Page 54 of Sweet Misery

The move made heat sweep over my body. The man was so hot without even trying.

He tucked the gun back into his waistband and leaned over me, his lips meeting mine.

“You still want to learn how to kill a man?”

I nodded wordlessly.

He kissed me gently again before sitting me up. I hesitated when I stood.

“What’s wrong?” He turned back to me.

“I-I’m a mess.”

He smirked, knowing what I was talking about. His come was still dripping out of my pussy and the latest orgasm hadn’t helped.

“I’ll let you shower when we’re finished. Sound good?”

I nodded and let him lead me the arrays of weapons hanging on a wall. He went through every single one of them and answered all my questions. I learned more in the next two hours than I’d have learned in a class dedicated to it.

“Which weapon would you want to kill someone with?” he asked as he watched me run my finger along a display case housing all sorts of shiny knives.

I kept coming back to the black one with the blue jewels in the handle. The way it glinted made me smile.

“Knife,” I answered softly.

“You’d have to be strong to kill with a knife. You’d need to be able to get close and not be disarmed,” he said, eyeing me as I continued to stare at the knife.

“Will you teach me?”

“Are you planning on killing me and my brothers?” He raised his dark brows at me.

“Maybe.”

He let out a genuine laugh at my answer, seemingly not afraid at all.

“Well, I welcome the encounter.”

And that was it. He showed me for hours how to use a knife. I couldn’t twirl them like he could, and he admitted he wasn’t as good as the twins, but I was able to replicate the moves for attacking. He taught me to be quiet. How to pick a lock. He eventook time to show me how to properly use a gun. I liked the way his gray eyes lit up as he watched me. It made my heart skip and soar all at the same time. Hours later, he took me by the hands and led me back to his room. We passed Sever’s room, and I caught a glimpse of him bent over his desk, a pencil in his hand as he drew.

He was an amazing artist in high school. It looked like he hadn’t stopped. That made me smile a little, despite our current relationship.

Massimo closed his bedroom door behind us and brought me to the attached bathroom where he started his shower.

The steam filled the room quickly. He came back to me and wordlessly pulled my t-shirt over my head.

“Undress me,” he instructed.

I did as he asked, removing his clothes slowly, taking in the expanse of taunt muscles and colorful tattoos. He shuddered as I traced my fingers along a pretty tattoo of a black rose.

“You’re like a piece of art,” I murmured, drinking him in.

“Sever does my tattoos,” he answered back just as soft. “Maybe you should tell him what a good job he’s done.”

I swallowed at Sever’s name. “Does he do the twin’s tattoos as well?”

“He does,” he said, watching as I lightly traced a tattoo of a skull. He was quiet while I explored his body.

“Do you like touching me, little daffodil?” His voice was thick and husky.

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