CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Connor
“ Y ou keep this arm right here, Venom,” I say, pinning it to her side. “No matter how much you want to slit my throat while I’m fucking you.”
Oh right, her knives are locked up.
I keep one hand on her back, her face pressed against the brick wall. I watch her shoulders rise and fall with ragged breaths. Her feet are planted to steady herself, and she doesn’t look ready to kick me. She wants this. She’s addicted to me as much as I am to her.
Loosening my belt with my free hand, I say, “Hear that, Venom? I’m going to fuck you. You have three seconds to object. Say any word that pops into your head. No. Stop. I don’t have time for fucking safe words.”
“Don’t,” she cries out immediately, and the blood halts in my veins. “Don’t go. Don’t stop. Fuck me.”
Everything relaxes and revs up simultaneously. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me.”
With my cock free, I’m shocked at how wet it is. How I’ve already leaked so much precum from the swollen tip. I’m way too fucking aroused by this woman. It should scare the daylights out of me.
“Don’t move. I will fuck you,” I whisper while stroking my cock with one hand. The other lowers her leggings, and I’m surprised at how easily they glide down her smooth legs.
I nearly blow seeing her tight, round ass, the cheeks hanging out of her lace panties.
“Are these knickers important?” I breathe into her neck, rubbing my cock against her ass .
“No. Shred ‘em.”
“That’s my girl.” I stifle a laugh.
What woman talks like that? What woman gets her shoulder dislocated one minute and is dripping for sex the next?
My woman.
I remove a knife from my jacket, the blade glinting off the sun. With the dull side of the knife wedged into the seam of her ass, I slice the fabric down the middle.
Raina gasps. “God, yes.”
Fuck, I get the theoretical excitement of being with a virgin. Two of my brothers deflowered their wives, but there is something so fucking sexy about a woman with a sexual appetite that surprises me. And keeps me guessing.
“Spread your legs, Venom.” I’m hooked on her poison for sure.
Poison because she can kill me. She will certainly try again. I’ll be disappointed if she doesn’t.
I reach between her legs and dip my head into the back of her neck. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“I like pain,” she teases me.
“Good, because I have no patience to be gentle.” I slam my cock inside her.
I see stars from the combination of slick entry and resistance from her tight cunt. Easing out, I drop a wad of spit right on my length for extra lube, and then bury myself balls deep.
Holding her by the waist, I reach around to rub her clit. “Baby, keep your arm steady. I’m already close.”
“Me, too,” she says, tilting her hips to increase the friction between us.
“Fuck, this is so good.” I thrust as if my life depends on it.
Precum and her juices seep out of her wet pussy. The leaking combination spills onto my balls and drips down my thighs. As I continue to shove in and out of her, the back of her legs get just as messy.
That’s what we are. Messy and complicated.
But I can’t stop.
Won’t stop.
Ever.
Aw, fuck...
I used to finish with a woman, slap her on the ass to send her away, and go meet my boys for a pint. Now, the idea of being tangled with Raina again and again all day and all night has my balls tightening and throbbing like I’ve never felt before.
I won’t survive this orgasm.
“I’m coming. Come with me.” I tease her clit while my thick cock writhes inside her.
“God yeah,” she moans. “Right there.”
Her cunt contracts and tightens with the right pressure to wring all the cum right out of me.
“Whose cunt is this? Say it.”
“What?” she clips.
“You heard me,” I groan.
“Connor. My cunt belongs to Connor. Fucking Connor, I hate you.” She leans her head against my shoulder, rocking back and forth during the last waves of her climax.
“If it helps, I hate you, too,” I say with a kiss on the back of her neck.
We’re both lying.
But if that’s what it takes to get her back into my bed, I’ll let her tell me she hates me all she wants. Keeps things interesting.
I slide my cock out and grip it, shocked at how soaked it is. I want to take her back to my place and go at her again. But I came here to see Rhys and talk to him about Raina. Get his take. I need someone to tell me I’m not out of my mind.
Fucking an assassin hired to kill me in an alley in broad daylight with dead bodies I killed for her lying nearby means I’m fucking certifiable.
Now I have to call my team to get rid of these bodies.
And face Rhys, who kept his cool when I told him Raina broke into my apartment and tried to kill me.
I’ve been handling attempts on my life for a long time and brushed this one off as amusement.
Since he knew I already fucked her, he believed that I convinced her not to murder me.
When I added that I fucked her as a punishment this time, I heard a chuckle low in his throat. He didn’t ask me any more questions. I’m his boss, and it’s none of his business.
Raina slumps against the wall and then twists to face me. No, she doesn’t hide. She smiles like she’s proud of herself.
Mine. This one is mine.
This bird has surprised me at every turn. First, she was an unhinged DEA agent who fell into my bed without knowing who the hell I was and vice versa. Now, someone hired her as a contract killer to end me.
I have to be very careful on all fronts now. With her and my family.
I shove my wet cock inside my pants, drinking in her stare.
She winces when she reaches to pull up her leggings.
“Stop. I got it, baby.” I glide the stretchy fabric over her hips. “You said you dislocated your shoulder before?”
“Uh-huh,” she says with glassy eyes.
“You know what to do when you get home?” I lean in to her with my forehead against hers.
“I do. Now let me go.” She’s strong and defiant to the end.
And soaked with my cum .
She’s not someone who wants to be coddled, but I can’t deny I want an invite to go home with her. Her stubbornness will make it more fun to break her. Break her down until she’s a mess of want and need. Desperate for a fix that only my cock can provide.
Raina pulls out of my grip, and I let her go. I’ve gone too far.
She turns to me, all narrowed-eyed and thunderous. “My briefcase. Please.”
“How’s the shoulder?” I let my armor slip, showing that I actually care about this woman.
“Aching. But intact. Thanks to you.”
I’m about to hand over the briefcase when Blade and Jett strut into the alley. Nero, a new guard driving their Denali, backs up behind them to take care of the bodies.
“That was fast,” I say to Blade.
“I tracked your phone.” He gives Raina a polite nod.
“I’m getting her a taxi. I’ll be right back.” I don’t wait for a response from Blade or an objection from Raina.
On the street, I pull her in. “Can I take you home?”
She bristles, “Then you’ll know where I live.”
“I know where you live.” I hail a taxi as it comes down the street.
It pulls over, and I motion for the guy to roll down the passenger window. Handing him my credit card to swipe, I say, “Take her wherever she wants to go. And double the fare for your tip, mate.”
“Thanks, man,” he says and then hands the card back to me.
“You’re really letting me walk away?” Gripping the briefcase against her chest, she looks at her phone. “Rhys texted me the code.”
“You can open it right now and finish me off.” I fall back. “Do your job for a coward who won’t face me himself. ”
She blinks in surprise. “Nah. Then I have to finish off this taxi driver, too. And your three guards. I’m tired.”
With a wry smile, I open the car door for her. “Go home, Venom, before I throw you in the back of that Denali and fuck you again so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here.”