Power (The Santini Assassins #1)

12. The Secret

12

THE SECRET

SIMONE

S imone hadn’t slept well. She’d stayed up until after one in the morning scouring the dark web, only to come up short again . No one in the Haqazzii terror cell chat rooms was talking about The Bomb Maker, and Inferno531 had gone silent. If there was online chatting, she wasn’t skilled enough to find it. Around two in the morning, she’d started obsessing over Peter’s request to spy on Luciano. Though she’d refused him, she couldn’t ignore his ask.

When she woke, at half past six, she knew what she needed to do to alleviate her anxiety.

But first, target practice.

After a quick breakfast, she and Slash headed to Henninger Security. It had been years since she’d been there but, as she walked into the facility, the familiar sounds and smells filled her with hope. She’d once been an excellent markswoman.

I can do this.

While Slash signed in, Simone showed her FBI badge to the desk clerk, then signed in too.

“Lookee who came back to the mother ship,” said a familiar voice.

Tucker Henninger’s blond hair had grown past his shoulders. His grin was contagious, and his outstretched arms were welcoming. After a warm hug, he said, “It’s been a while, girlie. Where you been?”

“I left the Bureau.”

“That’s a crying shame, darlin’,” Tucker said. She’d always loved his southern accent and good-natured ribbing. “Well, welcome back to Henninger’s. Check out my training town. Cost me a fortune, but it’s used daily by LEOs.”

“I will,” she replied, “but I need to start with the basics… target practice.”

“Alrighty, then. You ladies go have fun.”

Upon entering the indoor firing range, they decided to stay together, rather than split off into different lanes.

“Day one,” Simone said before covering her ears with protective muffs.

While she’d kept her go-bag, she no longer had a weapon. With their eyewear in place, Slash handed her one of her smaller Glocks. Simone eyed the weapon. It felt oddly familiar in her hand.

“Just like riding a bike,” Slash said.

“You go first.”

Slash stepped up to the line, got in position, relaxed her knees, raised the weapon, and fired at the target. The bullet pierced the center circle.

Nice .

Slash fired off a few more rounds before lowering her weapon. She offered an encouraging smile, and made room at the line. “Your turn.”

With a mix of excitement and anxious butterflies, Simone moved into place. She raised her weapon, aimed, and fired off a shot. The bullet missed the target completely.

“Do you want pointers?” Slash asked. “Or do you want to feel your way back?”

“Pointers,” Simone said.

“Ready your stance. Breathe in, relax your knees, release your breath slowly, softly squeeze the trigger.”

Simone applied the coaching, and fired off three rounds. The bullets struck the target, moving closer to center with each shot.

“Nice,” Slash said. “Again.”

Simone did as instructed, getting more comfortable with the feel of the gun in her hand, her palm and fingers cradling the grip. Again and again, she fired, until the weapon no longer felt foreign to her.

She lowered the Glock. “Fire with me.”

Slash stepped up. It took a few rounds before they were unloading in sync. Over and over and over. By the time they finished, the target was a shredded mess. Slash pressed a button that brought the target to them, attached a fresh one, and send it back out. When they’d decimated that one, they placed the guns in their cases, stepped out of the booth, and removed their protective wear.

Today had been a good first day.

“Tomorrow, we’ll move the target farther back,” Slash explained. “And we’ll swing by here on Sunday too. That way you’ll be ready to rock it out at Monday’s training.”

Simone raised her eyebrows.

“At training base camp,” Slash said.

Code for the Black Site. Another flurry of anticipation flowed through her.

“Thank you for this,” Simone said. “You’re a great instructor.”

“I help Rebel sometimes, so he gets firing time.”

As they drove back, Simone said, “I was thinking of heading back home today. I don’t want to?—”

“Nope.” Slash shot her a smile. “Stay the weekend. On Monday we’ll drive to the site together.”

“I like that,” Simone replied.

“I’ve missed hanging with you.”

“Same. I’d like to make dinner for everyone tonight, unless you have plans.”

“Later today, Luciano, Teddy, and Gabriel—who’s in from Italy—are coming over. Elsa will probably be cooking up a storm when we get home.”

It was almost noon.

As Slash pulled into the garage, Simone shot off a text.

Any chance you’ll be home this afternoon? I was hoping to swing by

No dots appeared.

She and Slash went inside and laughter snagged her attention. Into the kitchen they went. Simone recognized Teddy Santini. He was with Luciano the night of Burke’s party. The other man had olive skin, dark brown hair that fell to his shoulders, deep brown eyes, and a toothy smile.

Another handsome Santini.

“Hey, I recognize you,” Teddy said. “You’re the one tailing Lulu.”

Silence while everyone stared at her.

“We kissed and made up, so it’s all good,” Simone replied.

Laughter erupted from the group.

“Haven’t we met?” Teddy asked.

He remembers me from Burke and Morticia’s.

“This is my good friend, Simone Redding,” Slash said. “She’s staying with us for a few days.”

“Ciao, bella signora.” Gabriel stepped right into her space, collected her hand in his, and kissed the backs of her fingers.

“That’s Gabriel,” Carrera said. “He’s a lady-eater.”

More laughter from the family.

Gabriel chomped his teeth together and winked at her before regarding Elsa. “G’ma, are you ready?”

“All ready,” Elsa replied. “Teddy, are you driving?”

Teddy opened the fridge. “I’m gonna hang here and chow down. Gabriel can take my truck.” He tossed his brother the keys.

Gabriel put his arm around Elsa. “Al mercato, mia nonna.”

“Sì,” Elsa replied.

“Grocery store,” Slash translated.

Simone’s phone buzzed and she read the text.

“I’ve gotta take off,” Simone said.

“è un piacere, bella signora,” Gabriel said.

Simone glanced around for help.

“It’s a pleasure, beautiful lady,” Gabriel translated.

“He’s like a shark circling,” Teddy said, and the family cracked up.

She excused herself, hurried upstairs to the guest room. After showering, she dressed in a tailored white shirt, form-fitting black pants, and black stilettos. After playing around with her hair, she pulled it into a French twist, but left strands framing her face. A little blush, a layer of mascara, and her favorite maroon lipstick.

Returning to the kitchen, she found Teddy and Carrera eating lunch at the island.

“Where’s Slash?” Simone asked.

“She’s taking a shower,” Carrera replied.

“I’m heading out for a few.”

“Dinner’s gonna be a feast,” Teddy said, his mouth full of food.

“I don’t want to intrude on a family?—”

Carrera held up his hand. “Don’t even go there. Dinner’s at seven.”

Teddy raised his bottle of beer. “Happy hour starts now.”

She laughed.

Pointing at her, Teddy blurted, “I remember where I’ve seen you before. Didn’t I interrupt you and Lulu?—”

“I’m out. See you guys later.” Simone bit back a smile as she took off toward the front door. Once outside, she laughed out loud. She’d hoped Teddy wouldn’t remember that he’d seen her buck naked and sprawled on a bed with Luciano’s face planted between her legs.

She climbed in her SUV, drove out, and headed west on I-495 toward Great Falls. Thirty minutes later, she stopped in front of the iron gates, rolled down her window.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” said the guard.

“Simone Redding.”

“You’ve been cleared to enter. Park at the fountain.”

The giant gates swung open. As she drove past the beautiful oak trees lining the long driveway, wonderful memories flooded her thoughts. Jamming on the guitar while Chad pounded on his drums. Friday happy hours where she’d park herself on a kitchen stool and enjoy a glass of wine after a long week at work.

This home—once Mitus mansion—had been her sanctuary, her refuge for three years. She’d made lifelong friends and would remain forever grateful to Colton. There, she’d felt safe. Something she desperately needed.

She parked at the fountain and made her way toward the front door. Self-assurance followed her as she trotted up the steps and rang the doorbell. Last night, she hadn’t known what to do, but in the light of day, she’d made the right decision.

The door opened and she swallowed down a moan. Luciano’s wicked-hot smile lit up his face, but it was the heated look in his eyes that halted her breath. Unless she was fooling herself, he looked genuinely happy to see her.

“Simone, come in.”

As she crossed the threshold, he wrapped his fingers around her arm, pulled her close. While he kissed her cheek, she savored his musky scent. Her heart skipped a beat when he pressed his lips to her other cheek and lingered an extra second before pulling away.

The second she peered into his eyes, the energy shifted. The desire to be close to him, to touch him, to be touched by him, had her heart pounding fast and her insides roaring to life.

His power consumed her and ignited her at the same time.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured.

She wanted to tell him that he, too, looked beautiful. Too beautiful really. As she expected, he was dressed to impress in a pair of tight black pants and a black quarter-zip sweater. Lucky for her, he’d left it unzipped, and she checked out his sun-kissed skin.

In truth, everything about him captivated her. Even the evil.

Especially the evil.

“A glass of wine with lunch?” he asked.

“Lunch?”

“Are you hungry?”

She wasn’t, but the wine might help her get through this conversation.

“I’ll take a glass of liquid courage.”

He gestured toward the kitchen. On the way, she glanced into the living room, then the dining area. The furniture had been replaced with modern pieces that boasted soft curves and muted colors.

“I love the changes you’ve made,” she said.

Up went his eyebrows.

“I used to live here,” she said. “I was Colton Mitus’s biz manager for three years. His employees lived here with him. It was an unusual arrangement, but everyone loved it.”

They entered the kitchen, the familiar space making her smile. “I always loved this room.”

Luciano had updated the decor—five sleek black counter stools, a striking black dining table with six cushioned chairs—off-white Quartz counters, bright white kitchen cabinets, and Bertazzoni appliances. She glanced out the French doors to the expansive backyard and perfectly-placed swimming pool.

As she got situated on a counter stool, Luciano reached for two bottles of wine. And that’s when she glimpsed his ass.

Well, hello there.

Those tight pants hugged his backside and she locked in. Round, strong, muscular and so damn perfect. When he turned back, she was staring at his junk. Rather than panic, she gave him the once-over, slowly raking her gaze up and down, appreciating every physical thing about him.

“You’re not subtle,” he said.

“You dress well.”

He’s not buying that.

“You eye-fuck better.” His fiery gaze sent a ripple of excitement through her.

Ohmygod.

She couldn’t hold back her smile. “Touché.”

He set the bottles on the island, retrieved two stemless wine goblets. As he eased on the chair beside her, he said, “I started a women’s clothing line after designing Slash’s wedding gown. I have something that would be perfect for you?—”

“Not a wedding dress, I hope.”

“You’d look perfetta in a wedding gown, but no. I have a pair of Santini black pants and a white shirt that would be beautiful on you.”

She glanced down at herself. “I’m wearing a white shirt and black pants.”

“But you’re not wearing Santini .” He held up a bottle of white and a Santini Chianti.

“I heard you make a luxury whiskey,” she said. “Care to share?”

His smile set off a series of fireworks that sent her pulse racing. There was something completely addicting about seeing him smile. His bright, white teeth were almost perfect, save for a jutting left eye tooth. Somehow, that slight imperfection made him more human. As she homed in on that tooth, she fantasized about him standing behind her and biting her neck. She’d strip him naked, go down on him, then take him inside her. And she would get lost in everything Luciano. The bad would fade away, leaving only the sweet, sweet good.

“Mmm.” The sound floated from her before she could smother it.

As he reached into a cupboard, he asked, “Everything okay?”

“All good.”

Only my thoughts are very, very bad.

He poured them each a finger’s worth of amber-colored liquid, then returned to sit beside her and raised his glass. “To my new partner.”

They clinked glasses and drank. Simone rarely drank hard liquor, but as the whiskey wet her tongue, a medley of delicious tastes filled her mouth.

“That’s amazing.”

“Thank you.” After a beat, he asked, “Are you here to confess your sins?”

She smiled. How could she not? Luciano Santini was the supreme puppet master. Everyone was living in his world… a world he’d created by amassing power.

“No, something else.”

As she stared into his bright eyes, the need to kiss him overtook her. It came on like a lightning strike. Sudden, powerful, and intentional. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Her gaze jumped from his eyes to his mouth, those luscious lips tugging her toward him by an invisible force she couldn’t resist.

STOP!

She pushed off the stool, walked around the expansive slab of quartz, and breathed.

Get it together.

“I have a problem,” she began. “Well, not a problem exactly. More like a situation.” She hated when she rambled, but this was unchartered territory. She’d never worked with an assassin, but she was certain she didn’t want to get on his bad side.

That wouldn’t end well for her. She also knew the definition of loyalty, and she coveted that.

“Talk to me,” he murmured.

She wasn’t sure if it was the rasp in his voice or the way his attention stayed glued on her, but she found herself sitting down beside him. His enigmatic presence made her feel safe… and alive, like she was super-charged with electricity.

“We’re working together, and that means something to me. I value partnerships in the workplace.”

He nodded. “Same.”

“Okay, good.” She took a mouthful of whiskey, swallowed it down. “I don’t know you well, but I have to trust someone . I need to feel confident you’ll have my back, especially if things go sideways. The Bomb Maker isn’t like any other criminal, so I’m going into this with eyes wide open.”

She broke eye contact, glanced outside.

“Simone. What do you want to tell me?”

She swiveled toward him, her gaze drilling into his. After shuddering in a breath, she released it in a sigh.

Then, silence.

LUCIANO

Simone was struggling. Luciano wanted to help, but he didn’t want to rush her. The fact that she’d come to him spoke volumes. He knew she’d gone to Hirzog’s for dinner. Carrera had seen to that.

As he stared into her eyes, he found himself hoping she would tell him the truth. Then, maybe, he could let his guard down. Distrusting everyone he met, until they proved themselves, was a tiresome way to live. Tiresome, but necessary. If he put trust in the wrong person, he was a dead man.

Luciano offered an encouraging smile. That helped, but not in the way he’d intended. Her pupils expanded, the black bleeding over the green, then she slickened her lower lip with her tongue. He loved how responsive she was to him. It was alluring as hell, but also distracting. He meant to calm her, not rile her. She was his partner now, not his lover.

She can be both.

No, she can’t.

Normally the epitome of control, he had to touch her. His fingers tingled to stroke her soft skin. He swiveled toward her, scooped her hands in his, and her fingers braided around his. Touching each other felt natural… and unprofessional. Still, he didn’t tug his away. Just the opposite. He gave her an encouraging squeeze.

“Several years ago, I worked for Peter Hirzog at the Bureau,” she began. “We’d lost touch, but we ran into each other last week.”

“I remember,” he said.

“He invited me to his home last night for a dinner party. Turns out, he had an ulterior motive for asking me.”

“What did he want?”

She pulled her warm hands away, leaving him missing her. “He asked me to spy on you.” She tossed back another mouthful of whiskey. “I was surprised. First, Z, now him. I refused, but he put the pressure on me.”

“Did you cave?”

“Hell, no. Someone else I worked with, Jerod De Clerq from ATF, was there. He told Peter his issue should be with his ex, not you. Anyway, I wouldn’t be surprised if he finds someone else to do his spying.”

Hirzog wasn’t letting go of something that had happened over two years ago, but Luciano didn’t give a damn about him. Despite the power Hirzog wielded, he was like an annoying gnat.

As he peered into her eyes, he hoped she was being honest. Trust was the cornerstone to any healthy relationship, professional or personal.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said.

For too long, she stared at her lap, then she murmured, “The last thing I want is to get on your bad side.”

“Why’s that?”

She lifted her face to his. The knot between her eyes was gone, replaced with a searing gaze. “I’m determined to find The Bomb Maker, and w hen I do, I’m confident you’ll take him out. I’ve never straddled both sides of the law, but I get it. I would much rather have you in my court than Peter Hirzog. If I betray you, you’ll eliminate me. What’s he going to do? Not invite me to another dinner party?”

Her sweet smile touched his tortured soul.

Either she was telling the truth or she was playing him for a fool. And if that were the case… she was good. Very good.

“Hirzog is living in the past.” A somberness came over Luciano. “He would be happier if he made peace with what his ex-wife did and let it go.” He stared out the French doors. “Holding onto the past is preventing him from living his best life now.”

Though their relationship had shifted to a professional one, he wanted her to know why Hirzog hated him so much.

“He blames me for his failed first marriage.” Luciano sipped the whiskey. “His first wife arranged a lunch meeting through a mutual friend. She told me she was single. Back then, I didn’t fact-check.”

“Lessons are always learned the hard way.”

“Unfortunately,” he replied. “I found out two weeks after I’d started seeing her. She insisted her marriage was ending, but I broke it off. I don’t know if she tried reconciling with Hirzog or if she left him, but I never saw her again. I might be a killer, but I’m not a cheat, and I want nothing to do with wrecking marriages.”

“They say every criminal has his lane. I’m glad you found yours.” Her seductive laugh strummed his heart like a stringed instrument.

She placed her hand on his leg, and heat shot through him. “My comedic timing needs work. I appreciate that you have marital morals. Finding our person is everything .”

For the first time since losing Linda and the babies, pain didn’t shred him. Instead, a sense of peace blanketed him.

She caressed his thigh. Her slow, sensual touch had his cock firming in the small space between his legs. Then, she jerked her hand away. “Sorry,” she murmured.

With her empty glass in hand, she sauntered to the sink and set it down. Luciano rose as she walked back over to him. He couldn’t miss the hunger in her eyes. All he wanted to do was devour her in a million different ways.

“I’m out,” she said brushing past him, the clickety-click of her stilettos tapping across the marble floor.

“Don’t. Go.”

She stilled, then turned.

Two easy strides and she was inches away, her luminous eyes burning with an energy that rivaled his own. He was crazy attracted to her, but it was more than a physical connection. There was something intoxicating about her that kept him grounded, yet flying high at the same time.

“We haven’t eaten,” he said.

“I’m not hungry.”

He curled one of her long, dark tendrils around his finger. “You sure about that?”

A shadow fell over her eyes. “We shouldn’t,” she rasped.

“No, we shouldn’t,” he agreed.

She leaned up, kissed his scruffy jawline. “We’re going to, aren’t we?”

Her breathing had changed, her chest rising and falling faster. She was working her lower lip pretty good, and the grit in her voice had turned him hard.

“Yes,” he replied, his raspy voice rumbling through his chest. “We are.”

They came together in a whoosh of explosive energy. His arms anchored her close and she clung to him like a lifeline in a raging sea. They were close, but not close enough.

“For the first time in my life, I hate clothing,” he said.

She laughed, the joy in her eyes touching his broken, broken soul. Her mouth found his, her full lips sending him soaring, while the desire to root inside her took hold. She wrapped one leg around his, and he smiled.

She broke the kiss. “What?”

“You’re a flamingo,” he murmured.

“I’m poison ivy,” she retorted.

“Even better.” He clasped her hand, led her toward the foyer.

“I’ve never been naughty with a coworker.”

“Same,” he said as they began the long climb to the second floor.

“We’re bad,” she said as she quickened her pace.

“Very bad.”

At the top of the stairs, he turned toward her. “Which room was yours?”

She pointed down the left hall. “Are these empty?”

“All but mine.”

She tugged him on. “I’ve never had sex here.”

“Didn’t Colton host kink parties?”

“He liked to watch. That’s what turned me into a voyeur. His live sex shows opened my eyes to a world of kink. He called them Fornication Nation.”

Luciano laughed.

She pulled to a stop in front of a closed bedroom door. “Tuck me in. All this talking has tired me out. I need a nap.”

“As you wish.” He opened the bedroom door.

She grabbed him by the neck of his sweater and pulled him in. He shut and locked the door behind them.

“Why are you locking it?”

“My chef Louis and his wife live in the lower level.”

Another mellifluous laugh floated from her. “They live in Fornication Nation.”

He chuckled. “I’m not sure they’d want to know that.”

She pushed onto her toes, stared into his eyes. “No regrets about this, and we work the case like the bosses we are.”

“One-hundred percent.”

He slipped his hand around the back of her neck, drew her close, and kissed her. One soft kiss that led to another, and another, and another. She opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss and was rewarded with her husky moan. Their bodies came together, the need to touch her had him snaking his arm around her back and sliding it under her shirt.

Her approving moan sent another zing of desire pounding through him. He stroked her beautiful back, unhooked her bra, then slowed the kiss until it ended.

Breathing hard, she fisted the bottom of his sweater and pulled it over his head. Her attention jumped from his eyes to his chest and she pressed her palms against his pecs.

“You’re made of steel.” She pressed her mouth to his chest and kissed him, then dragged her tongue down his chest and over his abs. Sexy Simone sent desire pounding through him. Kneeling before him, she peered up. Her half-moon lids shaded her lustful eyes.

He had to have her, the need overtaking his every thought.

Slowly, she unzipped his pants. They dropped to the floor. Next, she pulled his boxer briefs over his erection. As she caressed his rock-hard shaft, she murmured, “I don’t give blowjobs, but I can’t stop with you. I need your cock in my mouth, filling me with your hot juices.”

Jesus.

Excitement oozed out of him. “Taste me,” he commanded.

She rolled her tongue over the head, the pleasure shooting through him like a cannon. She licked his shaft, placed her lips over the head, and devoured him with her mouth. And she sucked him slowly.

Agonizingly sweet torture ripped through him. On a low growl, he sank his fingers into her hair and surrendered to the pleasure, letting her work his cock with her talented mouth.

“You taste good,” she said as she ran her finger over the glistening head.

“Do you want me to wait?”

She pulled him out, pierced him with her fiery gaze. “I want you to choke me with your big, hard cock.”

Fuck me.

She cradled his balls with one hand, slid her finger between his ass and caressed his anus. Bolts of electricity charged through him as she started deep throating him.

All the way in and almost all the way out.

His cock throbbed, the pent-up energy begging to escape. When his balls tightened, she worked his shaft with her fingers while lashing the head with her tongue.

“Fuck, Simone,” he roared as the orgasm shot out of him.

Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. In those glorious seconds, color brightened his dark world, and he was bathed in sweet, sweet euphoria.

She slowed down, then stilled before pulling off him and disappearing into the bathroom. Seconds later, she slunk out, her lustful gaze searing him with desire.

Floating on a sex high, he snaked his arms around her. “I love watching you squirm with pleasure, and I want to bring it all to you, until you beg me to stop.”

Her lips parted, her throaty groan reverberating in his chest. His cock stirred.

While peering into her half-hooded eyes, he unbuttoned her shirt, pressed his mouth to her chest, then deposited a trail of kisses across the swell of her breasts. “All mine.”

A growl shot out of her. “Suck my tits.”

Pausing, he dropped a kiss on her mouth. “Patience and control.” Moving slowly, he slid his hands under the shirt and shouldered it off her. Next, he pulled her bra away, exposing her fantastic breasts.

She cradled them in her hands, pushing them toward him. And he dipped down and covered her large areola with his mouth, teasing her nip with gentle tongue flicks until it hardened. Then, he sucked her tender flesh.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “I like that.”

He sucked her other nipple while she arched her back and urged him to suck harder. When he finished, her ruby red nips were hard as stone and twice as engorged.

As he unzipped her pants, she pinched her nipples while her gritty moans ripped through him. Off came her pants, then he slid his hands inside her thong, and tugged them down. She stepped out of it, then pushed up on her toes.

“Fuck me.”

The grit in her voice turned him hard again. Around her, he was unstoppable and insatiable. Simone turned him into a beast and he couldn’t get enough of her. She pressed her breasts against his chest and dragged them over his skin. Then, she curled her fingers around his semi and led him to the bed. She tugged back the duvet and the linens, then crawled in.

“I have condoms in my pants pocket,” she said.

“Jesus.”

“Premeditated,” she replied as she spread her legs.

Her pussy glistened with her juices, and he couldn’t roll on the condom fast enough.

“I’m a bad girl, daddy.” She arched off the bed. “Can you help me?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled.

Planking over her, he kissed her, their tongues meeting in a torrent of greed, while he trapped her wrists about her head with one hand and held them down. The harder he kissed her, the deeper her groans, until she started gyrating beneath him.

He ran his fingers over her slickened core, then slid his wet fingers into his mouth. “Delicious, baby girl.”

“Ohgod,” she moaned. “Can you punish me with your cock, daddy?”

He positioned himself at her opening and dragged his cock over it, until he reached her clit. Again and again until he pierced her with it, sinking inside the tight juncture between her legs.

“Fuck,” she cried out. “I’m a naughty girl.” She raised her ass off the bed and he sunk in until he reached the end.

They started moving against each other, creating the intense friction they needed. Her heavy lids and flushed cheeks turned him into a savage. He couldn’t get enough of her while she clawed his back wildly. Faster and faster he pounded into her as their kisses turned brutal. Her groans turned to mewls, then cries, as she raced toward an orgasm.

“You’re punishing me so good,” she rasped between breaths.

He massaged her breast, tugging on her nipple, but when he repositioned so he could grind on her clit, she started shaking beneath him.

“Coming so hard,” she ground out. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

She moaned and convulsed while her pussy trapped him inside her. The pure ecstasy on her face sent him over the edge and he climaxed inside her. Hard.

He’d crossed a line that should never have been crossed… and he couldn’t wait for more.

Have I met my match or am I falling into a trap set by someone out for revenge?