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She lifts her hips, clearly urging me to remove her panties, too. Fuck I want to. I want to yank them away and devour her pussy. It may be my first time, but I’m certain as all hell that I can find her clit and send her straight to the goddamn moon. Just the thought sends a stinger to my dick, which is desperately hard and aching with its own heartbeat.
“You need rest.” I grudgingly grab the sheet and blanket and pull it up to her chin.
She frowns and swats at my hands. “No. I want you.”
I swallow hard, those words doing things to me that I never could’ve imagined.I want you. No one haseverwanted me. I’m the last person anyone in this life ever wants to see. A hulking brute who can take a man’s head off with my bare hands–no, no one’s ever wanted anything to do with me. Just catching a glimpse of me would cause people to make the sign of the cross or grip their rosary or say a silent prayer to whatever deity they’d chosen. Not that it would save them if they were on my list. No one’s ever escaped me. No one ever will. Especially not the innocent bit of sweetness who’s staring up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Serious again,” she mumbles and pulls my hand to her mouth, her tongue darting out and teasing my thumb.
I groan.
“That’s more like it.” She licks it, then pulls it into her mouth, her soft tongue licking down to my knuckle.
“Sweetness, don’t ….” I press my thumb down onto her tongue, and she hollows her cheeks, sucking and licking as my heart beats loudly enough for her to hear.
My cock demands I give her what she’s begging for, ram myself down her throat and come, coating her inside and out. But she’s drunk. And it doesn’t matter what she says she wants–if I take advantage of her now, she’d hate me for it later. And I’d hate myself, too. Nothing I do for work ever leaves even the slightest smudge on my conscience. It’s almost like ‘not giving a shit’ is my superpower. It doesn’t hurt that most of the men I hurt and kill have done far, far worse in their lifetimes. But that’s different.
Bianca doesn’t deserve the Butcher. She deserves Fernando, a man who would never hurt her, who would ratherdiethan hurt her. So with that thought in mind, I pull my thumb from her hot mouth and replace it with my lips.
The kiss is short, mainly because I have to pull back before my instincts have me on top of her and thrusting inside her hot cunt.
“Fernando.” She reaches for me.
“I can’t, sweetness. Not when you’re drunk.” I take her hands and kiss each of her palms. “You need sleep.”
“But I want you,” she whimpers. “Stay with me.”
I close my eyes, relishing those words on her lips. When I open them, I sigh and look around the room. The mother cat and kittens are all snuggled in a pile of fur and sleep. The whole place is locked down, and my phone will alert me if anyone sets foot on my property.
“Please.” She closes her eyes, her hands still in mine. “You won’t hurt me.”
How does she read my heart like a book? I don’t know. I don’t understand any of it, not from the moment I left Antonio’s house with only one goal in mind–taking Bianca.
“Just stay with me. Please, Fernando.” Her voice is soft, falling into sleep as her lips stay parted.
I shouldn’t. I should take my ass out to the living room and crash on the couch, leaving her to sleep peacefully and finally rest after the long night and day she’s had. But she asked me to stay. Pleaded. I can’t deny her.
So I rise and close the door to our room before I strip out of my clothes, careful to leave my boxer briefs on. My cock stands out thick and hard against the material, and no matter what I try to put in my mind–nasty shit that only the Butcher could come up with–it doesn’t make it go down. Not when I’m this close to Bianca. Not when I’m about to share a bed with her.
When I return to her, her eyebrows are furrowed, a wrinkle between them. I climb into bed, careful to stay away from her side.
I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling.
The bed shifts, and I sense her before I feel her touch. She rolls into my side, her cheek resting on my chest as I wrap my arm around her back. It’s so easy, so natural, as if we’ve slept this way hundreds, thousands of times. But it’s new. It’s all so new. My skin is sensitive, her touch foreign and almost exotic. I can feel every bit of her body that touches me, even her breath against my chest. Everything about her is warm, sweet, perfect.
I’m scared to move. Scared to think.
That’s when she pulls her knee up and rests her thigh on my hard cock. A groan sticks in my throat, and I can barely breathe. Just the pressure of her against me makes my balls pull up close to my body. She’s driving me wild, and she’s not even awake.
I stroke her back slowly, hoping the movement will calm me down.
She moves her leg higher.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood.
Her breath tickles my nipple, making it go hard, and her breast presses against my side, her shirt doing nothing to hide the fullness of it.
Sweat beads along my brow, and I don’t know how I’m going to survive this night.
