Page 15 of Hitman's Prize

“I’ll never take that offer, so don’t suggest it again,” she huffs out. With her cheeks burning hot, she frowns at me. “I want you, Javier.”

She’s got no idea what words like that can do to a man. Especially to someone who doesn’t know right from wrong.

“Even if I want to keep you all to myself?” I ask as I shift my mouth to her neck. My teeth graze the skin and she’s sucking in a lungful of air before I even consider leaving a mark. “Even if I kill any man who even thinks about trying to get your attention?”

“You’d really do that for someone like me?”

“Without hesitation,” I admit shamelessly. I’d rather not give us a reason to have to start over again at a new place, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to be level-headed. “You’d still want me then?”

Pulling away, it’s a hit in the gut to see this woman still smiling as she nods. Not even the promise of death is enough to scare her off. Fuck me. I’m starting to think Sammy was made for me, my perfect match.

I want her more than ever, no, Ineedher. I tell her that too, not trying to hide my feelings for the woman.

She lets out this cute gasp when I pull her off the counter and carry her out of the kitchen on my shoulder.

“You can’t keep doing this,” she giggles as she thumps her hands on my back. Unlike the first time I held her like this, she’s not trying to break free. If anything, she’s clinging on. “Where are you taking me?”

“We haven’t checked out the bedroom yet,” I tell her as I look around. With only a few rooms inside, it doesn’t take much to find where we’ll be sleeping. “Need to break in the bed too, Sammy.”

She giggles again and I’m feeling like I’m on top of the world. Her reactions are what fuel me to keep going.

The bed doesn’t even have sheets on it yet and I’m already tossing the woman down. Watching her bounce with a laugh, I tug off my shirt. That makes her giggling die down fast.

“Wow,” she murmurs as she looks at my chest. I’ve got a few marks scattered about, just like the rest of my body. From stabbings to shootings, I’ve been injured in more ways than I can count.

One of the reasons I had a good reputation in my profession is the fact that I never go down. I might’ve had a close call or two, but I always finish my job, even if I’m bloodied up.

Sitting up, she leans forward to touch my skin. Wherever her fingertips trail, my body twitches. At the moment, she’s focused on the gash that’s running from my side down to my hip.

“I want stories on each of these,” she mumbles as she gets a bit lost in staring, “I’m sure you have a lot of them.”

“None of them have happy endings,” I warn her before collecting her hand in mine. Pressing her palm against my stomach, I give it a light squeeze. “Still interested in hearing them?”

Her thumb grazes the trail of hair that leads down to my jeans. “Every word. You better not hold back on the details.”

Sammy is a fearless one, I’ll give her that.

“Later,” I promise her, “once we’re done with this.”

Nodding her head, she doesn’t push. While I’d rather keep her away from what I’d done, if she really wants to know, I won’t keep any secrets. She tangles her fingers in my belt loops and tugs me forward.

Sammy might be innocent in all ways possible, but the woman knows what she wants. Her wiggling hips give that away as soon as I’m on top of her.

“You want me to use my mouth again?” My breath brushes her ear as I place another kiss against her neck.

Sammy shakes her head, catching me off guard. Biting her lip, she pulls my face up so we’re looking at each other.

“I want to go the whole way if you’re alright with that.” Her nose scrunches and she purses her lips. She’s nervous, of course, she is. The topic of death is nothing but a little cherry-popping is enough to make her hesitant. She’s a strange one. Either way, I’ll keep my promise of never harming her.

“I’m always alright with that,” I reassure her. “I’d be one lucky bastard to get this kind of opportunity.”

She’s got nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t hurt her, that’s for sure. If anything, I’ve got to make sure I don’t mess up the opportunity I’ve been given.

Sammy

Javier is suddenly touching me like I’m made out of the thinnest piece of glass. He’s lifting my hips, peeling away my shorts and underwear torturously slow.

If this is an attempt to make me beg for what I want, then it’s starting to work. Saving us both time, I pull off my shirt. He’s not trying to give me time to change my mind, is he? As if. After showing me what pleasure truly is, there’s no way I’m going to stop now.

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