Page 52 of Venomous Games

“What?”

“It seems a couple of members being murdered has upset everyone. So they want to hire an assassin to find the murderer and kill them.”

“So they plan to hire the killer to find the killer?” I can’t help but giggle, then I start laughing in earnest. “This is going to be fun.”

“Reject the contract.”

“No way. What if they hire someone else to try to find me?” I try to stop laughing but can’t. This must annoy him because he grips my jaw and turns my head so I’m facing him. “Reject it. I’ll handle it.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. Obviously, you haven’t come to understand that yet,” I grit out. “And how is marrying me protecting me?”

His gaze bounces from my eyes to my lips, like he’s fighting some battle I’m unaware of.

“Wives are off-limits,” he says, giving me that little tidbit of information. Ohhh, that makes sense. But why would he want to save me?

“I can’t reject jobs. It doesn’t work like that. Carrie puts them through a lot of vetting before they even come to me.”

“Then tell Carrie to reject it,” he insists, his hand still on my face.

“I can’t; she’s in rehab, remember.”

“I’m sure she can find a way. If they find out it’s you…”

His words confuse me. Didn’t he just say I was protected? He shakes his head, and before I can say another word, he leans forward and kisses me. This time, he does it as if he’s testing the waters to see how I’ll react. His hand is still gripping my face, holding me in place as I kiss him back. I’m not sure what we are to each other, or what we will be, but I really do enjoy it when he kisses me. I tell myself it’s just physical, that this is nothing more than that. But as my breathing goes uneven, I can’t help but think I’m deceiving myself.

I grip his shirt tight as I open my mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside so it can dance with mine, stealing my uneven breaths. He breaks the kiss, unbuckles my seat belt, and has me straddling him in no time flat. He pushes his seat back, shoves my dress up, and caresses my bare skin.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper.

He doesn’t speak, just stares at me with those eyes that I know see so much. I reach down between us as he leans forward and starts kissing the side of my neck. His tongue drags across my skin, like he’s tasting me, as I undo his zipper and his cock springs free. It’s huge. I wrap my hand around it and start to stroke it, telling myself this is nothing more than sex.

He bites my neck, then sucks on it as I stifle a moan that wants to escape me. He slips a hand between my legs, discovering that I’m not wearing any panties. They didn’t go with my dress. He growls as his fingers slide through my folds and straight to my very wet pussy.

He rubs my clit, and it’s incredibly sensitive. I moan, and he pushes a finger inside me. I lean down and press my lips to his, and he kisses me back with possessiveness. I release his hard cock, then start to lower myself as he removes his fingers from me.

“Dynamite,” he whispers against my lips.

“Hmm?” I hum as I feel him at my entrance.

“This is going to change everything,” he says, but I’m too lost in the feel of it all. All I can do is nod as I take him inside my body. I don’t want to think of the ramifications of this, of how I think a part of me has already fallen.

He groans as he enters me. The fingers of one hand dig into my hip, while his other hand pulls my breast free so his mouth can cover my nipple. He bites the hard, little peak, and I sink farther down on him, getting comfortable with how we fit together. He fills so much of me, though, that I have to catch my breath before I can take more of him. He releases my nipple as I start to ride his cock. My hands go to his shoulders, and my nails dig in, holding on for support.

He pulls my head down so our mouths collide once again, and I kiss him back, not once breaking the rhythm of my movements. I feel the pressure building already, and it doesn’t help that he reaches down between us and touches my clit, rubbing it in slow circles, while his mouth devours mine.

So many things are happening to my body right now.

“That’s it, ride my fucking cock, Dynamite,” he says against my lips and then continues to kiss me. Fuck, I love the way he kisses. Even if my mind can’t concentrate fully on that because my pleasure is about to explode. “Don’t you stop,” he commands, pulling back from my lips.

He starts rocking me, and my head falls back, my hands finding his knees behind me. My back hits the steering wheel as my hips keep moving. I hear him mutter more words, but they’re lost on me as my body comes alive and my release soars through me. I feel him everywhere as it does. My nipples are on fire from where he bit them. My clit is sensitive, and I feel so fucking good.

He slows as I come down, rocking me ever so gently until I feel the warmth as he spills inside me. Straightening, I look down at him, and we just stare at one another.

“We’ll be doing that again,” he states after a few quiet seconds.

“Feed me,” I say, and try to climb off of him. He helps me back into my seat and then leans over and buckles me up. When that’s done, he puts his cock back in his pants and then starts the engine.

I can’t help but think, what have I done?