Stolen from the Hitman: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance(67)

Still, she pauses. “I’ve never—”.

“I know,” I interrupt her, and bring my hand to the back of her head. “Just open your mouth, and let your tongue fall over your teeth.” She’s so obedient, and her eyes twinkle in the dim light, excitement and relief mingling there.

“Hold onto the base. Firmer than that. You won’t hurt me,” I promise, and my lip twitches with a smirk. “Now bring your mouth to me.”

It’s amateurish, but when her sweet little tongue darts out and runs along my head, collecting the precum there, it ignites something in me. I’ve never had a person so intent on pleasing me like her, and certainly never someone who knew what I was capable of.

And within a few minutes, and a few more simple instructions, her head is bobbing up and down my cock like a pro. I taught her just how I like it, and several times she nearly made me buckle over in pleasure, but I hold it back.

I still hunger for more, to be up within that tight pussy of hers, yet the way she gazes up at me as she blows me...

I want to reward her diligent efforts, and I let myself come, coating her tongue in my seed. She’s taken off guard and pulls back, and some of it lances across her mouth, to which she giggles happily before swallowing.

“There was more,” she laughs nervously, and I nod as she wipes away my cream from her face. Her innocence and intelligence mingle, drawing me into her, and I can’t help but lunge for her neck once more, biting her and sucking upon her skin. She tastes better than any food I’ve had, feels better than any pleasure I’ve tried.

How one person could make me feel so strongly for them in such a short time is a complete mystery to me, but I don’t intend to question it.

I intend to mark her as mine. Again.

After just a few minutes of exploring her body with my hands and mouth, feeling over her slender curves and hearing her moans start rising once more, my cock is stiffer than ever. I grab her legs, spreading them, less gently than her first time. That time I wanted it to be all about her. This time, I want it to be all about us, exploring what really makes each other tick.

And when I thrust into her deep, she cries out with such a delicious moan, I know I’ve read her right. She wants to feel alive, and the perfect combination of pleasure and pain is what she seeks. I look down on her, keeping her gaze as my hips draw back, then push forward again.

With each thrust, her small breasts bounce, and I can still see that one is wet and glistening from my mouth. I push her ankle over my shoulder as my hand reaches down, tweaking that nipple again, feeling her pussy tighten in response.

“You like that,” I say, more than ask, and she whimpers in response.

“Is this bad?”

I shake my head.

“No, malyutka. Nothing you do could ever be bad,” I say, and I mean it. She relaxes into me, taking me deeper as her body writhes against mine, and before long, we’re meeting one another at the peak of pleasure, her cries sending me over the brink. A hot fire travels down my spine, flooding my body as I flood her depths, holding her flexible body pinned against me.

We pant for breath as we slump into one another, and I slowly slip from her.

I smile a faded grin as I lift her limp body, her arms wrapping around my neck in a loose grip, exhaustion having taken her. I take her back into our room, and pull the blankets up over her. Already there’s a look of serenity on her face. It’s an expression I’ve never truly seen on a woman before, and it scares me how much it makes my heart pound with desire.

Everything about her — about our relationship — is dangerous, and she knows that as well as I do. But we can’t help but collide into one another’s bodies again and again, and her expression right now... That’s what’s going to keep me coming back for more.

She doesn’t just want me for my body, or for what I can do to hers. She feels something far more deeply, far more pure than that.

I watch her as she sleeps, my fingers grazing over her jaw, over her shoulder, as I wonder if a killer like me even deserves something so pure and beautiful as love...

It isn’t until the morning sun crests the sky, bathing my sleeping angel in a golden glow that I realize I missed something. I shift, reaching for my phone and heading out onto the terrace to make a quick call.

“Felix, meet us in the lobby. I know where we need to go next. It’s… dangerous. I hoped we wouldn’t have to go there, but it looks like it’s our only choice.”



My car tears down the country road as I speed towards my destination, my knuckles white on the steering wheel, even if my black gloves conceal them. I might be too late already, if Maggie is where I suspect she is. And I wish I had reason to doubt my suspicions.