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She looks away for a moment, and I know what she’s remembering. That escape from the Russian basement. That bloody escape. “I don’t know. I… I killed someone once and I didn’t like it.”
“Look at me.” She turns her attention back and stares into my eyes. “Whatever happened down there, let it go. Whatever you did to survive, learn from it and move on. You can’t keep letting it haunt you.”
“How am I supposed to do that when I feel like I still haven’t healed? Like the bruises might’ve faded, but whatever they did to make me crack on the inside is still a mess?”
“We’re all a fucking mess, but I just watched you get your ass kicked for an hour and you still got up every single time. That’s all you have to do, Adrienne. Just get back up and try again.”
She bites her lip and stares into my eyes.
I stare back, and my hands move down to her hips.
She doesn’t move. Eternity passes between us. She knows what I’m thinking, what I want. She feels it between her legs. And she’s still here. Still in my lap.
“Fight me,” I whisper and before she can answer, I kiss her.
My hand comes up and grabs her hair. She sucks in a breath and kisses me back fiercely, hard enough that it hurts. I taste her grassy, lemony tongue, but also a sharp pang of coppery blood. She moans into my mouth and I’m so hard I feel like I might tear into her.
But then she pushes back, eyes fierce, grinning.
And I grin back.
She tries to get away. She struggles, shoves me, wriggling. She’s fucking strong and fast, and I have to roll and grab her and push her back down onto the grass. She kicks and punches, hits me in the face, knees me in the thighs, but I grab her wrists and hold her down and kiss her hard, biting her lip. She moans, writhes under me, spreads her legs and lets me grind my hard cock against her soft, aching pussy as I take her wrists and put them up above her head.
I have her now. I have her and I own her, and as I kiss her, taste her, bask in her moans and her sweat and her gyrating hips, there’s no turning back.
We’re in this together. We’ll die together if this job goes wrong. The thought of losing her, of letting her get hurt breaks my fucking heart and lights a rage in my chest, and I keep going, unwilling to let myself get distracted from this moment. I kiss her neck, her throat. She whimpers as I move down her and force her legs wide. I kiss her chest, her stomach, and peel off her yoga pants, sliding them over her hips. She tries to get away, but I grab her wrists and keep her pinned.
“Stay,” I whisper and slide my fingers down between her legs. I caress her soft, pink lips, spreading them wide. They’re soaking wet, dribbling down into my palm as I roll them around her clit and sink them deep inside. “Stay, little killer.”
She moans as I pin her hands to her side and drop down between her legs.
I lick her, top to bottom. I taste her first, getting used to her acidic and lovely tang. I suck on her clit and let my saliva roll down her soaking entrance. I lick and suck her lips, up and down her pussy, nibbling, eating, loving, until I begin to work her in earnest. Her hips grind and all pretense at fighting is gone. She’s moaning now and her fingers grip my hair tight.
I slid my fingers into her pussy. She groans and her back arches as I fuck her deep with them, lapping her up. I lick her faster and faster, using my tongue, teeth, fingers, lips, everything to drive her wild. She’s glistening in the sunlight, moaning into the fresh air, sweat still rolling down her perfect body, and I’ve never been more aroused in my life. I go faster, sucking her, fucking her, before I start to slide my fingers back, curling them into that lovely little fleshy nub deep inside her pussy walls. Her eyes roll back in bliss.
“That’s right, little killer, let it feel good, you filthy fucking girl. You want to punch me in the mouth? You want to bite my lips and tongue? You want to make it hurt? Then you’d better come for me, little killer. Come nice and hard and let me fucking watch. I want to know it’smemaking you come right now, it’s my fingers, my tongue getting you off. I think you still hate me, at least a little bit, but that makes this so much sweeter, doesn’t it? I’m the mafia bastard you never wanted, the kind of man you always despised, and here you are, soaking wet, dribbling down onto my palm, moaning my name in my yard, sweating and half naked and so fucking beautiful it breaks my heart. I need you to come for me, Adrienne. Come for menow.”
She gasps, back arches, and I feel her body convulse. I keep going faster, pushing her through it as the orgasm rips into her skin and makes her turn pink and flushed with pleasure. Slowly, she comes back down, and when she’s finally done, she lies there in the grass, gasping for breath, staring at me with an open mouth like she barely understands what happened.
“Good girl,” I say, kiss her, then make her lick her own juice from my fingers. She complies. “Very good girl.”
When she’s done, I dress her again. I do it slowly, tenderly. I love her lean legs, her beautiful ass. She climbs to her feet and walks away from me, looking out at the ocean. “We can’t do that again,” she says. The first words from her since we started doing this. Aside from moaning my name.
“It’s a distraction. You’re right about that.”
“No, it’s more than that.” She’s still not looking at me. “It’s dangerous. You told me that if your family finds out what we’re doing out here, they’ll kill us. Did you really mean that?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Then we can’t afford this.” She looks back at me. “Imagine what my sister would say if she knew.”
I tilt my head and grin at her. “Reina wouldn’t give a damn.”
“She might if she thought we were compromised.”
“She’s French. The French know you can fuck whomever you want.”
“Stop it.” She closes her eyes and puts a hand to her cheek. “We can’t, okay? Look, that felt good, I’m not going to lie. I’ve been really pent up—”
