Chapter 6 #2
And I know I hit the bullseye. She’s been sleeping with losers her whole life. But that’s about to change if I have anything to say about it.
I lower my lips to her neck, my mouth coasting up to her ravaging pulse beneath. “I promise that when I fuck you—and I will fuck you—you’ll lose count of how many times you come before I do.”
She gasps.
“That’s right. I very much care about your pleasure,” I go on, peering back down at her.
“I wouldn’t come until you did. Over and over.
On my fingers, my tongue, wrapped around my cock…
until your body’s trembling, begging me not to make you come again.
But the son of a bitch that I am, I’d make you give me more. Until I’ve decided you’ve had enough.”
Her breath hitches, chest trembling against mine, her fingernails biting into my shoulders while my straining bulge rolls between her thighs.
“So how about you let me finish him off and you get those sexy heels back on? And after that, I eat your pussy, then fuck you bent over that bed.”
She lets a little moan slip while I grind my cock deeper into her core.
“Then…” I go on. “We can pretend we never saw each other. It’s a win-win for the both of us.”
Except there’s no way in hell I’ll ever forget about you. Wherever you go, I’ll find you. That’s a promise I intend to keep.
She clears her throat, flattening a hand against my chest and attempts to shove me off.
“Aww, that’s adorable.” She pouts, roughly trying to snap my hand away from her hair. “You think because you’re the man, you get to kill him?”
Before I can even respond, she finds just enough space to hit my damn balls with her knee.
“Fucking hell,” I grit, relaxing off her a fraction, giving her the chance to slide out and jump to her feet.
Without wasting a second, she grabs the blade from beside her and rushes toward Carl. The knife inches for his throat, her eyes fastened to mine while I slowly rise.
“He’s mine, Red,” I snap. “I’m the one who gets to kill him.”
With every step, I cut the distance between us.
“Sorry, but he’s mine. Finders, keepers and all.” She shrugs casually.
“Doesn’t seem fair.” My hands ball into tight fists. “I couldn’t seduce him like you could. I’m not his type.” I smirk.
She flips a single hand in the air. “Being a woman has its advantages, I guess. But look at it this way. I kill him, and it solves your problems too.”
“I’ve been hunting him for years.” I edge closer. “He’s mine. No matter how gorgeous you are.”
“I’ve been hunting him for years too. You’re not that special.”
But you are.
“What’s your real name?” I ask, needing it damn bad.
“Can’t tell ya.” Her tongue darts out, swiping across her mouth, and my cock jerks.
Jesus Christ, what is it with this woman?
“CIA?” I trek closer.
“I’m flattered,” she replies teasingly, throwing a palm against the center of her chest. “But if I were, you’d already be dead, and your body would never be found.”
“Noted.” I chuckle. “You sure know how to flirt, my little bambina.”
“If I were flirting with you, you’d know, but if you call me ‘Red’ or ‘bambina’ one more time, don’t go blaming me when you get a hole in your head.”
“I’d wear it like a badge of honor.” I jerk up the gun still in my grasp and point it right at her pretty chest.
“You know you won’t shoot me.” She shakes her head with a scoff.
“Are you willing to take that chance?”
She flames me with an exasperated look. “This is getting quite boring.” She clutches Carl’s hair in her grasp, tilting his head back. “How about this? We compare how much he stole from the both of us, and whoever lost more gets to kill him.”
My mouth thins into a flash of a smile. There’s no way he stole more from her or whoever she works for.
“How do I know you’ll be honest?”
“You don’t.” She narrows a snarky gaze, fitted with her amused expression.
“Fine.” I exhale a short breath of laughter.
“How much did he steal from you?” she asks, the knife slowly beginning to dip into his throat.
“Ten mil.”
Her self-satisfied voice echoes. “Aww. Well, at least you tried.”
With a quick twist of her hand, she punctures the side of his throat. Blood oozes down onto his white dress shirt.
If I wasn’t so pissed right now, I’d be even more impressed. She didn’t even flinch.
“He took twelve million from me.” She grins. “So looks like I won. Thanks for playing, though.”
“Fuck, Red.” I shake my head. “Really? I had a gun with a silencer right there.” I jerk the gun in my grasp. “Would’ve been easier to use it. I would’ve given it to you if you asked nicely.”
“Never said I was nice.” She drags the blade out and starts for me, drops of crimson spilling across the ivory shaggy rug, as though she’s doing it on purpose.
And she is.
“You like messes, don’t you?” I ask, my heart racing the closer her body gets to mine.
“And let me guess?” She takes another step until she’s right in front of me, gazing up. “You’re afraid of a little mess.”
With an arrogant look on her face, she lifts the knife and swipes it across my shoulder, the blood penetrating the cotton of my jacket.
“I’m not afraid of a damn thing.”
I grab her jaw in a rough palm, my fingers digging into the hollows of her cheeks as I walk her to the bed and throw her on top of it. Her dress gathers at the knees, the knife still perched in her grip.
“Question is…” I run the muzzle of my nine up her thigh, and goosebumps prickle her arms. “Are you afraid of me?”
My body presses into her, and she lets out a little gasp, then immediately catches herself, her face hardening. Because for a woman like her, it may as well be a sign of weakness.
I brush my thumb across her cherry lips.
“I’m not afraid,” she whispers, her breath hitching.
“Are you sure about that, bambina?” I ask huskily.
She swallows roughly, her gaze lowering to my lips, and hell, I wanna kiss her. Right here. Right now. With a dead man in the same room. I want to kiss the life into her frozen eyes and find out how good she sounds when she lets go. I bet she’s soft everywhere. I bet she’d like it rough.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs, her warm exhales fanning across my lips.
My grasp around her jaw slides lower, until I have her delicate throat in the palm of my hand, my thumb deepening into her wild pulse.
She doesn’t fight it. In fact, her body turns languid, allowing me the control.
“I have no idea…” I inhale her sensual perfume. “I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”
Her exhales are sharp.
“You captivate me, and I’m not easily captivated.”
I gaze back down at her, those eyes wild and begging me for something I shouldn’t give her. It’s like she’s afraid to ask for it. Like it would make her weaker in my eyes. Or maybe her own. But that’s the farthest thing from the truth.
“Is that another one of your compliments?” she asks in a sultry tone.
“It is, and you’re gonna take it. You’re gonna take anything I give you.”
“Is that what you think? Or is that your ego talking?” Her eyes turn sensual, lips parted.
“No, sweetheart. That’s your body talking.” My hand tightens around her throat.
I know we should get out of here before someone catches us, but I can’t focus on anything but her right now—this tough-as-hell, deadly, and equally as beautiful woman, who’s staring up at me like she wants this just as badly as I do.
“Been wondering what your lips taste like from the moment I saw you.”
“Oh yeah?” she breathes, lifting up her face, bringing her mouth so close to mine, it brushes against it. “And what do you think they taste like?”
“Like they’re mine already.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she whispers.
“Not yet.” I stroke my lips against hers.
My cock grows heavier when her tongue swipes into my mouth. I groan, wanting to lift up that dress and feel her warm and wet.
“I saw you checking me out on that stage,” she informs me.
“No, Red. I saw you long before, when you were with those two men you were talking to, pretending you were enjoying yourself. You like pretending, don’t you?” I arch my hips between her thighs on instinct, my lips hovering, almost touching hers.
I crave this woman badly. It’s like she’s drugged me and made me fall prey to her spell.
“Pretending is a lot easier than reality.” She utters the words on a whisper.
“And why’s that?” I dare a tender look at her because somehow, I think she needs it.
I drop the gun on the bed for a moment, the back of my hand brushing down her cheek and her brows snap with a fleck of emotion. Something haunting courses through her eyes, something that resembles a raw kind of pain.
But just as quickly, it’s gone, and that insolence is back on her features. “Because it’s the only way to escape it.”