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The sting of pain, as my hair pulls, makes me smile. “That debt is never going to be settled, Piccolo.”
The smile is wiped from my face, as dread settles deep into my bones. It has to be settled! We have to be even now. I saved his life!
“Why?” I cry out as he pulls me closer to his mouth. His hot breath is against my face, and he smells like bourbon and man. Sweat still lines his brow, and blood seeps through the cloth on his shoulder.
“Because now it is I who is indebted to you…” It dawns on me that he hasn’t said that I had still owed him. I am just about to pull away when his lips crash against mine. The kiss is full of passion, hate, and anger. He holds me in place as I softly paw at his chest. His teeth nip at me in a way that has me parting my own lips.
“You were impossibly fucking hot when you shot that gun,” he groans against my lips. I smile, not sure what all this means. Does this mean that he owes me? That I can leave…
“I’m glad you think it’s hot, but I feel really bad about killing that man. Even if he was going to kill us.” Sadness forms on my face and can be heard in my voice. I don’t want to hide the fact that it bothers me that I had killed someone. Zerro knows how I feel about death, about taking someone else’s life. It isn’t fair.
“It was you or him. I’m certain he wouldn’t have given a shit about you if you died,” Zerro says as if he is angry that I feel badly.
“That’s what Jared said too. I know he wouldn’t have felt badly, and I know that if I didn’t kill him, you would have died, but it doesn’t make what I did any easier.” Tears prick behind my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I haven’t cried through this whole thing so I don’t know why I feel the need to do so now.
“Sometimes you have to pull the trigger, Piccolo. Sometimes it’s not about you and them as people. Instead, it’s about survival. You kill or be killed, love. That’s how this works.” His voice is so soft it feels as though he is wrapping me in a blanket of kindness. I feel myself leaning down to lie on him, my head on his chest. We have never done such a thing, performed such an intimate act.
Kill or be killed. That is his moto.
“If you’re indebted to me, what does that mean you owe me?” I ask quietly as I place a soft kiss against his chest. His muscles constrict, and I run a finger over the dips.
“It means I owe you your freedom. You’re free to go whenever you want. Your father’s debt has been paid in full.” The way he says it makes it seem as though he doesn’t want it to be true.
“What if I don’t what my freedom?”
“Then you’ll be mine,” he growls, moving me so he can see my face. His dark eyes and hair have my pussy clenching with all kinds of wicked wants.
“Yes.” I say bending down to place my lips against him. As if I was ever really anything but his? If I ran where would I go anyway?
Alzerro
I roll over in bed, accidentally moving my shoulder. Fuck. Sharp pain shoots through my arm and deep into the bone. I clench my teeth, holding back the growl that desperately wants to escape my lips. I don’t want to wake Bree, though. She’s been more than a little concerned with what is going on with my shoulder, and I don’t want to stress her out anymore, especially since we are basically in the middle of a war between the mafias.
I look down at her. Her skin has small bruises and scratches on it, and I can’t help but run a finger along one of the marks wishing my touch can simply make it disappear.
A soft whimper escapes her beautiful lips, and I feel my dick growing hard. I know that I shouldn’t be messing around. I know I need to save my strength, but I survived because of this woman. I had considered her a weakness, but she is the strongest fucking thing, even stronger than I.
Sitting up slowly, I move to my knees. She is on her belly, which is fine with me. I slowly wiggle out of my night pants. Pulling up the hem of her night shirt, I notice all she has on is a thong. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. She is sexy as fuck… I imagine how her ass will look rosy red as I smack it repeatedly. Will her skin glow red as I pound into her from behind? Will she purr and moan, begging for more of me?
I pull myself from my thoughts, as I slowly stroke my cock which is sitting at full attention, ready to take her as its next victim. Spreading her legs and pulling the thong back and to the side, I bend down and begin licking deeply. Her ass cheeks move as I nip at her entrance.
“What the…? Ah… Ah….” Her questions turn into moans and pleas for more. She humps my face as I deliver lick after lick. She tastes delicious just as she always does. I pull away, entering her deeply with one finger.
“More… Fuck me,” she begs. I smile against her skin. She won’t be getting off that easy.
“Ride my hand, baby,” I growl, gripping her by the back of the neck. She arches her back, her pace picking up. I watch as her pussy slides over my finger over and over and over again. If I don’t stop her, I am going to come just from watching her.
“Stop,” I gently command, releasing her and pulling my finger from her entrance. She whimpers, but only slightly, as I situate her face down, ass up. Her legs are on the outside of mine, and her pussy is saturated with need. That need is for my cock.
