“You’re sexy as fuck,” he said, lowering his face until it hovered directly over mine.
His dark eyes, the ones that went completely black when he was pissed off but could also be filled with such loneliness and need it broke my heart, locked with mine. The room was dark, except for the slices of moonlight slipping through the blinds. That was fine, I didn’t need to see him clearly. I knew every detail of his handsome face, from his mocha skin tone to his firm lips, mustache and low-cut beard, to the tiny mole on the right side of his nose. I knew how his dense, six-foot-three, two-hundred-and-eighty-pound body felt on top of me, how my thighs screamed when a long time had passed since I straddled him.
“And you tried to run from me,” he began again, pressing his whole hand tight around my neck.
“Vacation.” I hissed the word.
He shook his head. “Nah, see, ‘cause if this was just a vacation, my wife would’ve told me about it. She would’ve given me the address to where she was going, told me how long she would be gone, let me drive her to the airport. You know, normal shit like that.”
I struggled for the next breath, simultaneously squeezing my thighs together. “This … is … not … nor-mal.”
He chuckled, then pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re right about that. I mean, normally a man could come home after a long day’s work and climb into bed with his fine ass wife. Instead, I’ve settled for your one weekend a month. I’ve tolerated your need to keep our marriage … hell, our even knowing each other on a personal basis, a secret.”
He leaned closer, dragging his tongue over my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. I gasped as he squeezed my neck harder.
“But that shit ends tonight, Dakota.”
His tongue entered my mouth before I could argue back or attempt to since I could barely breathe let alone speak. I whimpered though. I couldn’t help it. The rush of pleasure soaring through my body at his touch, his scent, his voice. It was too much. It was always too much and at the same time, not nearly enough.
When his other hand roughly pushed the sheet away, pushed my thighs apart and found my swollen and wet lips, tears filled my eyes. Two of his fingers sank inside of me and I trembled.
“You’re gonna cum for me, my love. And then, we’re gonna go home and tell everyone you’re my wife.”
One tear fell and then another as he stroked me, his hand still applying pressure against my neck. “Cum for me,” he said thrusting his fingers in and out of me.
The sound of my essence on his fingers, the sight of him staring down at me, his eyes pleading for me to acquiesce, to give him what he so desperately needed and what I foolishly wanted, threatened to drive me insane. My mouth gaped open and he sucked my bottom lip into his again.
“Cum for me,” he urged as he hooked his fingers inside of me stroking that spot that now essentially belonged to him. “Dakota, baby,” he groaned, dragging his teeth along the line of my jaw.
Every nerve ending in my body came alive. My skin tingled, thighs trembled as he worked my pussy like only a man who knew every nuance of my body better than I did could. When I started to shake all over, more like go into convulsions, he grinned.
“That’s my girl. Give me that shit, Dakota. Give it to me now!”
The damn burst, and I tried to scream. He released my neck the moment my body began to seize, leaning in to whisper into my ear. “Breathe, my love. Breathe and feel it all.”
I did, sucking in a breath as pleasure engulfed my body like a firestorm. I breathed like I always did for him and only him. Then, I cried.
CHAPTER 3
FURY
I knew she was gonna be mine the first time I saw her at the abandoned warehouse down by the docks. She wore blue disposable coveralls, black gloves and matching blue booties on her feet. Her beautiful face framed by the hood of the coveralls was the only glimpse of smooth caramel-hued skin I was provided. It was her eyes, though … the wide, assessing hazel orbs, that connected with mine and sucked out every ounce of my soul. I swear I hadn’t been able to move, speak, or hell, blink, for at least ten minutes as I continued to stare at her. Later that night, after the bodies had been bagged and I’d talked to every one of the shooters who’d come running into the warehouse once they got word of a hit going down, I spotted her again. She stood at the back of the huge space talking to KC. As I approached, I saw that she’d pulled the hood off and unzipped the coveralls a little. Honey blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun at the nape of her neck. Medium-thick lips, unfettered by color from lipstick or gloss, looked kissable as fuck.
As I got closer I came to them, blood on my brother’s neck pulled my attention from the beautiful woman unaffected by the gruesome scene. “You hit?”
“It’s just a graze,” KC answered, shaking his head. “And before you start, I was just telling Ms. Donovan, here that I’m gonna run by Mel’s once this is all wrapped up and get it looked at.”
Putting a hand to his chin, I pushed his head aside so I could see the damage for myself. There was a patch of skin missing at the base of his neck, blood seeping out of it. I swallowed hard at the realization that a few inches to the right and the bullet would’ve gone into his neck, likely hitting his carotid artery. My brother would’ve bled to death.
“Donovan?” The name snapped my thoughts from the dark space they’d ventured to and my gaze found hers.
“Dakota,” she seemingly corrected me, before looking back to KC.
“Shamel and I went to undergrad together, so I know she’s wicked smart and a phenomenal physician. That means I’ll let you slide,” she told him.
KC gave her a nod and a crooked smile. “Thank you kindly,” he said with only about half the sarcasm that usually laced his tone. “She was threatening to toss me into the back of her truck and take me to the ER.”
He was indeed snitching on her. Similar to the way he used to do on me when we were kids and somebody from school bothered him. Until he got fed up that day in third grade and smacked Paul Renfield in the face with a textbook. That was the end of timid Keegan Mathias and the birth of the killer that stood beside me now.
