Page 53 of Taboo Flames

Fear flashes in her eyes, and she backs away nervously.

“Woah, boss,” one of my men says with a laugh, “I’ve never seen you reject some free ass like that.”

I don’t look at him, allowing the comment to slide with the excuse that he’s intoxicated.

“He’s hung up on Vitale pussy,” another one of my men says.

“The Vitale chick?” someone else voices in surprise. “Nah, she’s not my type of girl. She’s way too innocent looking for my tastes.”

The first man snorts. “I bet she likes to take it up the ass though.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when I remove my gun from its holster, aim at his big mouth, and shoot.

There’s a loud, horrified shriek from one of the women as the bullet tears through the back of his head, brain and blood splattering everywhere.

I turn to the other one and fire two times, shooting out both his kneecaps. He howls as blood pours out.

The rest of the room goes silent with fear as I slip my Glock back into its holster, button my suit jacket, and nod at The Priest.

“Good evening,” I tell him.

“May the peace of the Lord abide with you,” he replies.

I walk out to the background sound of pained screams, my second favorite sound in the world. The first is Aurora’s moans of pleasure.

I know someone else is in the house as soon as I walk in. It’s an intuition I’ve honed over the years, and it’s gotten me out of many deadly situations.

My steps become light and measured as I climb up the stairs and navigate the hallway leading to my bedroom. I feel the familiar tingle in my spine and immediately know who I’ll find in my bedroom.

“Princess,” I say when I see her lounging in my bed. “How did you get in here?”

“Give a girl some credit,” she says, smirking at me and kicking her legs behind her like a kid. “I’m a professional hacker. How do you think I got into your house the first time, the one with your whole shower event?”

I just give her a blank look. She’s in another one of my shirts, and it’s bunched up on her hips, revealing pink cotton panties.

“If you didn’t want me in here, you shouldn’t have made your password so easy,” she tells me. “I can’t believe you use the prime numbers in order as your password. Anybody can guess that.”

“And that person would have found themselves dead right now,” I say as I walk toward her.

“Are you going to choke me to death now, Daddy?” She bats her lashes at me. “You should punish me for breaking and entering and talking to you with such impudence.”

I chuckle. “Something tells me you want to be punished.”

She climbs to her knees and blinks up at me, running her hands across my chest. “You should really try other colors, or are you allergic to dressing in another color?”

I grab her by the jaw and pull her mouth close to mine. “If I were, I’d be dead by now. You’re a walking confetti, baby.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

She’s the one who bridges the distance and presses her lips to mine. I take over the kiss, digging my fingers into her hair and slanting my lips hard over hers.

I break the kiss long enough to grab the hem of the shirt and whip it off her head.

Then, we fall back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our clothes flying every which way.

Suddenly, she stills and questions, “What’s that smell?”

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