Kissing the Killer(30)

“In my line of work, you should always be prepared.”

She nodded and sat down on the rim of the bathtub. I leaned back against the toilet.

“What now?” she asked.

“Not sure actually.”

“I mean, you just killed a guy in your own mafia.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“He was going to kill me. That was all he wanted.”

“Yeah.” I stared at her, at the bruises on her face, the anger in her eyes.

“We need to get away,” she said. “We need to run. Do you really have that much money?”

“I do. And I think you’re right.”

She sighed, putting her face in her hands. “Fuck, Brooks. Fuck. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

I stood up and looked down at her. “Don’t be sorry.” I took her by the hair and tipped her chin back to look at me. “Don’t be fucking sorry. I made this choice. You never wanted any of this.”

She parted her lips. “Brooks.”

“Fuck. I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”

My cock was hard as fuck, raging against my boxer briefs as I moved my lips near hers. She didn’t flinch or move a muscle.

“Go ahead,” she whispered.

And so I crushed her mouth with my own, kissing her hard, every ounce of pent-up desire flooding through me.





14





Emma





His kiss flooded my body with excitement unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

The fear that had been there before was completely replaced with my need for him. My whole body hurt and ached where Abram had kicked and beaten me, but I didn’t care.

I’d wanted this since the moment I saw him, since the moment I knew he was going to save my life.

He was a killer; that was true. He was a violent, dangerous man, but he wanted to keep me safe. He killed for me, over and over again, and he proved again and again that I could trust him. He wasn’t like every other man in my life. He wasn’t just another thuggish asshole who wanted to hurt me and then fuck me over.

He wanted me. He cared about me. And I needed him.

I pressed my body against his, standing up. We stumbled backward and he turned, pressing me back against the wall. I gasped as pain and pleasure mixed in me and he grunted, clearly hurting himself.

But that didn’t stop him. He kissed me hard, his tongue touching mine, and waves of pleasure ran through me.

I knew I could trust him. As we kissed, I knew that even if he was a killer, I could trust him in this moment.

His hands worked along my body and pulled my shirt off. He glanced down at me but didn’t say a word about the bruises. Instead, he kissed my neck and his hands took off my bra.

“Fuck, girl. I’ve been wanting this,” he said. “You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t care how many times I get shot. I’m going to keep on wanting this pussy.”

I ran my hands down his skin, his shirt already off from when I bandaged him. I felt the hard muscles in his arms, carefully skirting along his bruises and his wound. He kissed me hard again, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples.

I felt how soaking wet my pussy was, practically dripping for him. I couldn’t believe that my body was even capable of this, but I couldn’t stop myself. He made me feel something I’d never come close to experiencing before.

And I wanted to finally feel a man. Brooks was a real man, a true man, the kind of man who could take my virginity the right way. I couldn’t believe it was happening like this, but I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

He slowly slipped his hands down my shorts and felt my soaking pussy with his fingers.

“You’re fucking wet,” he whispered in my ear. “You want this big cock. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he began to rub my clit. His fingers felt incredible along my skin, sending bolts of pleasure through me, my whole spine tingling like mad.

He began to work my pussy with his skilled hands, expertly rubbing my clit in soft circles. I gasped, moaning, not able to help myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and I still moaned into his mouth as I kissed him back. He began to fuck my pussy gently with his fingers, pushing them deep inside me.

“Fuck, girl. You’re tight,” he said.

“Oh shit, Brooks,” I gasped. “I should tell you something.”

“Right now?” He pressed his fingers deeper, and I moaned.

“I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex.”

He paused for a second, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes. I just, I haven’t been able to with any men.”

“With this fucking body, and you’re a virgin.” He grinned at me. “Fuck, girl. I think I can take care of that.”