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"See, that wasn't too hard." Sisi raises an eyebrow at me, taking my hand and leading me to our room.

We both fall asleep the moment our heads hit the pillow. Holding her close to me, I know that now that I've found my heaven I'm never letting anyone take her away from me.

33

VLAD

"You're sure he's dead?" I ask, using my foot to turn the body around.

"Yes," she rolls her eyes. "I hit him pretty hard." She crouches down, two fingers roaming down his neck to find his pulse point.

"You should have waited for me, hell girl," I groan, stooping down to check too.

As I'd promised Marcello, we'd done some research into the new priests at Sacre Coeur, and indeed, out of the two, one had been worse than the other, with a penchant for prostitutes.

After much debate, and arguments from my part, Sisi had managed to convince me to let her handle the priest by approaching him in public and asking him for help. I'd had a wire on her at all times as she'd led the man into a dark alley, and I'd been about to burst out too early a couple of times when his words had been borderline offensive.

I know that Sisi wanted me to trust her with this, but even as my mind knows she can handle herself, my heart cannot take the thought that she might be in danger.

It had taken everything in me to stay put and let her do her thing, especially as she'd told me how much she wanted to feel she was a part of the operation.

"I don't want to feel helpless, Vlad. Ever again. I like being in control, and while I appreciate your concern, you know I can take care of myself." She'd huffed at me, going in depth and listing all the reasons why she could deal with the priest on her own.

And so I'd stayed put until I couldn't any more. At the first sign that there had been a struggle between them, I'd bolted from my hiding place only to find the priest on the floor, out cold.

"The plan was for you to lure him away, not to kill him in plain sight," I add as I realize there's no pulse.

"Tell him that," she mutters under her breath, getting up and strengthening her clothes. "He was one second from getting too handsy, so I just hit him in his neck, like you taught me. I think I might have hit him too hard," she adds thoughtfully, looking down at the dead man.

"You killed a man with your bare hands. And I don't know whether to be proud of you, or mad that you put yourself in danger." I whistle, the sight of her in that tight skirt giving me a third choice—fuck her for making me both proud and mad.

She bats her lashes, slowly moving toward me as she steps over the corpse.

"Normally I'd ask you what you're going to do about it," she says as she points her finger into my chest, trailing it up my pecs and my neck and letting it rest under my jaw, "but I don't think that would be smart with a dead man at our feet. In plain sight."

"Hell girl." I catch her finger, already uncomfortably hard. "You're not playing fair," I growl as I feel her fitted to my front, my cock against her stomach.

My hand dips low as I drape one leg over my hip, feeling for her naked flesh as I move my fingers up her thigh, tracing the shape of one ass cheek.

"You know you make me hard when you talk corpse to me, hell girl. But when you're actually dropping them at my feet?" I groan, my thumb slipping between her ass cheeks as I move lower.

"I thought you'd enjoy the show." She has the gall to smirk at me, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck, her tongue peeking out to lick my pulse.

"Sisi," I close my eyes, my fingers already drenched in her arousal. "I'm one second away from taking you against the wall, right in this dirty alley where everyone can see us." My breath ragged, my dick painfully hard, I can barely control myself as I slip a digit inside her, feeling her snug channel strangle the life out of me.

"Would that be so bad?" she asks, her voice low and so fucking alluring I'm about to come in my pants just from the sound of it.

"Fuck, Sisi," I curse, shoving her against the wall. "Does that turn you on? People watching as I thrust into you? Or is it the dead body? You want to come all around my fingers knowing there's a fucking corpse at your feet?" I ask just as I push two fingers inside of her.

Her mouth parts, her breath coming in short spurts. My hand around her neck, I slowly massage the area before I move up, my thumb parting her lips and slipping inside her mouth.

"Tell me, is that what you want?" I thrust harder into her pussy, and her wetness flows down my fingers, coating my entire hand. I feel the way her body's becoming slack in my arms, her eyes wide as they never leave mine, her tongue playing with the tip of my thumb as she releases soft, mewy moans.

"Tell me," I repeat, wanting to hear exactly what she's craving.

No matter how depraved.

"You," she replies softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she pushes herself on my fingers. "You're all I want," she continues, sucking on my thumb as I finger fuck her pussy.

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