AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fichissimo.” Crazy hot. Giulio dragged a finger down my cheek. “Now, swallow.”
I let it all go down my throat.
Something dark, almost sinister, flashed in his eyes. “You definitely picked the wrong career, assassino. You could give blow jobs for a living.”
I got to my feet. “This is where you tell me you won’t reciprocate, no?”
His fingers tangled in the front of my shirt as he jerked me closer. “This is where I tell you to get inside the farmhouse so that I can fuck you in my bed.”
CHAPTER TEN
Giulio
I enjoyed the look of surprise on his face.
Alessio had expected me to leave him hard and unsatisfied, as I’d done with countless men over the last four years. Including him. Yet I’d invited him inside, to my bed.
I hadn’t planned to when this all started. But we’d firmly established that neither one of us intended to kill the other. At least not today.
And fucking him was exactly what I wanted to do right now.
That blow job only took the edge off. Lust still sat heavy in my groin, my balls tight and full. For whatever reason I was drawn to him. And our fight had only worsened that craving.
Alessio was long and lean, packed with muscle. Strong and deadly. I was a good fighter. I knew how to handle a knife and a gun. I’d tortured and maimed, killed and dismembered. But I couldn’t beat this man. He was like a machine, his punches like blows from a sledgehammer. Nothing seemed to hurt him, not even when I sliced his arm.
No one had ever been able to subdue me so quickly. When Alessio held me down? I liked it. Far too much, unfortunately.
To the assassin’s credit, he recovered quickly. “You want to fuck?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What happened to putting a bullet in the back of my head?”
I gestured to his rifle. “What happened to shooting me in the forehead?”
“You are trying to manipulate me with your dick.”
“Just like you manipulated me with blow jobs.” He hesitated, so I heaved a sigh and rubbed my jaw. “Dai, Alessio. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. All of this is crazy. But we’re attracted to each other and we’re trapped on this godforsaken island. Do you really want to spend it hiding in the woods?”
“I can’t back out of this contract, Giulio.”
I didn’t believe him. Whoever hired him wasn’t as powerful or rich as my father. Even I had several million Euros in off-shore accounts. No way was his client someone I couldn’t either outbid or kill myself. “Why?”
“Because I owe the client. And if I fuck this up, my career—and possibly my life—is over.”
“There has to be a way around it. Nothing is inevitable.”
He put his hands on his hips and stared off at the farmhouse. “You sound like Mrs. Campbell.”
He’d been talking about this with Mrs. Campbell? I set that confusing fact aside for later. “Who is your client?”
“I won’t tell you, so stop asking.”
“I have a right to know.”
“No, you don’t. I’m not a negotiator or mediator. I’m an assassin, principe.”
“Fine, but how do we know you’re not working for the men who killed Paolo?”
