Page 20 of Hostile Secret
Between the intermittent flashes of lightning, darkness veils the color of her skin. If I drew the drapes and switched on the lights, her cheeks would undoubtedly be a whole new shade of red.
“Do you know what an asshole with a dick in it actually looks like—or feels like?”
She blinks at me, towering over her from the side of the bed. “I hate you, Gio.”
“Good. Now that we have that cleared up…” I shove my chest into the gun, hard and forceful, taking her by surprise.
While she flounders, I grab onto it and twist her aim sideways, forcing her head low to the mattress. “Do as you’re fucking told, niñita, and we won’t lock horns.”
She growls at me, her teeth bared, and her grip tight, refusing to let go of her high caliber toy.
“Why did you come into my room?” she hisses.
Ignoring her question, I easily wrangle the weapon from her fingers and throw it onto the floor behind me. The heavy thud makes her momentarily flinch and then she launches herself off the bed in a bid to win back her cell phone I’d pocketed in my sweatpants.
Our bodies collide like battle shields. Power courses through my veins as she grapples with the jersey material close to my boner.
“I want my phone back!”
I easily take control of the situation and pin her arms by her sides. Fixed in place before me, I observe how the exploding flashes of light highlight her annoyance.
If she continues to fight against me, I’ll ram my dick in her windpipe until she chokes out the name of the guy she’s sentenced to death.
That secretive fantasy shivers through me. “I asked you a question, niñita.”
She should have learned from the first time we went head-to-head that I would win. Physically, I’m stronger, even if my mind is plagued with the desire to punish her sweet little mouth for thinking I’d be easy going like André.
I blame him––and Reno, for forging such a dauntless creature.
Except she hasn’t experienced the darkness inside of me––not yet, anyway.
She manages to wrangle free and tries to tackle me using the jiu jitsu moves that come naturally to her. I dig deep into the years of conditioning I’d endured, effortlessly overpowering her again until she’s flat on her back and secured underneath me on the carpet.
I straddle her narrow hips and cuff her wrists to stop her arms from flailing. She could pack a mean punch, and I’m thinking she needs to be tied up for daring to lash out.
The sensation of her pelvis rutting into me suffocates every death-dealing cell in my body. I’d never kill India, not when she sucks me into a high-powered sexual vortex that’s impossible to escape.
“Who were you speaking to on the phone, niñita?” She presses her lips together and continues to wriggle beneath me.
Her refusal to speak zaps my thinning patience. I hover over her, so my face is right up close to her flawless complexion. Close enough to count every fluttery ebony eyelash framing azure eyes and sense her ingrained willfulness mount.
Jesus fuck, what a rush.
“Fine.” I begin, my veins charged by her defiant attitude. “I’ll take your phone with me, trace the number and shoot the fucker in the head before you’ve eaten breakfast.”
The extraordinary voodoo color of her irises illuminates to a shade so vivid it makes me think she’s an angel. It’s a specific tint of uncorrupted blue that I’d never encountered before.
Her fight breaks for a few seconds as a flurry of transient thoughts change her expression. Well-defined brows nip together and a guarded gaze locks onto mine.
Suddenly, I’m aware of the heavy sadness within her. The power of it hits me like a sucker punch, as if it's my sorrow too.
“You can’t kill someone who’s already dead,” she whispers and looks away.
Reno.
I release her hands, but continue to bear down, not allowing her the opportunity to escape me. I’ve enjoyed this gutsy side of her personality and tonight I’ve even dared myself to fully dominate it. It’s these half-naked battles of ours that send my pulse through the roof and have my sex drive firing on all cylinders. But in this moment, the obvious pain in her heart slays me.
Another electric flash strobes the room, highlighting the ripped buttons on her top and a pair of juicy bare tits peeking out at me. My dick throbs for this woman, the solid shaft becoming painful and in need of a release.
