Hitman's Captive: A Bad Boy Romance (18 page)

Leo came back over me,
and it was as if he’d never disappeared, warmth of his skin pressing down into
me as he took possession of my mouth again. This time he didn’t stop there, and
his hands trailed down to cup my breasts, sending spasms of pleasure through me
and making me arch up into him. I gasped helplessly, my pulse pounding hard
through my body and making me ache with need. My hands gripped his shoulders as
he finally left my mouth with a last nibble, working his way across my jaw,
down my neck, to the exposed skin waiting for him at my throat. He licked and
kissed and teased, and I’d never known such an innocent place could ignite such
fierce desire.

“Leo, please…” I moaned,
wanting and needing so much more.

His eyes flicked up to
mine, heat smoldering there. “So impatient…don’t worry, princess, you’ll get
what you need - in my own time.”

I groaned, desire making
it impossible to voice my frustration.

Infuriating asshole.

I tried to summon the
urge to remind him that this was about me - my first time - and I damn well
knew what I needed right now. But as he bent his head back down to drive me
crazy once more, I knew that what he was doing
was
for me. I could feel
it in the way he touched me and the intent focus of every little thing he did -
this was all about my pleasure. That was an intoxicating feeling, and with a
small moan I let my head sink back onto the bed and gave into the relentless
teasing.

He moved down my body
slowly, removing my clothes as they got in his way. His mouth kissed everything
his hands had caressed earlier - my shoulders, my sides, my stomach, my hip…but
as much as I thrust up towards him, he kept my aching, full breasts waiting. It
was only after he’d shifted my jeans off me, leaving me in just my bra and
panties, that he at last looked up with a predatory hunger.

My own expression felt
glazed with passion and it wasn’t until he was hovering back above me that I
noticed him reach around and undo the clasp of my bra. He slipped it off with
an ease that spoke of long practice, exposing my bare breasts to the heat of
his gaze. They strained upwards, eager for his touch, and Leo
finally
obliged.

One hand came up to cup
my thin panties, and sparks exploded within me. He didn’t do anything - just
let me feel the strength of his palm there, where I desperately needed
attention - but it was enough for me to feel the moisture slick against my
panties and the strength behind his touch. I gasped, but before I could adjust
his head dipped, warm breath caressing me and making my already hard tits
throb. His mouth followed immediately after, warmth closing around me as he
sucked and nibbled at them, sending electricity coursing through to where I
squirmed against his firm hand. My breath was coming hard and fast now, while
he drove every thought from my mind and had me gasping and moaning.

This was so far beyond
what I’d imagined that my fantasies seemed gray and dull compared to what he
was doing to me. He spent enough time teasing and nuzzling against my breasts,
shifting the hand that held me captive just a little at the right times, that
everything inside me was building faster than I thought possible. Heat gathered
in my stomach and a perfect tension seized me as I gave myself over to his
attentions.

When he finally started
wandering lower, his mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses down my stomach as it
slipped to meet his hand, I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Then his mouth
hovered where his hand had been a moment before, and the breath that had
caressed my breasts now whispered against the wet patch on my panties. I
shuddered, hard, and heard his dark chuckle below me.

Then he nuzzled forward,
his mouth pushing the panties over my entrance and the
fucking-fantastic
sensations had me crying out. The friction of the fabric against my most
sensitive places, the warm heat of his mouth and my wetness mingling with his
own.

“You taste beautiful,
princess.” His deep voice vibrated through me, making me moan again, even as my
mind barely comprehended what he was saying.

He didn’t stop even as
everything inside me started building to a crescendo, shudders ripping through
my body as he licked and nibbled against my pussy. I hadn’t ever imagined
someone would do that to me…before. But it was better than anything I could
have asked for, and as his tongue finally pushed the wet fabric to the side and
I had my first taste of feeling
him,
I cried out. My moans were coming
constantly now, even as I uttered nonsensical words - his name, pleas for more,
less, everything in between.

His tongue pushed up
inside me, flicking up to tease the bundle of nerve endings there before
dipping in to give me a hint of what it would be like to be properly filled.

“Ohh, fuck…” I couldn’t
restrain myself, becoming crude as I let the relentless pleasure rip through
me.

Everything exploded at
once, far quicker than I could have believed, and I was thrown into the most
violent climax of my life. It tore through me, nerves alight with everything he
was doing, and still he didn’t stop - even as I bucked against him and cried
out helplessly. My hands came down to grip his head, pulling him into me as I
ground against his face. I didn’t care about anything except this overwhelming
pleasure - and he took it all, his hands circling my hips and steadying me as
he sucked my climax from me, taking every sweet undulation of my body without
breaking stride.

By the time I came down,
I was whimpering and he at last withdrew a little, a satisfied smile on his
face. He slipped my panties from me while I was still surrounded by a haze of
passion, and then came back up to caress the damp strands of hair away from my
face. I could see my juices on his face, and impulsively, I leaned in to kiss
him.

He tasted of deep
masculine strength mixed with my own sweetness, and it was an aphrodisiac that
had me clinging to him, moaning as he deepened the kiss and held me gently.
When I came up to look at him though, his expression was anything but gentle -
full of a deadly intent that set my heart beating wildly.

“That was just to make
sure you’re ready for me, princess.” He murmured, his voice a seductive promise
I couldn’t possibly resist.

I whimpered, not sure how
much more of this bliss I could take as he moved into position over me. I was sensitive
and could still feel my pussy spasming from what he’d done to me, but at the
same time, the ache there had deepened. However intense it was, I wanted
nothing more than to feel him inside me. To be full and stretched and complete.

He pressed against me,
and as I gasped at the hot shaft there, I realized with slight shock that
somewhere along this his pants had disappeared, and from the slick sensation,
his cock was covered and ready. Had I really been so lost in what he was doing
to me that I’d missed that?

Yes. Absolutely,
definitely yes.

I tugged at his t-shirt
suddenly, trying to get the tight black material off him as well - I’d spent
too long fantasizing about those hard muscles to want to see anything else. I
caught a cocky grin before he obliged me, and then I moaned as my hands glided
across the ridges of his chest. My eyes flicked across the tattoos I’d already
caught glimpses of and I pressed upwards into him, again overtaken by lust.

His mouth met mine as he
rocked slowly against me, still outside my desperate, needy pussy but letting
me feel the size and length of him. My eyes widened slightly as I suddenly
understood just where all that cocky arrogance had come from.

Leo obviously had the
experience - and equipment - to know what he was doing. My breath stuttered out
of me and I felt a small thrill of anxiety as I wondered whether I could really
handle
that
.

He met my eyes knowingly,
then his lips curved in an arrogant smirk and he started teasing me with his
mouth again, trailing kisses from my mouth to my breasts before taking them in
entirely, tongue lashing circles around my tits. I cried out and jerked up into
him again, every inch of skin feeling alive with pleasure, and the deep ache
inside me grew until any concern over his size was forgotten and I just wanted
to
feel him.

Even so, he kept me
waiting, drawing it out until the heat that had already exploded out of me
started rising up inside again. I was squirming against him, my throbbing pussy
pressing against his hard, naked cock in need and watching him shudder as he
tried to maintain control.

Then he finally
positioned himself against me, and my body tried simultaneously to tense and
relax with the anticipation of what he was about to do. His mouth swept down to
catch mine at the same time as he slowly pressed inside me, driving away all
thoughts of the brief flash of pain I was expecting. To my surprise, if that
came I didn’t feel it - I was too wet and desperate to notice anything other
than the delicious friction of him sliding inside me, with my tight, narrow
space stretching for him. He went slow, hands still caressing my head and neck,
mouth on mine while I tried not to scream with the pure intensity of it.

I was filled beyond
belief, and every craving and fantasy felt completely satisfied as he paused
deep inside me, letting me adjust and shift around him. Every slight movement
of our bodies sent sparks of sensation running through me, and I was breathless
and gasping already, crying out his name again and again. Then the throbbing
thickness inside me started moving, slowly pulling back so he could do it all
over again. This time I couldn’t help the scream, and I threw my legs around
his hips instinctively, wanting to draw him closer, desperate to have him back
in - to feel him thrusting, fucking me.

I don’t know what I said,
but it was enough for that powerful expression to harden and intensify - and
then he finally gave me what I’d wanted all along. He gripped my shoulders and
stopped holding back, starting to thrust properly into me and making every
nerve sing with pleasure. He was larger than I’d thought possible but somehow I
took it all - loved it all - and arched up into him again and again. I was
full, and stretched, and so used that my mind felt overloaded with sensation,
but it was everything I’d wanted. And so much more.

Then he picked up the
pace, and I felt him throbbing inside me, saw the tension along his body as he
became too caught up in it all to stop anymore. That overpowered everything,
and I was lost in heavy, building pleasure - the tension and heat thrilling
through my stomach and down into every part of me. I could hear his ragged
breathing as I grunted and moaned his name, knowing that I was moments away
from a climax higher than I’d ever thought possible.

“C’mon, princess, let me
feel you…want you milking my cock with what I’ve done to you…” His voice was a
deep growl in my ear.

That image, with his
words shivering down my spine, was more than I could handle. I let go, and flew
over the edge I’d been approaching, screaming as my vision whited and my body
spasmed with pleasure. Waves of intensity washed over me, and almost distantly
I heard his answering grunt, then he bit down on my shoulder as he thrust hard
inside me, his cock twitching as my own climax squeezed and spasmed against it.

I clung to him as I came
down, my whole body tense and still shuddering with aftershocks, and he gently
nuzzled and kissed any spot his mouth could reach, supporting us both on the
bed as I found my legs and arms unable to disengage from where they were
wrapped around him. I was still moaning, and it took a moment to notice my
throat was dry and sore as I tried to get my breathing back together.

He gave me a moment, and
then turned us both to lie down against the bed, sliding out of me and slipping
behind me to pull me against his chest, now slick with sweat. I nuzzled into
him, inhaling his masculine musk mixed with the scent of sex, and shuddered
again.

My whole body felt
languid and relaxed, and my mind was too far gone to even begin comprehending
what we’d just done. He murmured something into my ear, but it took a few
moments for it to register, the smug satisfaction obvious.

“As I promised,
princess…I’ll always make you scream.”

I shuddered at the
seductive arrogance in his voice, a wave of contentment overtaking me as I
snuggled back against him, pulling his arms tighter around me. It was
everything I’d ever dreamed - far more than that. And so worth it, despite
whatever risks my reckless decision might bring.

Just don’t think about
what he meant by “always”.

Chapter Fourteen

Leo

I lay back as a satisfied
smile played across my face, letting the wave of contentment wash over me as I
stroked Alessa’s thick, glossy hair. Her head was pillowed happily on my chest,
with her hand tracing the lines of my ink yet again. It amused me how much she
seemed to enjoy that, but there was something nice about it too.

I always felt an element
of satisfaction after a good round of fucking - there was something unique
about truly pleasing a woman and seeing how much I could drive them crazy - but
the last few days had been deeper than that. Even with all the time I’d spent
fantasizing about it, I couldn’t have prepared for how good it felt.

After I’d shown her the
kind of pleasure she’d been missing out on, Alessa had been as insatiable as I
could have asked for. I’d spent a far-too-enjoyable time taking our passion to
ever-higher levels and making up for her lack of education in a way that would
make most experienced women blush. As I’d always known, she’d been more than
willing - the fire she’d shown resisting me all this time creating another kind
of spark in the bedroom and matching me with each dark, seductive promise.

I wouldn’t have believed
it would be much fun having the same woman stick around, but Alessa was proving
me wrong every day - multiple times. Even with the knowledge that time was
probably running out, and I’d have hardened killers chasing after me at any
moment, it was almost impossible to drag myself away and get anything done. And
when I did…she’d sidle up to me, give me
that
look and ask if I was
really
busy.

Fucking tease.

It was a good thing that
I’d already arranged the appointment with my accountant - and it had to be in person
- or I’d be sorely tempted not to leave the bed today. And since dawn was only
just starting to creep around the edges of the thin curtains at the window,
that would be saying something.

I glanced down at Alessa
with a smile at the thought - turns out, being woken by a screaming orgasm was
good enough to get over her aversion to early mornings. And then of course
there were the nights we hadn’t slept at all…

All my hard-earned
discipline seemed to have abandoned me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Maybe I was ready for retirement, after all.

If you find a girl like
Alessa—no, don’t go there.

I kicked that thought out
of my mind as soon as it occurred to me. There was nothing good that could come
from thinking that way. This was just a bit of fun - something new, exciting.
Different. And it would be over at any moment now.

“Leo, huh?” Alessa’s
voice provided a welcome distraction and I glanced down to see her tracing the
lion tattoo on my chest. “The lion - is that what they call you? Fierce predator
and all that.”

Her tone was light and
teasing, but I didn’t mind it - especially because she was poking fun at
something I’d long thought ridiculous. I caught her hand and brought it to my
mouth, kissing the pads of her fingers that had just been on my chest, then
biting lightly and watching her expression darken with the desire I’d sated
only moments before. Gods, this woman was so expressive. It was a delight.

“No,
Leo
came from
the overly-superstitious woman who found me on her doorstep on the 23rd of
July. I imagine she was looking for the horoscopes in the local paper and I was
a surprising addition.” My tone was sardonic as I traced the soft curves of her
body with my eyes, the fall of the covers offering tantalizing glimpses and
distracting me. I was long past caring about the circumstances of my
abandonment, and it couldn’t even come close to holding my attention when
competing with Alessa’s close, naked body.

“Oh…” Alessa’s response
trailed off and she stiffened slightly at the words, shooting me an uncertain
glance. It only occurred to me then that to her, the comment might be a little
more alarming. She shifted, obviously uneasy about how to respond to something
like that, and I cursed myself for making it awkward. I wasn’t used to talking
about myself, and the things I let slip out around Alessa often took me
completely unaware. Must be her seductive charms distracting me.

Shifting us so I was
leaning above her, propped up on an elbow and letting my hand play in the hair
at her temple, I gave her a slow smirk and diverted her attention away from
what I’d just said, continuing to answer her question instead.

“I never stick around
anywhere long enough to get a nickname,” My mouth hovered over hers, nibbling
along her lips as if my casual conversation whispered all the things I was
planning to do to her, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be a lion. They’re pack
animals at heart, hunting in groups, fierce…loyal…not me, princess. I don’t
need anyone else to keep me alive, and I have no tolerance for the sort of
politicking it would need…vying for dominance, all that…”

My voice trailed off as
my mouth and tongue wandered down her neck, enjoying the way she shivered under
me.

“So…what would you be
then?” Her breathless voice came in my ear, and I watched as her eyes glazed
over with passion, satisfaction creeping through me.

“Maybe a viper…” Her hand
went to the tattoo on my side immediately, my skin dancing under her touch
against the crisp, clear lines of the venomous serpent.

The lion was older and
rougher, inked when I’d been young and stupid enough to think that it would be
cool to have a tattoo that matched up with my name - and less funds to pay for
real art. It still pleased me though, a reminder of where I’d come from, just
as surely as the others reflected later thoughts and feelings.

I continued as my mouth
nuzzled against hers, keeping my voice low and watching the spark in her eyes
as my body shifted closer to her. “Deadly and venomous….silent…unseen…” My
fingers whispered across her skin with each word as my intensity grew, “At
least, until it…
strikes.”

My hand caught her tit in
one sharp pull with the last word, and she let out a short scream as the tense
atmosphere broke, jerking up against me and giggling breathlessly. I chuckled,
the sound deep in my chest as I took her mouth in mine again and tasted the
sweet warmth there, surprised by the unexpected burst of playfulness.

My bedroom games had
never involved actual
playing
before. They were hot, and passionate, and
intense at times, but nothing more than that. Simply both of us scratching an -
admittedly very enjoyable - itch. And aside from the occasional bit of
dirty-talking, there was rarely any conversation.

But it was different with
Alessa - maybe because we’d spent enough time together before we started
fucking. Maybe because she was the only woman I’d actually enjoyed talking
with…even if it had started out as simple provocation and outrage.

I shook my head to clear
it, too interested in what was writhing beneath me to care. I moved on top of
her now, pinning her under me and seeing the light flicker in her expression as
the covers fell away. Her hands roamed over my chest and back - less
exploratory now and more urgent.

“So…you want me to start
calling you Viper now?” She teased, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she
looked me over.

I snorted in response,
shaking my head. “I’m just glad you moved off
asshole
and
bastard.
”

Her eyes gave me a clear
“
wanna bet?”
look, but I didn’t give her the chance to voice it. I
lowered myself until our skin was almost touching, just an inch separating us
and her sweet warmth sending lust coiling through me. I let my expression turn
a little serious for a moment as I considered, the glimmer of amusement still
shining in my eyes as they held hers.

“I actually think those
animal nicknames are stupid. You know why?” I didn’t give her a chance to
respond, my hands starting to work her body, holding her breasts and letting my
thumbs roll over stiffening tits as she gasped. “Because there’s nothing more
dangerous…more deadly…than a man.”

I took her mouth in mine
again, penetrating hard with my tongue and then running one hand down her lithe
stomach to cup her pussy, slipping one finger inside and letting her feel my
claim.

She bucked against me,
gasping, and I had no idea whether she was still following the thread of our
conversation, but I continued anyway. “What else…ever kills in cold-blood? No,
princess, none of those so-called predators have anything on a man…well
trained…and intent on…his purpose.” My lips hovered at her ear now, and I
finished with a murmur, “Just let me show you.”

Then I abandoned any
further thought of talking, my mouth lowering to capture her tit in my teeth,
tongue lashing it while she cried out below me, fingers digging into my
shoulders. I still had scratches from our play already this morning, but I
relished the thought of adding yet more evidence of what I did to her. My hand
worked her hard, and I could feel her pussy quivering from its earlier release,
starting the relentless build to pleasure again under my command.

I let my thumb brush
across her clit, moving it in time with my other hand and tongue on her breasts
as I kept a couple of fingers thrusting hard inside her. She was helpless
beneath me, body curling around my hand as she both fought and welcomed the
intensity of what I did to her.

“God…please, Leo…I want
you.” Her voice came in halting gasps, and she tried valiantly to pull me
closer, body thrusting forward into me and demanding ever more.

My cock was hot and hard,
ready for her as always, throbbing insistently as her fire lit me up with my
own surge of lust. It didn’t mean as much to me as watching what I saw in her
eyes, the deep heat there that built and crested beautifully, but I couldn’t
deny my own needs entirely.

I brought my hand out of
her slowly, raising it and catching her gaze as I sucked my fingers into my
mouth. Her breath caught as I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her arousal,
groaning from the pleasure of it. I was almost tempted to dip and taste it
directly from the source, but we were too far gone to draw it out any longer.

Her hands clutched me,
pulling me down on top of her in an unspoken echo of my thoughts. I didn’t
resist any longer, reaching over to the side for one of our few remaining
condoms before I slid it on in a well practiced motion. I wished we had a
better method, but even through the thin rubber the feel of her tight warmth
around me was incredible.

My aching cock pressed
against her inner folds, hovering there and letting the anticipation build
before I held her close and thrust deep inside her. We’d done this enough now
that I could bury myself in one smooth motion - making her head fly back and
her eyes widen with the overpowering sensation - but she still fit perfectly
around me, tight and squeezing, her pussy pumping my cock instinctively while
little growls escaped me.

“Ohhh…
fuck
…”
Alessa’s usual eloquence and restraint disappeared in the wave of pleasure, and
I loved nothing more than this moment: watching her come undone.

All that careful,
prescribed behavior vanishing in an instant, as I thrust hard into her, barely
giving her a chance to adjust to my size.

I was too far gone now to
do anything else, and from her whimpered ecstasy, she wouldn’t have it any
other way. She pushed herself up, rising to meet my every stroke, moving with
me and responding to my frantic pace as blood and lust pounded through me.

“That’s it, princess.
Fuck. You’re pure heat, and sex, and everything that’s good…” I ground the
words out as my heart rate soared, insistent and demanding. I was so close now,
but I wasn’t going over without her. I leaned down and bit the sensitive skin
between her shoulder and neck, tongue darting out to tease as she started to
shudder under me. My hands went to her breasts, rolling each rock-hard tit
between my fingers as I gave one last command. “Come for me, princess.
Right…fucking…now.”

She screamed at the
words, her head flying back as her hands scrabbled at me to try and catch her
deep fall into pleasure. I felt a moment’s satisfaction and then I was gone,
lost in the way her pussy clenched and spasmed around my cock, drawing it out
and milking every last drop. I had an instant to wish I could feel myself
spurting deep into her, and then my own mind blanked as pleasure overtook every
nerve.

I groaned hard and just
about caught myself as pure contentment and lassitude spread throughout my
body, pushing myself to the side so that I didn’t squash her completely. I lay
there, catching my breath for a minute, before scooping her still shuddering
form up in my arms and pillowing her head against my chest again, letting the
warmth of it all sweep over me.

I could’ve sworn that was
exactly what had happened two hours earlier too…but this time, we’d just lie
here for a few minutes. Calm ourselves from the after-effects of our intense
lust, and then we’d be up.

I had an appointment to
keep, after all, and I wouldn’t be distracted
again.

Definitely not.

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