Page 61 of Redemption

Bella: Would it involve your dick?

Kilian: Baby, you better believe it would involve more than just my dick. I would have you begging for me to stop pleasuring you as I make you come over and over again. From my fingers, my tongue, my dick, toys.

I press my thighs together.

Kilian: I would fuck you ten ways to Sunday. You would forget your own name. And you’d be able to feel every place my dick was for a week.

I moan as I read his text. Really wishing he was here so we could do just that.

Bella: You are making it really hard to leave for work.

Kilian: You make me hard just thinking of you.

I grab my keys and lock the door, opening the umbrella as I walk down the front steps.

Bella: Even though it’s my birthday I would have no problem getting on my knees and letting you fuck my mouth with your dick.

Kilian: You filthy woman. I am about to walk into a meeting and now all I want is your lips on my dick.

Bella: Well I am walking to work and all I can think about is your cock pounding into me. So I guess we’re even.

Kilian: You shouldn’t be talking to me if you are walking outside.

Bella: It’s pouring rain. No one is around. I’m fine.

Kilian: I’ll talk to you tonight. Happy Birthday, beautiful. Be safe.

I smile as I shove the phone into my pocket. His words brightening my day.

I should have known texting in public was a bad idea but I feel like I make a lot of bad decisions when it comes to Kilian.

I cross the street as the rain starts to pour even harder. I’m only a block from the restaurant when a large body presses me into an alleyway and covers my mouth with his hand.

I try to grab the knife out of my purse but it’s ripped away and thrown on the ground. The umbrella snaps against the brick wall I’m thrown into, remnants of its spines digging into my back.

I am about to scream when I see my brother’s eyes looking into mine. I manage to pull his hand off my mouth. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spit.

He doesn’t let me go and pushes me harder into the wall. “What did you tell Giancarlo?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just tell me!” he shouts into my face.

“Ezio, you are going to have to be a little more clear.”

He grunts and I take him in. He looks wild. His beard longer than it was the last time I saw him, his hair grown out. It looks like he has been on the run but I have no idea why. “He came looking for me.”

I am utterly confused. “You work for him.”

He shakes his head. “He tried to have me killed.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Ezio. You know I don’t communicate with the family.”

He shoves me harder into the brick. “I know he’s sent Dante to talk to you. To make you do their bidding.”

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