Page 14 of Curse of the Bride Assassin

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DELILAH

Ithink the best way to get to know someone is torturing and killing together. You get to judge their technique and gain a deep perspective of how their mind works. Vincenzo’s technique is perfect. He practices what my dad likes to call the low-and-slow method—when you start smaller and ramp the intensity up until they’re begging for you to end their life. It’s my favorite, closely followed by a swift, painful beatdown.

He's also sadistic as fuck. He dug silver pins under Benito’s fingernails and beat him with a silver-dipped bat. He felt everything agonizing minute of his torture because the silver handcuffs we restrained him with blocked his magic. Watching the charismatic, funny man I’ve come to know over the past few hours let go and fuck someone up with reckless abandon was…hot. The malicious, evil grin on his face as he made Benito beg and cry for mercy made me weak in the knees. I was so turned on I almost dropped to my knees on the basement’s concrete floor.

After Vincenzo finished, I gave him a pair of earplugs and killed our captive with my wail. He had never seen a banshee in action before and seemed in awe of how I used my voice to murder people.

We gained some valuable information in between torture methods, including the names of all ten people who turned their backs on Vincenzo. We also gleaned that the Furrocious werewolf clan said they’d even consider becoming our ally if Mario could successfully take over. Needless to say, an alliance will not happen. The first thing I want to do after we take care of Mario and find my mom is hunt down their leader and make him pay.

“Thanks for letting me redo our date,” he says as he hefts Benito’s body into a bin for disposal in the morning. He zones in on the dried blood splattered on my dress. “We need showers.”

“Yeah, I have something sticky in my hair and it wasn’t like this an hour ago,” I say, internally cringing. Despite enjoying torture, I’m not a huge fan of bodily fluids unless I’m feeding.

He leads me up to the top floor with his hand on the small of my back. The protective, possessive gesture stokes my earlier lust back to life. I want to know what his hands would feel like against my bare skin. How hard they could grip me in the throes of passion.

He leads me to his room and gives me towels, a pair of boxer briefs, and a tee shirt. “Benito never got you clothes, so this is what I have that fits you. You can shower in my guest suite next door…or you can join me,” Vincenzo suggests, raising a brow.

Heat flares in his dark, cold eyes. He strips down to his boxer briefs, and I take everything in. His thick thighs, defined chest, and the smattering of hair on his chest. The colorful tattoos on his right arm jump out at me. He’s everything I find attractive rolled into the perfect specimen of a man.

So why am I scared to take this to the next level? I’ve done more with men I know less…

“Enjoy your shower,” I say, unsure of why I’m hesitating.

“Okay, but if you change your mind, come on in.” He turns around and drops his boxer briefs before he goes into the bathroom.

I get a full view of his firm ass and strong calves. His back is carved from pure muscle and covered in a mosaic of tattoos—skulls, flowers, daggers, blood, and geometric designs interlace to create a tapestry of art. I’m desperate to run my fingers over every inch, explore his body until I know it by heart. But wouldn’t it be weird to sleep with him? I just met him, yet it feels like I’ve known this man my entire life.

He leaves the door cracked open, and I can see his reflection in the mirror. His strong hands work soap over his pecs, down his abs. Then onto his arms. His muscles bunch and flex with every movement, and I’m dying to feel them for myself. Before I know what happened, I’m right at the door, peering through the gap like a stage five stalker.

He invited me in…

I can easily slip in there if I change my mind. Is it really too soon if he’s my fated mate? I waited my whole life to meet the man who was perfect for me—cosmically matched to me by fate Herself—before going beyond a casual hook up. Now he’s here and I’m not sure why I’m hesitating.

I hear a throat clear and look up. He’s staring at me, waiting for me to make a decision. I think back to what my mom always told me.

“You need to let yourself live. Experience the world!”

Meeting my mate is akin to the world being dropped right into my hands. He’s everything I’ll need—a romantic partner, best friend, and the perfect man for me. He makes me feel alive, and I should experience him.

I unzip my dress, pushing the sleeves off and letting it pool at my feet. Then I step out of my heels so I’m naked. There’s nothing to hide behind or shield myself with. His gaze rakes overme, and he takes himself in hand with firm, slow strokes. His cock is long, thick, and slightly curved. I want to taste it, feel it hit the back of my throat.

After entering the bathroom, I open the glass shower door and step under the showerhead. Water pours down on me, and he pushes my wet hair away from my face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps as he takes my hand and pulls me closer. “My beautiful, deadly girl.”

Vincenzo threads his finger through my hair, tilting my head up and taking my mouth in a passionate kiss that shakes me to my core. It feels as if all the stars are aligning. Like everything is coming together, and suddenly the world seems right. His tongue explores my mouth in a claiming way, running over each of my fangs. He backs me into the shower wall without breaking our kiss. His thumbs rub over my hard nipples, pinching them just hard enough to make me moan. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my sex into his hard cock and gasping when it hits my clit.

“Yes, beautiful, take what you want. Get yourself off,” he growls as he grabs my ass and thrusts the tip of his dick, creating a friction that makes me moan.

“Fuck,” I whine. “Oh fuck, Vin,please,” I cry, so close to the edge. So desperate for more so I can free fall into pleasure.

He pops his fingers into his mouth and covers them with spit before gliding them over my clit in fast, furious circles.

“Fuck, I wanna get inside your hot, tight cunt so bad,” he groans into my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you, beautiful. I’m gonna claim you and seal that mate bond.”

“Do it. Bite me,” I beg him as he gets me off. “I want it, please.”

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