You can do this, Serenity.
I walk into the living room. He stands in front of the floor to ceiling window.
“Alvin, do you like what you see?”
He turns to me.
I stand barefoot in nothing but a black lace nightie; I shake my ass from side to side.
Alvin grins. “I sure do.”
He pulls me against his muscled frame, and my back meets cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Four Seasons suite. Forty stories below, Boston’s lights twinkle like fallen stars. His mouth finds my neck, hungry and desperate, like a man who’s spent nights dreaming about fucking me.
You can do this, Serenity. Get Nico out of your system. I’m sure if you fuck Alvin’s fine ass, he’ll make you forget about the man who writes your name with his tongue on your pussy in cursive.
I clench my legs together at the thought. I hate he comes to mind any time I try to hook up with another guy. Has he ruined me for all other men? I squeeze my eyes shut.
No, I have to do this.
My fingers roam his back down to his ass.
“Pull out my big dick, baby,” Alvin mutters.
I unzip his slacks and unleash his creamy dick. He’s big. But not as big as a certain someone. I grab his hand and lead him to the sofa. I sit down and slide my fist up and down his shaft as our eyes lock. His long blond hair curtains the sides of his face.
“Suck it, baby,” he demands.
Pip
Pip
The noise comes so suddenly I barely notice it before Alvin’s cock slips from my grasp and his body crashes into the coffee table.
“What the fuck, Serenity?” His deep voice reverberates through the room.
I bring my hand to my face—warm, slick. The sharp, metallic smell of blood fills the air. Alvin lies sprawled on the table, half his face missing.
My cold eyes meet the fucking madman’s who’s now standing in front of me. “What the fuck, Serenity? I repeat his question.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Nico?”
In my periphery, I notice my security team enters the room, closing the door behind them. “Serenity, are you all right?” Javier asks as he assesses the scene while approaching Nico.
He cuts his eyes at Javier, daring him to step closer, his gloved hand tightening around his Glock.
“I wasn’t hurt, Javier,” I tell him.
Fitz releases a low whistle. “Damn, he blew his brains out. That’s crazy work.”
“Nico, you’re fucking nuts,” Javier bites out.
I can see the crazy in Nico’s brown eyes. He continues the conversation with me like my team isn’t standing there. That’s how far gone he is.
“You were about to suck his dick and then fuck him.”
I study his disheveled look—shirt half-tucked into cargo pants, a dark cap shadowing his face, red-rimmed eyes and dark bags beneath them. I’m not sure I’d ever seen him like this.
He lifts me off the couch, attempting to cradle me like I’m his. But I don’t allow it. I pound my fists against his face and neck.
