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When she settles, I move in closer behind her, staring at her glistening wet pussy and the tight bud of her anus.
I line up my cock with her slit and thrust in. Hard. Fast. No warmup.
She cries out, gripping the bars of the headboard tight, but even as I fill and stretch her, she presses back against me, wanting more, craving that sinful mix of pain and pleasure that’s better than the best high the world has to offer.
I tightened my fist and worked my cock faster. The tingling had reached its pinnacle as my balls drew up, and white-hot pleasure shot through my body as my cock spurted ribbons of come across the shower floor.
I stayed there, my hand braced against the wall and the hot water jets pummeling my shoulders and back, while my heartbeat returned to normal. Then I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, lingering just long enough to dry off and throw on my pants before heading back out to the bedroom. I flopped down in the center of the king-size bed and closed my eyes, not surprised to find the dark-haired beauty there behind my eyelids.
Christ only knew how the girl was involved with Bianchi, but there was one thing I knew for certain: Heidi and her killer body had just rocketed to the top of my list of favorite fantasies.
Chapter Seven
Amadeo
The door handle clicked.
The door began to open.
“Boss,” Vito said even as I shot out of bed, grabbed my Sig Sauer P229 from the night table, and flipped off the safety.
“It’s me,” he said as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Thanks to the blackout curtains, there was no light inside the room, only the spill of it from the hallway.
I flipped the safety back on but kept the gun in my hand. Vito hadn’t barged in for no reason.
“We’ve got company, boss,” he said as he flipped the light switch by the door.
“Fuck, that was fast.”
I grabbed my shirt and threw it on as we made our way to the surveillance room. The door wasn’t locked; Vito had been keeping an eye on the property since I’d gone to bed what felt like a few minutes ago. On the right wall, a bank of monitors flickered with images of the surrounding woods. My heart raced as I saw a dozen figures stealthily advancing through the dense foliage, still a hundred and fifty yards away.
“We’re outnumbered two to one,” he explained. His eyes flicked from screen to screen—calculation, not fear.
I shrugged. “Better odds than we usually have. Seems pretty good to me,” I said as I fitted an earpiece into my ear. “Let them get cozy and think they’re taking us by surprise.”
Vito smiled while an eager light shone in his eyes. We all got off on this shit; killing assholes and protecting what was ours.
Confidence pulsed through my veins, mingling with the adrenaline that surged at the prospect of imminent danger. I scanned the monitors intently, analyzing the enemy’s movements and their coordinated approach, moving in a skirmish line formation through the trees and bushes. They were moving slowly, heads swiveling, watching for threats. Their line was sloppy, though, and their movements felt jerky. They were anything but a well-oiled machine.
There was no doubt that they knew we were here, though, and the burning question whirled in my mind: how did they find us? I’d had no tail on my way here, and I was certain Vito and my men hadn’t had one either—we were never sloppy like that.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, realization struck me.
Driven by suspicion, I stormed out of the surveillance room. “Carmine, get in here,” I spoke into my earpiece, which connected me to our men outside.
I threw open the door to the room where the girl was sleeping peacefully. Christ, she looked like a goddamned angel with her dark hair fanned out around her head.
“Get up,” I snapped, striding across the room.
No response.
“Get up,” I said again, shaking her shoulder.
Her eyes fluttered open, then went wide as saucers as she scurried across the bed as far as her restraints would allow.
“We’ve got a problem,” I said.
Confusion clashed with the fear across her face.
