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The aches in her pussy intensified.
She giddily braced herself as he climbed over her and positioned himself at her entrance. She gasped when his flesh made contact. Her pussy fluttered. Joe kissed her and thrust in.
A silent scream evaporated in her throat.
She gripped his broad shoulders as he sheathed his whole length inside her. Jesus. The sensation was wickedly amazing.
“Fuck, Rose,” he voiced as he slowly fucked her, placing a hand on her stomach and running it up and down her smooth skin, looking upon her ravenously. “I wanted you before, but this is just insane.”
She let out a slow breath through her teeth, agreeing in silence. He rocked her, thrusting in and out. His gentleness replaced with urgency as if it would kill him if he didn’t. He was moving in for the kill, and she was his prey. His gruff, rumbling groan seemed to reverberate into her system. He fucked her faster, bucking harder and harder. The ultimate pleasure edged closer. Her body tensed. He dug his fingers into her skin as his pounding became erratic. Skin to skin, breath laboring, fevered bodies sheened in perspiration.
A blinding climax seized her unmercifully. She gasped. Panted. Her body quaked as a powerful tide of climax washed over her. God. Joe didn’t stop. He kept fucking her across the bed, as brutal as a man who had been deprived from his primal need for a long time, until her head hit the headboard. A second orgasm tore through her. Everything blackened momentarily.
When she floated to reality, she found him climaxed, emptying his seed into her.
He gave her a loving kiss and withdrew. He pulled her close in his embrace.
She rested her head against his chest, basking in the afterglow.
“I think…” Rose whispered, smiling, “you can’t be just a man who wants me, Joe.”
“Oh?” he mused with a smile.
“No,” she gave her head a playful shake as she spoke softly. “You must be something more altogether.
Chapter Four
Less than an hour after the most passionate, amazing sex Joe had ever had in his life, he could hardly bring himself to misguide Rose the way he was now. But he did it nonetheless.
“If you really want to get into this world of mine,” he said, stroking her chin while holding her suspicious gaze. “I have a few leads for you to start with. The hitman I dealt with earlier may not have been the only professional hired to go after my client. I suspect there’s another one meeting with other executives at this address,” he said, writing down the address of a hotel on a scrap of paper and folding it into Rose’s hand.
“Stake the place out tonight. If they haven’t left already, you’ll see two gentlemen dressed like the ones we saw tonight leaving, probably separately, and the other hitman who I suspect they’ll hire is a young blonde man with a tight goatee. Watch for them, and call me if you notice them—don’t pursue.”
It was all bogus information.
As Rose gave Joe an uncertain look and nodded slowly, she gave a soft moan into the deep kiss Joe gave her next.
“Fine,” she said at last, but Joe knew by the glance around the room she cast she didn’t fully believe what he was giving her. “But Joe… don’t do anything stupid tonight, alright?”
Joe smiled, his eyes evaluating her. “The only stupid thing I’m doing tonight is letting you walk away from this room, Rose.”
Her face blushed prettily. She cast him one last sidelong glance before heading out the door.
When the door closed behind her, Joe let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.
She’s too good to be misled, and you know it.
Fuck.
So why was he even trying? Joe moved back to the bed, pulling his clothes back on and trying to set the room into some semblance of order again. In fifteen minutes, his old work associates would be showing up, and they’d put to rest a matter that had been haunting them all for far too long.
He couldn’t expose Rose to that world. He had to protect her—from the enemies he had, from the very nature of his work… and from himself.
Joe looked at his hands, flexing them thoughtfully. His heightened strength, his senses, his uncanny instincts, they seemed inhuman because they truly were. Joe was more than a man. Much more.
With clockwork punctuality, there was a knock at the hotel door. Joe checked the peephole before letting in three other men, all of them every bit as tall as he and wearing similar clothing. Their builds were all alike, but most strikingly of all, they shared the same golden eyes.
These men shared more than work history.
