I hooked my fingers under her black thong, peeking out from her ruined dress, and stretched before letting it snap back, causing her to jolt forward, caught off guard by the sudden bite of the fabric.
“Break me?” she asked. I noted the slight tremble in her voice.
I leaned over her back, tongue trailing up her tattoo, when I heard her cuss in an unfamiliar language. It was only a matter of time before she was writhing beneath me.
Stepping back, I dropped my pants and underwear and stroked my cock. “Look at me.”
My fingers dipped beneath the high slit of her dress, pushing the thin wet fabric to the side, running one, then two fingers along her pussy. A soft whimper escaped her when I put pressure on her clit. “I want to make you feel good. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
Her nails dug into my arms as I slid inside. She seemed to tense. I wasn’t sure if she was enjoying the soft strokes or having second thoughts. It was the first time I’d noticed her hesitance.
“Hey, everything all right? If you—”
The woman’s eyes shot up to mine, the same implacable grin from before plastered on her pretty face.
With one hand at my neck, the other around my cock, she breathed into my ear, “Fuck, I knew you were a big boy, Silas, but consider me impressed.” Her tongue licked along the shell. “Grab a condom.”
I smiled against her lips and kissed her one last time before crossing the room to the dresser.
The box was unopened, and for the first time, I was glad. Something about this woman told me she would be different and worth every—
Fuck.
The weight of a body was on my back, arms around my neck in a rear-naked chokehold. The bitch knew what she was doing. Her technique was flawless, making it damn near impossible to break her hold, no matter how desperately I attempted to pry open her fucking hands.
“I’m sorry, Silas. But I wasn’t lying when I told you I was here on business.” I could only grunt in response as I stumbled across the room. “It’s nothing personal. I bet you would have been a good fuck. It’s too bad. That dick of yours is—” I slammed her body against a wall. One. Two. And three times, but her grip was firm. Black dots streaked my vision, and I knew I didn’t have long before I passed out.
“Shh, Silas. Stop fighting. You won’t feel a thing. I promise.”
With a guttural growl, I rammed her into the armoire, and the wood splintered on impact.
She cursed, her hold on me finally breaking.
Air rushed into my lungs as I drew in large gasps.
“You… crazy… bitch!” I panted, whipping around and gripping her shoulders. Blood stained and darkened her skin as it dripped from a wound on her side. “Did Cillian send you?”
“Please,” she begged, eyes glistening with tears. “I—I’m hurt. He forced me…”
“Were you really trying to fucking kill me?Kill me!”
She hung her head as I throttled her shoulders. “I had to… I—”
Her voice broke, and her following words were indecipherable. “You better speak up before I toss you out the fucking window.”
“I said…” She lifted her gaze. Even behind the tears was a glint of something I knew all too well. The look in her eyes was cold. Detached. “I always get what I want.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth, a sharp pain ripped a howl from my throat. I looked down to see the handle of a knife sticking out from my abdomen. But before I could gather my bearings, light exploded behind my eyes from a solid left hook to the face.
Another blow, this time to my gut, had me doubling over.
“Fuck!”
“It’s a shame,” she said as she pulled a small handgun from a strap on her thigh. “There’s something about you.” Lifting the weapon, she cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Maybe in another life, handsome.”
Having only a millisecond to react, I lunged for her, the whizzing sound of a bullet flying past me. My hand was on her gun as we both toppled to the floor. This woman wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen. She was well-trained and fighting me like a damn hellcat. Her fists were purposely connecting to the puncture wound on my side.
“Stop!” The sound of my backhanded slap echoed loudly inside the hotel room's walls. Dazed, her head lolled from side to side. I hated that I felt a sliver of remorse for someone who’d tried to kill me three separate ways in a span of two minutes. “Who are you?”
