CHAPTER 24 #2
"This is my mark," I tell her, my voice vibrating directly against her collarbone. "They’ll see it and know."
The intensity peaks and boils over. I start to grind against her with zero restraint, my movements turning completely erratic and desperate as the internal timer in my head flashes toward zero.
I lick the sweat right off her collarbone, my breathing coming in harsh, ragged bursts.
One minute and forty seconds. Move, you bastard. Faster.
"Come for me, Alessia," I demand, my hips snapping like a piston. "Do it now."
I tangle my fingers violently in her auburn hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat as I mutter filthy, possessive praises right into her ear. My voice is low, gravelly, systematically stripping away every last ounce of her rigid federal composure.
"You're such a good little killer," I whisper roughly against her earlobe. "My perfect, lethal bitch." She whimpers, her body tightening perfectly around my cock. She’s crossing over. I can actually feel her soul breaking against mine in the dark.
I shift my weight entirely, lifting her hips off the mattress with my forearms so I can alter the angle and drive even deeper.
I hit her G-spot with every single vicious snap of my body.
A drop of my sweat drips from my chin directly onto her chest, marking her with my scent.
I want her to feel me inside her for the next forty-eight hours while she’s sitting in a windowless room.
"Take it all," I snarl, burying myself to the root. "I'm going to fill you so full you can't think."
Her body arches completely off the bed, her core muscles tensing like a coiled spring as she nears the absolute edge of her climax.
She’s actively sobbing now, a messy, chaotic mix of raw pleasure and pure, unadulterated fear because her instincts know something is fundamentally wrong.
She grips my forearms, her knuckles turning bone-white as she holds on to me for dear life.
"Leon! Leon, please!" she cries out, her voice breaking. "I can't... I'm going to..."
Sixty seconds. She’s right there. God, she’s fucking beautiful when she’s broken wide open.
A violent, full-body climax rips right through her. She screams my name into the quiet room, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably with the sheer force of it. Her head falls back onto the silk, her throat completely exposed and vulnerable, her dark eyes rolling back in absolute surrender.
"YES!" she sobs out. "Leon!"
Hearing her scream my name shatters the absolute last thread of my control.
I give three final, vicious thrusts, and my own climax hits me like a goddamn freight train.
I bury my face deep in her neck, my teeth lightly grazing the sweaty skin of her pulse point as I spill deep inside her.
A ragged, heavy curse tears straight from my throat.
"Christ." I grip her hips in a vise, pinning her down. "You’re mine."
Forty seconds. I have to go. I remain buried deep inside her, my large body trembling with the massive aftershocks of the release. I hold her tight, making sure she absorbs every single drop of my marking.
"Don't forget this," I breathe heavily against her wet skin. "Don't ever forget whose you are."
Thirty seconds. The sirens are pulling up to the lobby downstairs.
I can literally feel the heavy vibration of the armored trucks traveling up through the steel skeleton of the high-rise.
I collapse my dead weight onto her for a fleeting ten seconds, breathing her in like a man about to be walked to his execution.
I press one last, lingering kiss directly over the bite mark I left on her shoulder.
"I’m sorry, Alessia," I whisper into the quiet space between us. "Forgive me."
Time is up. Now comes the part where she has to believe I'm the devil.
I roll off her abruptly, my icy, pragmatic mob-boss persona forcefully locking back into place like a steel vault door shutting.
I stand up next to the bed. My movements are sharp, incredibly precise, completely erasing any trace of the desperate intimacy we just shared.
The cold air of the penthouse hits my bare chest. My sharp ears catch the distant, faint screech of heavy tactical tires outside.
The heavy thud of breaching doors slamming open resonates up the elevator shaft.
Four men in the elevator. Maybe six. I need to fucking move.
"They’re here," I say, my voice totally dead of emotion. "The game is over, Alessia."
She watches me with a confused, sleepy frown, the heavy euphoria of her climax still heavily clouding her judgment.
Her brain hasn't caught up to reality yet.
I don't look at her. I turn to the steel bedside table and reach into the hidden compartment underneath the drawer.
My hand disappears into the dark recess and emerges with a heavy, cold object.
I wipe my face with my clean hand, completely erasing any trace of sweat. I execute the betrayal perfectly.
"Did you think this was forever?" I ask her, my tone dripping with absolute boredom. "You were always just a tool, Agent Heller."
I pull out the heavy tactical handcuffs.
The metal clinks loudly in the quiet room—a sharp, mechanical sound that cuts right through the smell of sex and sweat.
I loom over the edge of the bed, the predator once more.
Her eyes go completely wide as she sees the metal swinging from my fist, her body immediately trying to scramble backward away from me.
I reach out and snatch her wrist before she can even move an inch.
I test the ratcheting mechanism of the cuffs right next to her ear, the zip-zip-zip sound incredibly loud.
"Don't move," I command, locking the cold steel around her wrist and snapping the other end to the heavy metal frame of the bedpost. "You’re going to be a very convincing hostage."