I stared at Vincenzo Salvatore, not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me. Then he moved into the light and that familiar blank expression shifted into focus. Oh, yes, I was in the mood to fuck him. With a bullet to his cold fucking heart.
Smart in his charcoal suit, black button-down, gray eyes sharper than razor blades, he leaned with his butt against an office table, watching me. He was still a sight to behold, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have to put a bullet in him.
I clenched my fists wishing Crow had given me more than one bullet. Still, I had other means of bringing a man down. My skill had improved, and each night ended with practice. “Your test?” Of course, he would have a hand in this. Why had I not seen this coming? “What the fuck are you doing here?” I moved closer to where he stood.
“Come to fetch my wife, of course.”
Revenge burned through my body and I inhaled deeply to resuscitate my patience, biding my time. “Oh, I’m so glad you remembered you have a wife.” I turned to look out the window, preferring the evening city view. Vincenzo Salvatore didn’t get to where he was by being unwary, I’d have to be strategic if I wanted to get close to him.
“What’s wrong,bella. I thought you’d be happy to see me.” I hadn’t heard him come up behind me and his husky whisper in my ear, made me shudder. No! I silently reproached. While I accepted that perhaps after all the coldness I’d endured, my body just wanted some warmth, some feeling which he was bringing out in droves. But he wasn’t the man I should be wanting that emotion from. That’s not what I needed to feel. Not with him.
Anger kicked the patience out of my chest. “You sent me to hell, what do you think?” I snarled.
He trailed a slow finger up my bare arm. I shivered. “A miscalculation on my part.”
Miscalculation!He fucked with my life and called it a blunder. This time I shivered for a different reason. Unbridled rage.
I spun around, my fist flying toward his face. It met his palm. I let the other one fly, but he was just as quick to block it. Grabbing my arm, he swung me around. He grasped both my wrists in one hand, held them behind my back, pressing my breasts into the window while cupping my chin with the other and angling my head to look at him.
“Would you look at that, the kitten’s all grown up? Sharp teeth and predatory claws. What are you going to do with that,bella?” he mocked, sarcasm drenching his steel tone.
Without giving any thought to my action, I snapped my head back, rear-heading his chin and loosening his grip on me. Shaking one hand loose, I elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to release me completely and step back.
“What the—” he began but I was already dropping to my haunches and kicking out a leg, I side-swept his legs out from under him. As he dropped to his knees, I fell flat to my back, lifted my legs, and caught his neck in a scissor hold with my ankles. I twisted like I’d been trained to exert pressure on the neck. Glaring at him, I shifted slightly, locking his neck between my knees.
“I’m going to kill you, that’s what I’m going to do,” I ground out.
I was strong, but he was stronger. My training so far had only come up against Lotus, who’d been easy to drop. Vincenzo Salvatore, not so much. He twisted out of my hold, grabbed my hands, and holding them above my head, he pinned me to the floor with the weight of his body, swooshing the breath out of me.
Anger mixed with blatant lust burned in his silver eyes as he breathed roughly through his nose. Instead of disrupting his suave demeanor, his disheveled hair added to the sexiness, I shouldn’t be admiring. “I don’t hit women unless it’s for pleasure,bella. So don’t push my limits.”
I snorted a laugh. “What limits? What pleasure. You’re fucking sick. And what fucking limits. You take, you hurt, you kill. Only gentlemen have limits and you’re not one.”
For just a second, he looked taken aback and I wondered if I’d gotten through that cold firmness, he brandished to perfection. “You’re right. I’m no fucking gentleman and I fucking take. Right now, I’m taking this pussy.” My eyes widened as I began to struggle under his hold, but his free hand was already under the hem of the mid-thigh dress and ripping my panties.
“Stop.” I hissed. “Don’t fucking touch me, Salvatore, I’m warning you.”
His brow shot up and as if my threat amused him, his fingers stopped moving but the heat from them resting on my naked skin, messed with my mind. “What would you do if I fucked you right now,bella?” His lips, a breath away from mine, fingers on my pussy drew slow circles. So light, I would’ve thought he wasn’t touching me. Yet it was enough to make my inner muscles sing in tune to his roving fingers.
“I’ll kill you,” I tried to turn my head to stop that penetrating stare seeing right into my broken soul, there was only so much room for movement. Because every squirm made my body even more aware of his. We were pressed tightly together at every possible inch.
“And what makes you think I’m afraid of dying?” He dropped his head, his lips skimming my chin and when I jerked it to one side, he skimmed the other. Then his fingers on my pussy, delved deeper, dragging through my ashamedly wet slit and spread my arousal over my clit.
I bit down on my gasp, trying to breathe, to hold back the desire flooding my body, to hide what he was doing to me, from him. “I guess with all the sick things you do, you’d want to live, wouldn’t you?” I retorted.
He pressed his finger tighter to my clit, the circular motion speeding up. Given the length of time, since my body had felt a man’s touch and like any woman who’d react to a good-looking, sexually adept man, my body reacted. Heat flooding every inch of skin, pleasure igniting in every single cell, every muscle tightening with need. Then again, my body had only known two men and I’d accepted that where they were concerned, my body would never shut them out, even if tired, even if I was adamant.
“So, if I fuck you right now would that be considered sick?” His lips teased mine.
“Yes.” I gasped, annoyingly more from his touch than his question.
“And if I slide my tongue through your pretty pink folds, lick every drop of your sweet cum, would I be sick?” With one finger still working my clit, he slid a digit inside me, pushing deep and hard, heat shooting down my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I cried out instead of answering.
“Your body wants this,bella.” He moved, flexing his arm so he could push deeper into me. My stomach flipped and my chest constricted yet my nerve endings flamed, my muscles spasmed and my pussy cried for release. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
He forced a knee between my thighs, spreading them wider and opening my pussy to his touch. I felt the effect. The cold air brushing over my wet folds, his finger sliding deeper, his touch making me slicker.
