Chapter Two
Valentino
I stayed motionless as I looked through the slats of Chantilly’s inbuilt wardrobe like some perverted voyeur. Not that I suffered an inkling of shame. I’d done far worse in my life than watch a couple fornicating.
I’d lost count of the sex parties and strip shows I’d attended. Not to mention the hookers I’d shared with the Agostino brothers.
So why was this woman making me harder than concrete? I’d grown immune to other people’s…vices.
Live and let live was my motto—until they died at my hands.
The man—William, my mark had called him—had already taken off her pants and singlet, and I swallowed a groan as he stripped off her bra. Damn, her tits were glorious. That they were natural made my mouth water. I’d gladly kill to suck her pink nipples while squeezing her plump globes.
Then William drew down her thong and everything inside of me clenched.
Sucking her sweet little pussy was now my priority. I bet she’d taste divine, like a ripe peach grown by the sea.
My dick jerked, growing so hard it bordered on painful.
But then, I’d been aroused from the moment our eyes had met, the high-powered charge between us undeniable. When I’d sat at the bar and ordered a beer, it’d been clear she’d been affected too. Her breasts had rose and fell sharply beneath her black singlet, her trembling hands and wide, dark-chocolate eyes giving away her frazzled emotions.
William didn’t deserve her. Though he clearly enjoyed kissing her, he hadn’t made any move to taste other parts of her delectable body. Apparently foreplay wasn’t a part of his skillset.
I almost shook my head. Rookie mistake. Movement could end my concealment sooner rather than later. If I had to kill her, the least I could get out of this assignment first was a free sex show.
So why did my every cell vibrate with a need to instead kill the bastard who wasn’t giving his lover what she deserved?
Instinct overcame logic when I withdrew my revolver and I pushed open the closet door. William was rolling on a condom as I stepped into the bedroom behind him.
Chantilly’s gasp and wide-eyed stare was his only warning.
He rolled onto the other side of the bed, his latex-covered cock rapidly shrinking and his eyes bulging. “What the fuck?”
“Surprise,” I said in a low voice that throbbed with feral menace. I pointed the gun at him. “You have ten seconds to get out of here before I shoot.”
My lip curled as he scrambled to grab his clothes before hightailing it out of Chantilly’s bedroom, the front door then opening and slamming shut. That he hadn’t once looked back at Chantilly or tried to protect her spoke volumes. I should have damn well shot him. A pity I needed to get in and out quickly, with this job done cleanly and without suspicious noise or activity.
Chantilly slowly sat up, her tits and bared pussy making me groan.
Her dark eyes flashed with self-awareness, but she didn’t cover up. Instead she lifted her chin and said, “Sean sent you, didn’t he?”
I didn’t bother answering; I was too busy drinking my fill of her. That it wasn’t just her looks that attracted me was an irritation I could do without. I wasn’t like most other men. I fucked who I liked when I liked, then I walked away.
I’d never wanted more.
“Who are you?” she asked next.
I sighed heavily. It wouldn’t hurt to tell her my name. It wasn’t like she’d be using the information against me once she was six foot under. “Valentino.”
“I guess you already know mine.”
I smirked. “Chantilly suits you a whole lot better than Suze.”
“I change my name with each new location. One means no more than another to me now.”
She sounded so detached and distant, like her life still wasn’t her own.
That I was now a part of that made my eyes narrow, the heated ember inside a heady combination of fury and desire that only heightened my most fundamental need. I unzipped my pants, my released cock a cobra ready to strike.
She inhaled sharply, but otherwise appeared…fascinated.
Son of a bitch.
She should be terrified, begging me to show mercy. Instead her eyes shone like rich chocolate as she licked her lips, looking ready to devour me.
My heart jerked along with my cock, pre-cum glistening on its tip.
Curling my fingers around my bulging shaft, I moved my hand up and down in long, slow strokes. “Touch yourself,” I commanded hoarsely. When she didn’t comply, I tipped my revolver at her and growled, “If you want to live, you’ll do what I say.”
Though she glared fearfully at me, there were shades of lust in her eyes, with glints of gold inside the brown. She was as turned on as me! Or perhaps it was a coping mechanism, a way for her to survive. As the Irish don’s woman, I had no doubt she’d lived through many of these types of scenarios.
No doubt it was also one of the reasons Sean was so desperate to get her back. He’d shaped her into the woman of his dreams. She wouldn’t have had a choice but to submit and do exactly what he’d asked of her—until the moment she’d escaped.
She was years of training in the making, Sean’s personal plaything. But she’d disrespected him by leaving, made him look a fool in front of his men. A sliver of ice moved through my veins. His retribution wouldn’t be pretty.
At least I’d ensure her ending was swift.
Not that I was overwhelmed with guilt. I’d learned a long time ago to compartmentalize my emotions. It made it easier to live without a conscience, just as it made me the perfect fit for my job as a mobster enforcer.
“Is this what you want?” she asked hoarsely.
My shoulders tightened as she spread her outer lips wide then massaged her clit. But there was no faking her enjoyment. Her legs fell apart to reveal her wet, inviting core, her eyes glazing over as she stared at me staring at her.
I pulled my dick harder, wishing her wetness was my lubrication as my hand pumped up and down. And though I wanted to taste her plump clit and stick my tongue deep inside her, something held me back.
I frowned. What was I trying to prove? I wasn’t a gentleman, I wasn’t even nice. I killed for a living and protected dark-hearted men just like myself…men who I imagined were my best friends.
Men I’d kill for. Men I did kill for.
My balls tingled and lifted as she rubbed her nub harder. She was already pushed to the edge having my dick and revolver in her face, it wouldn’t take much to topple her over.
She wasn’t alone.
I hadn’t experienced this heightened level of arousal in what seemed like forever. Heat built in my spine and tingled deep in my balls, pleasure building so fast it threatened to spill from me before I was ready.
I wanted to savor this moment before ending her. I wanted—
Her lashes fluttered and she arched her back as she cried out. Fuck. Her orgasmic bliss was a sight to behold, as was her honeyed scent that infiltrated my nostrils. This woman meant nothing to me, and yet—
I stalked closer toward her, euphoria almost bringing me to my knees as my seed spurted out, covering her tits and her flat belly, a few beads catching in the runway strip of dark hairs on her pussy.
They looked like diamonds.
I was still breathing heavily after every last drop had been ejaculated, my dick now limp in one hand. I gripped my rock-solid revolver in the other. I could shoot her now and be done with it. Getting rid of her body would be less complicated than what I’d managed so far. Instead I muttered, “Stay there.”
After ensuring I rested the hammer of my revolver on its empty chamber, I reholstered it before zipping up my pants. Pivoting away from her, I stalked into her bathroom and wet a washcloth.
I returned to the bedroom, then sat on the edge of the mattress before I wiped my seed off her luscious tits. I had no idea if she liked or hated that I cleaned her, she didn’t give anything away. She’d become empty, void of any feeling or expression.
That she seemed too much like me now caused my usually sterile emotions to awaken yet again, the anger pulsing inside making me want to shake her, and tell her to keep fighting for her freedom and her life.
Instead I left the room to discard the cloth.
That I chose to leave the tiny specks of my seed on her pussy meant nothing. I was simply marking my territory.
Despite the fact I’d never stalled on any assignment given to me, a grin spread across my face.
Chantilly was mine…for now.