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I sucked in a pained breath as he thrust forward and filled me to capacity. My inner muscles shrieked and cramped at the invasion, my channel burning. Fuck. I’d never been so utterly stuffed, like he’d just shoved a square peg into a round hole.

I’d been a fool to think I could take him on. I’d never be able to relax enough to enjoy our union.

Then he pushed my hair away from my nape and kissed me there. It was one of my few erogenous zones, and I cried out a little as electricity danced through my veins and pleasure quickly overtook pain. But it wasn’t until he reached under my ass and parted my pussy to find my clit, then pinched the bundle of nerves that I exploded with a sharp scream.

I hadn’t even finished orgasming when he held my hips and began hammering inside me with unrelenting strokes, harder and faster. Sweat formed between us at the friction that all but created a fire within. Pain no longer existed. I was on a whole other plane where I was aiming for the stars. I counterthrusted, my ragged moans joining his grunts and groans as he plundered my body.

He didn’t stop and I was once again on the precipice of orgasm when he simultaneously sucked my nape and pinched my clit. I fell into the abyss, rejoicing as I plummeted by shouting out his name.

His hands tightened, his fingers digging into my hips as his whole body shuddered and he followed me over. His seed pulsed deep inside of me while he bellowed with pleasure, my name then sounding like a whimper on his lips.

When it came to this man, all I thought about was how much he was thinking about me, wanting me, while he claimed my body. All I was thinking about was how much I now wanted him to think about me after I was discarded and another woman took my place.

I really did need to get away from him as soon as possible.

Then he bent close to my ear and said in a possessive whisper, “I’m not finished with you yet, my little firebird.”

Chapter Six

Delilah

I woke to sunlight blazing through the slitted cracks in the blinds, and to Serafino sleeping soundly beside me. I wasn’t surprised. He’d been insatiable. I’d never been so thoroughly fucked in my entire life.

I managed to extricate myself from his arms, though he muttered something in his sleep that sounded aggrieved.

I winced as I pushed to my bare feet. I ached everywhere. He’d brought me pleasure even while he’d at times pushed the limits to my pain, though the former had won out every single time.

I retrieved my thong and pulled it up my legs, then found my bra and clipped it on. I couldn’t resist turning to stare at Serafino one last time as he peacefully slept. He looked so much younger, almost innocent, despite the fact he so easily killed. That he’d also brought me to ecstasy and made me yearn for more seemed wrong on so many levels.

I turned away, grabbing my skimpy dress off the floor and dragging it over my head. I found my diamond clip near the bed and I slid it through my tangled hair after creating a messy bun.

It was only then that I realized I’d left my clutch bag, the lifeblood of my profession, behind in the bar downstairs last night. I needed —or at least the cell phone inside of it—so that I could ring Sinead, the madam of the girls where I worked, to organize transport.

“Going somewhere?”

My pulse surged as I spun back around to face Serafino. Damn, he was a beautiful man, his sex-tousled hair and brilliantly dark, narrowed eyes making my insides clench. That he was also deadly made me swallow hard. I might have had sex with him, but it didn’t mean I was now safe.

He threw the covers aside and swung out of bed, unashamedly naked, his morning erection proudly jutting out as if reminding me how much I enjoyed being the recipient of such a powerful tool.

I cleared my throat. “I am,” I said huskily. “Our business here is done.”

He stalked around the bed toward me. I stood my ground even though I felt like I was prey for him to capture and devour.

Need rippled through me, my body telling me I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance.

He didn’t say a word when he stopped in front of me. Not even when he clasped either side of my face and tipped my head up as his swooped low and he claimed my mouth in a kiss that immediately curled my toes.

Only once I’d melted against him, submissive to his demands, did he release me and ask hoarsely, “Is it?”

I nodded mutely, sweeping a hand toward the slats of the blind where sunlight poured through. “We agreed to one night together. Sinead will already be in a panic—“

“Sinead works for me,” he interjected. “Believe me, she won’t interfere on your behalf. She knows better.”

I pressed my hand to my brow. I’d only been working at the exclusive escort agency for a couple of months, it seemed I still had a lot to learn—like who Sinead was actually working for. Who I was working for. It made sense now why two of my coworkers had refused to attend the mafia celebration. They’d probably been regulars of the mafia brothers and had known what to expect.

He arched a brow as he watched my expression, my thoughts no doubt showing through my eyes like words in an open book. “Your two friends who didn’t show up last night are likely already fired. Sinead values loyalty and respect as much as I do.”

My pulse fluttered furiously. “Wasn’t I enough for you?”

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