, for that matter.

The air around us gets heavy and quiet until finally, Ace clears his throat—a deep rumble that makes me want to tear off his shirt and run my hands across those bulging muscles of his.

Jesus Christ.

“I think we need to create a plan,” Ace says.

He’s got organizational skills, too. He can organize me any day.

For fuck’s sake, Alexis. Shut up.

“I think that’s a good idea,” comes Rachel’s voice.

Drax’s face suddenly appears through the hole. “What’s a good idea? What’s going on here?”

Without responding, I bend down, pick up the painting of the naked woman I punched a hole through, and hang it in front of Drax’s face.

He disappears almost entirely, leaving his yellow eye to peep through the woman’s torn vagina.

“Hey!” he says.

He blinks between her thighs.

It’s a bit freaky to look at, so I say, “Would you get away from the wall? This doesn’t concern you. You guys are distracting me.”

The truth is, Ace is the one distracting me, but he’s about all the distraction I can handle.

Without saying a word, Drax backs away and covers the hole with a towel.

The moment he disappears, I sense Ace’s gaze lingering on me.

“Are you planning to fuck me?” he asks.

My knees buckle and I catch myself against the crooked painting.

Son of a bitch.

I force a laugh—it’s choppy, loud, and awkward, but it eases the tension. I’m not used to anyone being dominant with me—not like this.

“I have no intention of fucking you,” I lie.

God… All I want to do is have my way with you.

As much as I want him, I need to be the one who decides when and where it happens. If I give him that power, I’m done for.

He smirks at me, a playful charm about him, and it’s obvious he’s aware of the power struggle going on in my head. The question is… Who’ll break first?

“Oh, I beg to differ, Miss Rayne.”

“Alexis,” I correct.

He locks his fingers together, his golden eyes making him look like a wild animal. “While I find your first name rather pleasant, you aren’t quite ready to own it.”

I laugh out loud again—so loud this time that the painting next to my face shifts positions. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? It’s my name.”

“Since when?”

He knows how this works, which leads me to wonder: how many identity changes has he gone through? How old is this guy?

“What does it matter?” I say.

He shrugs nonchalantly, making me want to grab him by the collar and shake him. “I suppose it doesn’t. It’s quite a shame you aren’t living up to your full potential.”

Is this guy insulting me? I part my lips to give him a piece of my mind when he raises his open hands to his