Page 10 of Freeing Denver
Vince tugs me inside his room. The door closes behind me and he presses me against it, kissing me again. I squeeze my eyes closed, running my fingers through his hair, forcing myself to inject passion into the moment.
He pulls the zip on my dress down. Cool air whispers across my skin as the garment drops to the floor.
“Fuck,” he whispers, biting his lip as he admires the black lingerie. He runs his fingertips across the bruises on my ribs, my shoulder, my hips. Evidence that I survived something I shouldn’t have. His heated gaze meets mine. “Are you using me, Denver?”
My breathing is quick, and I nod. “Yes.”
He runs his tongue across his teeth, and his smile is wicked. “Money or power?”
I place my hands on his chest. “Do you care?”
“Right now? No.” He takes several steps back and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “How much do you want that power?”
I lick my lips. “Enough to do this.”
“Ouch,” he says, but his grin says he doesn’t care. “You telling me you’re not wet?”
“Only one way to find out. Get on your knees.”
He does.
Shirt unbuttoned, revealing a toned body and a heaving chest, Vince Capelli is on his knees for me. I step closer, my heels lending more height to look down at him. His eyes are greedy as he reaches out to grip my underwear.
“No touching until I say. Can you follow instructions, Mr. Capelli?”
“Fuck yes,” he says quietly, his gaze following as I circle him. “Do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
Oh, I will.
I run my fingertips across his chest, shoulder and back. “How badly do you want this?”
“So badly,” he whispers. “I’ve dreamed of this exact fucking moment.”
I stand behind him, running my palms across his shoulders. He groans as I glide my nails down his chest, leaving soft pink lines. “Did you dream I’d touch you like this?”
“Yes,” he breathes.
“And kiss you like this?” I whisper in his ear, kissing the lobe, just as I reach back and release my hair, the long locks draping over my shoulders and back.
He closes his eyes. “Yes.”
I run my tongue up his neck, ending at his ear. “Did you dream I’d kill you, Vince?” His eyes snap open as the first sharpened hairpin goes into his throat. The needle-like blade is buried deep, and his lips part, a quiet choke leaving his throat, the pearl tip of the pin protruding from his skin. A droplet of blood appears and eases down the column of his mouth. “That’s for Finn,” I whisper and plunge another pin into the other side. He jerks, blinking fast. “That’s for Ronan.” He tries to turn, but I grip his hair. “And this is for Colt.”
I yank out both hairpins and pull them across his throat.
Blood sprays. Vince lets out a gurgle, and I shove him forward, his chest meeting the floor. Red seeps across the ornate rug and I step back, watching him crawl for the door. He can’t speak, cry, or shout, so he thumps his hand against the floor.
But no one will come.
“Don’t you wish you hadn’t sent them all away?” I ask, blowing my hair out of my face as I revel in his struggle.
He spreads blood across the wooden door as he grasps for the handle, but his fingers can’t grip, and I watch in silence as he slumps against the floor and dies.
Chapter 2
Denver
Icheck my watch. Almost three. The shift change is at four, or at least that’s what Vince told me during our endless midnight texting sessions. Pretending to be interested in that man turned my stomach, and kissing him has me close to fucking puking, but it was worth it. I got Vince Capelli alone, something most people fail at. He upped his security massively after the attempt on Colt’s life in the restaurant all those months ago because he knew Colt would come for him. But all it took was a few days, some heartfelt moments and innocent selfies, and he was ready to fuck me.
