CHAPTER 48
Blood splatters up the wall. “The fuck?”
“Rossi Enterprises.” She tucks her gun away, “It’s yours. Completely.”
“The hell are you talking about, woman?”
“I’ve signed it over to you in its entirety, Knox. It’s no longer under the De Luca name or Rossi’s, well, as soon as I hand these to the lawyer.” She plucks up the signed paper and slips it back into the envelope, laying it back down on the corner of the desk.
“Why?”
“So you can do whatever you want to it. All the money is yours, the company and the warehouses and the factories. Destroy it. Use it. You can do whatever you want.”
“Elena,” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“I told you I would make it right, this is how.”
“I didn’t want the fucking company.”
“Then get rid of it. Give it back. I don’t care what you do.” She steps closer, circling her arms around my neck before she presses onto her toes and kisses me. “But you now have enough money to bring your ranch back and some.”
I fall into the kiss, ignoring the cooling dead body slumped in the office chair.
It would be too easy to get carried away with her, especially when she slides her tongue between my lips, but it’s her who breaks away first, smearing her thumb over my lips to remove the red stain she left behind with her lipstick.
“I need to call cleanup. The building should be empty by now.”
“You sent them all away?” I watch her move around the office, tapping on her phone. She dressed casually today, in a pair of oversized jeans and a tight cami that molds to the shape of her.
“Mm,” She nods, seeming not to notice the way I’m devouring her.
“We’re alone?”
“Well, apart from the guys,” She looks up from the screen, “Why?”
I cross the room and stop in front of her, my hands balled into fists to stop myself from hauling her to me. “How’s the pain?”
Her eyes heat, “Fine.”
Cupping her face, I bend to meet her lips again and begin to walk backwards, until I feel the edge of the couch on the backs of my legs and then I sit, breaking away from her lips. She attempts to follow, but I grasp her hips.
“If it’s too much, you tell me to stop,” I rasp, “But right now, Hellion, I fucking need you.”
A flush creeps over her skin, “Okay.”
I work the button of her jeans and tug them down her legs, my hand pausing at the C-shaped scar on her thigh.
The legs of her pants are wide enough to go over the boots and for a minute, I take in the sight of her, in just that cami and those lacy panties that drive me wild, her long toned legs in those small, heeled boots.
A goddamn dream. Her raven hair tumbles down her back, a blush on her cheeks, with stormy eyes to rival a hurricane.
Leaning forward, I swipe a finger over the center of her above the lace, and her body trembles, a sigh leaving her parted lips.
“You make me fucking crazy,” I growl as I lean forward, pressing my lips to the material, right above her clit and that piercing. “You know that?”
“Yes,” She breathes.
Hooking my fingers into the side of her panties, I finally lay my lips to her hot pussy, the taste of her like ecstasy but those moans? That whimper? Fuck, it’s the only sound I want to hear.
“Put your foot next to me,” I pat the couch, “Open yourself up for me, darlin’.”
Her eyes flare, and with one hand on my shoulder to keep her balance, she lifts her leg and settles it on the cushion, exposing herself, and I am fucking starved.
Keeping her panties hooked to the side, I tease a finger at her entrance and flick the tip of my tongue against her clit.
Her hips roll into my mouth, and a long moan slips out of her, so I give her the whole flat edge of my tongue, letting her take as I slide that finger deeper into her.
A hand threads into my hair, holding my face to her as she rides it, taking herself to the peak.
Let her fucking use me.
Let her fucking destroy me.
I pump a finger into her at a steady pace, fucking her while she seeks her pleasure on my tongue and when she shatters for me, feeding me, I work her through it, listening to her cries like they’re damn music to my ears.
Gently, I lower her leg, lifting my eyes to meet her hooded ones as I reach for my belt and tug my pants down, freeing my aching and leaking cock.
She looks at it hungrily and moves to straddle me without a word, reaching between her legs to keep her panties to the side.
I guide my cock to her entrance, holding the base as she sinks onto it.
My head hits the back of the couch on a groan, the feel of her stretching around me, squeezing me, is almost more than I can fucking take.
It’s never enough with this woman. Not enough seconds or minutes or hours, not enough kisses or touches, not enough words.
I want it all.
She rolls her hips, my cock slipping from her just a bit before she rolls back, allowing me to thrust into her. The pace is torturously slow, and I am a desperate man.
“Please,” I groan — more like fucking whimper, “Elena.”
She tilts forward, lifting her hips to allow room, and whispers, “Then take, cowboy. I’m already yours.”
“Fuckkkkkkk,” I groan, hands grasping her as I thrust my hips up.
She latches her mouth onto my neck, refreshing the fading bruise on the side of my throat while I use her body to find my pleasure.
And she takes it so fucking well, her hot, wet cunt sucking me in, her arousal soaking me.
She lets go of my skin and moans against my neck, nails biting as my thrusts turn slower, but I go harder.
Our skin slaps together, sweat runs down the nape of my neck, and a tingle rushes down my spine.
I’m so damn close.
“Just like that,” She moans, “Don’t stop.”
Her body shivers as her pussy clamps around the length of my cock, pulsing with her climax, and I can’t stop it; it has my own barreling forward. I spill into her with a loud groan, rutting into her as I empty myself, fill her up and mark her as mine from the inside.
Falling still beneath her, she settles down onto my lap, cock still buried between her legs as we both breathe for a minute, skin slick, hearts racing.
Eventually, she climbs off me, reaching for her pants to pull them back up her legs, and I tuck myself away, wincing when I notice the dead body in the room.
Elena doesn’t seem to care though, not as she saunters back over to that desk and plucks the envelope from the top, along with her pen and then smooths out her hair and pats her lips as if that can remove the red stain my mouth caused.
A knock on the door steals my attention for a moment, but it’s Elena who opens it, allowing a crew in hazmat suits in.
Clean up.
“Take me home, cowboy.” She looks at me, waiting, and a chuckle rasps from my throat.
This damn woman.