Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 60

60

HANNAH

My pussy was tight around the top of Jack’s dick. I straddled him as I lifted and lowered so only the top few inches were being stroked. It was meant to tease Jack, but the flared head rubbed over my favorite spot, and I was close to coming.

My hands pressed into his taut pecs as I looked down at him. His hands were over his head, knotted together and then to the headboard with one of his ties. I loved for him to be in charge, but this time, I’d wanted him at my mercy. After letting me go to the bar and toss the cheater around, I was as aroused as Jack. I needed to have sex and I wanted it on my terms. Maybe it was because I’d felt powerful dealing with that guy.

I’d made a cheater pay. Literally.

He wasn’t Kevin, but it gave me some kind of closure. That I wasn’t the woman he’d made me think I was. That he was a low-life asshole, and I could do better.

I had. With Jack.

Just like letting me deal with the bar owner, he was letting me take charge in bed, too. It was empowering, but there was no question Jack was the one who said when and how.

He knew I needed this, and I would satisfy him as he did me. With a voracious need to please.

Unlike Jack, I made it past the elevator before I sucked him. In fact, I got him naked, in bed and tied to the headboard. Only then did I get him swearing and begging and telling me he needed to be inside me. Only then did I stop and climb on, riding him like the cowgirl I was not.

Sweat coated his skin, his jaw was clenched, eyes wild.

“You feel so good,” I said, tipping my head back. I could come for Jack, but this angle, with me being in charge, I needed a little help to get there.

I set my fingers to his lips. “Suck.”

He opened and his tongue slid over the pads of my fingertips, laving and wetting them. My pussy clenched remembering that tongue in action. Pulling them free, I slid them down my body and over my clit.

Jack grunted, low and deep, his eyes watching where we were joined. “Trampoline.” He gritted out the safeword. “Fuck, woman, have mercy.”

Sliding his feet up, he bent his knees and thrust up so he filled me all the way.

“Jack!” I cried out. Just like that, I came with the feel of him so, so deep and my clit being rubbed.

“FUCCCKKK. ”

I felt the hot spurts of his own release, pleased with myself knowing I satisfied him so well.

With him still inside me, I sprawled on his chest where I could hear his frantic heartbeat.

My cell rang from the bedside table. Without thinking–because my brain cells had been fried–I reached out and answered.

“Hello?”

“You’ve got some talents, Miss Highcliff.”

I frowned. “Who is this?”

“Sal Reggiano.”

My pussy clenched. My whole body did, at the name.

I sat up and glanced at Jack. Mouthed who it was. His eyes flared and he tugged at the tie that bound his wrists.

Reaching out with one hand, I undid the knot. It had been too easy, which meant that Jack could have freed himself at any time but chose to remain at my mercy. He was giving me so many opportunities for building my self-confidence. It was working.

I was talking to a mafia boss. Naked. With Jack’s dick buried inside me.

That was a new one for me.

As soon as he was able, he snatched the phone from me and pressed the speaker button.

“What do you want, Mr. Reggiano?” I asked. If my mother had wanted Jack to call her and my dad Mr. and Mrs. Highcliff for being a dinner guest, I assumed Sal Reggiano wanted the same courtesy, regardless of whether the respect was deserved.

“You.”

Jack wrapped an arm about me and lifted me off him. I settled beside him on the bed, his cum starting to slip from me. He probably felt as skeeved out as I did having sex and then hearing the man wanted me. Gross.

“Joey Brains told me about you.” His voice was deep and raspy as if he was a chain smoker.

I met Jack’s gaze. “Oh?”

“How you disappeared on him. I didn’t believe him, obviously. The man’s dumber than a box of rocks. But no way would a woman get away from him.”

“If you want me, then I guess it’s a good thing he didn’t succeed.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t want you dead anymore.”

Jack’s jaw was clenched so tight, he’d have to see Brittany to fix cracked molars.

“I also saw what you did with Eyebrows.”

I tried to understand how that was possible considering Eyebrows was dead, but he meant security footage. There had to be cameras in the parking garage.

“I didn’t believe that either, but Smitty sure had a lot to say.”

Jack closed his eyes and was probably praying to the false God Perry preached about. Maybe going with Jack and Dax to visit Smitty the Cheater had been a bad idea.

“Oh?” I asked, filling in the silence.

“While he might be behind on a loan for a shark, who do you think that person works for?”

I bit my lip, eyed Jack. He nodded. “You?”

“Through my son, Paul. He’s finding his place there in Denver.”

I cleared my throat. “You, um, must be proud. ”

“You’ll come work for me. Use your impressive talents. No one’s going to expect a woman like you to be a fixer.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. For a thrilling moment–like any woman would–I felt exceedingly proud of myself that the head of the Vegas mafia wanted me to be a fixer for him.

It was absolutely ludicrous.

Except he was serious.

“You’re the perfect supervillain.”

I licked my lips, stared into Jack’s dark eyes as I asked. “What about Jack?”

“Jack? He couldn’t even kill a man in a restaurant without making a mess. I admit, he’s smart. He’s keeping you around because of your superpowers.”

I sucked in a breath at the word usage.

“You don’t think he’d be interested in you otherwise, do you?”

Jack’s gaze hardened. Sal Reggiano’s words rang with a possibility. One that I would have believed even a week earlier. Now, though, I knew they were false. Lies. Because Jack had wanted me on the plane from Vegas, when I was a nerdy, overweight woman who’d attended a romance book signing. One who couldn’t keep a man. Who couldn’t satisfy one.

I was the same person, but I saw myself differently now.

Jack didn’t want to stand in front of me, he wanted to stand beside me. Because I was strong. And brave. And powerful all by myself.

Being able to powerlift a fridge sure didn’t hurt though.

Jack remained silent through all this. I was sure he had a reason why, but I couldn’t use brain power to figure out why. I was trying to be verbal and answer wisely for Sal Reggiano.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“Nice?” He barked out a laugh. “I don’t need to be nice. People do what I tell them or die.”

“I’ve already got a job as a librarian,” I reminded. “I’m happy and set with it, thanks.”

“I don’t think you heard what I said. You do what I say or die.”

An ultimatum. From a mafia boss.

I gulped. Brittany would clap gleefully, then shit a brick.

“You want me for my… talents. You’re all bluster because I’m no good to you if I’m dead.”

“True. I do need you alive, but I can kill your family. Your parents’ home is so quaint. They have a surprising variety of dead animals on the walls. Even I have to admit it’s a little creepy.”

My eyes widened as I stared at Jack. Sal Reggiano knew about my parents. Knew about the inside of their house.

“Are you also a good shot, Hannah Highcliff? Are you a hunter, too? Your talents keep growing.”

“My parents have nothing to do with this,” I said.

“No, parents never do. You’re new to the mafia so I’ll give you your first lesson. If you don’t do what I want, when I want, how I want, I kill everyone you love.”

“Um… okay.” I didn’t know of any other answer.

“Good. I’ll see you in one hour.”

“What?” I frowned. “Where?”

“Your parents’ house, of course. Oh, your mother says to bring the potato salad.”