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I keep the gun pointed at him as my body freezes in place. There’s no savory reason he’d pay me a visit in my bedroom at night. This could be payback for threatening him earlier today. The better question is, how did he get past security?
“Put the gun down, Maddalena. I’m not here to hurt you, unless you want me to,” he croons in a suggestive tone.
“I want you to get the fuck out,” I snarl at him. The fucking audacity of this man to sneak into my room in the middle of the night, then sit on my bed, like he’s about to read me a bedtime story.
“Don’t be difficult. I was really enjoying the show, the way you teased your nipples. Were you thinking of me?” he asks a second time. His very presence catches me so off guard that he swiftly plucks the gun from my hand, placing it back on the bedside table.
“No,” I lie.
“When I fisted my cock in the shower earlier, I was thinking of you. How beautiful you look when you’re shooting a gun. The way your body curves in all the right places. How you pulled a knife on me in broad daylight. The efficient way you poisoned Venza, and no one was the wiser. You’re deadly, my little killer. And that’s hot as fuck.”
How did he see me poison Venza? Our security team scanned the area ahead of time. Before I can ask, he runs his hand up my exposed arm, right to the point where my breast touches my biceps. His knuckles graze me lightly, then he swirls a finger around my still hard nipple. Part of me wants to claw his eyes out, and another part is disappointed he didn’t go further.
“I was perched on the building across the street, waiting to take out Venza when you killed him first. That man made a lot of enemies,” he answers my unspoken question, as if he read my mind. He grabs the bulge in his pants. “You were so beautiful, I didn’t even care that you took my kill. I had to know who you were—everything about you. When I saw you again at The Haul, I knew it was fate.”
“Get the fuck away from me.” My voice doesn’t hold its usual bite, and it’s not convincing enough. I don’t even believe me.
“If you really wanted me to leave, you would have screamed by now. I don’t have any weapons, and I know you’re combat-trained. Subduing me would be easy.” He trails his hand up to caress my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “You want me, the real deal instead of the fantasy you imagined when you got all hot and bothered. Good thing I happened to show up just in time.”
He shoves his thumb in my mouth, rubbing it against the inside of my cheek. Instead of subduing him or taking my gun and shooting him dead, I suck on it like a wanton, cock-starved fiend. He sits there for a few moments, letting me lave his digit with my tongue, then pulls it out and circles it around my other breast.
“I want to be suffocated by these. Push my cock in between them and go to fucking town,” he groans, stroking himself through his pants harder.
Panting, I squirm in bed and rub my thighs together. He clocks the movement and smiles to himself as he looks at my red lace boy shorts.
“Hmmm, those don’t leave much to the imagination.” He slides them down my legs, then brings them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Your scent is driving me wild, little killer.”
“Don’t call me that,” I bite, desperate for something to cling onto, to make a stand on.
He pockets my panties, then slides his fingers through my wet folds. His smug smile is the only response I get as he gathers wetness from my entrance and circles my clit with it slowly.
“Now I know you were thinking of me. You’re soaked,” he croons, picking up the pace just enough to send waves of pleasure through me, but not enough to get me off.
I scoff. “I could have been thinking of any guy, don’t flatter yourself.”
A malicious glint sparkles in his eyes, made all the more sinister by the scar on his eyebrow. He collars my throat, squeezing the sides. Our eyes lock, and I see the anger bloom on his face, how his teeth peek out when his lips curl into a devious smile.
“Let’s get a few things straight. There are no other men for you now. You don’t look at them, you don’t talk to them. You don’t fuck them. You don’t gift them machetes worth thousands of dollars. You’re mine,” he growls, his voice a deep, threatening rumble. He rubs my clit harder, making me feel as if I’m going to combust.
He squeezes my throat hard enough that breathing becomes more difficult than it should be. This man holds my life in his hands, but I want to rile him up, to make him feel as off-kilter as he makes me feel.
“I belong to no one. I’ll fuck whoever I want. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you watch,” I rasp. This man holds my life in his hands, but I want to rile him up… push the envelope.
He clenches harder, and I gasp for breath as he shoves two thick, unyielding fingers inside me. The heel of his palm grinds against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Combined with the burning stretch of him inside me, the lack of air in my lungs, and the fuzzy, tingly feeling in my head, I feel as if I’m going to explode.
“You’re going to be a hard one to break, huh?” he asks me.
Black spots dance across my vision, and I grasp his hand, scratching and clawing at it like a wild animal. Simultaneously praying he lets me go and keeps going. He thrusts his fingers in deep, measured strokes and my thighs quiver. I feel as if I’m standing at the edge of a colossal mountain, just waiting to be pushed over the edge.
He licks the side of my ear and bites down on my earlobe, then kisses my moan away. “You talk a big game, but I don’t see you riding someone else’s fingers like a desperate slut in the dead of night.” He slows down, taking my orgasm with him. “Tell me who owns this cunt, little killer. Who’s gonna make you come from now on?”
I tilt my hips up to meet his maddeningly slow, deep plunges inside me, and whimper, like the desperate little slut he accused me of being. I dig my nails into his hand harder until he bleeds, a silent beg for him to keep going, but he just laughs.
“Nuh-uh, gorgeous, you’ll have to say it first. I can sit here and play with you all night. Until someone comes in and finds us. I’m as patient as a saint.”
My mind is filled with buzzing static. My heart is racing. I feel as if I’ll die unless I come.
I can say it, it doesn’t have to mean anything.
