Page 97 of Hostile Secret
“And I’ll keep killing them,” he growls, his mouth pausing before my lips. “You know that's what I’m trained for. They have nothing on me. Blackwater is a fortress and you’d be better off in it for the rest of the summer.”
“Wait… what are you saying?”
Suddenly he uses the hand woven with mine to spin me around, so my spine is flush with his chest. My ass bumps into the solid length of his dick that’s straining to escape his joggers.
The expanse of his large, murderous hand swathes my throat and his mouth tips to the side of my face.
“Take a look, baby. I shot those bastards without breaking a sweat.” He forces my gaze back to the corpse. A prickle of fear injects my veins with the deadliest rush. This barely contained beast didn’t think twice about killing those men. “And I promise I’ll do it on repeat. For you. For the rest of your life.”
An addictive shiver runs through me. The troubling cause of it is not from fear––rather from the oath this man had just given me.
The hand on my throat releases and moves to the button on my jeans, expertly popping it and dragging the zipper lower. His fingers slip inside and meet my already damp panties.
“Is it the danger that gets you wet?” he says thickly.
I suck in sharply as wet heat builds where his fingers roam. I shake my head and bite my lower lip. “No… it’s you, Gio. You do this to me.”
His breathing hardens. “Then say it properly. Tell me what gets my naughty little whore so wet.”
“You do, Gio.” I pant breathlessly.
“No, baby.” He tsks. “Tell me why my little whore is soaked.”
My core clenches when he pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger. “Hmm,” I purr. “Your little whore craves your dick. When I’m alone in bed or at school––or next to you in the car. It’s the only dick I want, time after time.”
“Better… so much better.”
He nips my earlobe with his teeth and drives me forward until my knees hit the grill and my torso bends over the hood. Behind me, he lowers my jeans to my ankles and tugs my panties to the side.
“I’m always hard for my little whore,” he growls, putting a brief moment of space between us to drag his joggers lower, his dick walloping my bare ass.
I gasp when his fingers dip inside me. My cheek is pressed onto the hood, my body at a right angle, and completely at his mercy. “Tell me you don’t want to leave, and I’ll give you my dick.”
He fists my hair at the scalp and tugs my head back as he arches over me. I’m panting and my pussy throbs at the sound of his gravelly accent. “I can’t tell you that.”
“Wrong answer,” he bites out his response, clearly unhappy with my reply.
“I won’t lie to you, Gio. Dré and Letterman are my world. It won’t be the same without Reno, but I miss them. They’re a huge part of me and I want the life I had with them back.”
He lets go and seizes my biceps, roughly manhandling me around to face him. His extraordinary eyes are darker now and his hands slip under my armpits, heaving me upward until my bare ass cheeks land on the sleek paintwork.
Next, he yanks off the jeans shackling my ankles and positions himself between my legs. Hollowing my cheeks, he brushes the tip of his nose with mine, inhaling deeply.
“That life doesn’t exist anymore, baby,” he says against my lips. “Nothing is the same for any of us. You’re a target now. Wherever you go in the world, they’ll hunt you. I’m the only man who can take them on and win, which means it’s better for everyone if you stay at Blackwater until this mess is sorted out.”
I frown. “Better for everyone?”
“Dré’s wife is pregnant and they’re trying to find their feet in Sicily. They don’t need rogue sicarios sniffing around. This way, I get to keep everyone safe.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, somewhat saddened by the truth and a little terrified. I would only bring danger to my family’s door.
“Tell me you want to stay, and I’ll fill your perfect little cunt up just how you like it.”
My pulse skips. Of course, I’d like to stay. But what sort of life would I have with this man? I can’t even have a sleepover at a girlfriend's house without him throwing his weight around.
My hands move from his solid shoulders to the thick hair on the top of his head, delving into the messy lengths as I think. Being this close to him feels good. Better than good. I’m safe and content.
His fingers skate from my cheeks to my throat. Our foreheads butt and I block out the fact we’re outside in the open, at the side of the road, feeling hot and horny beside a few dead guys.
