Page 57 of City Of Thieves
She blinks, her sleepy gaze snapping back to mine in shock.
“All I have is an offer,” I murmur. “It rests in your hands to accept, reject, or counter. It’syour choice—control the fear, or let it control you.”
“Renzo—”
“Show me what’s behind the ice,Empress.”
After a beat, she parts her lips and swirls her pink tongue tentatively around the muzzle. With that small concession, my dick swells, pulsing with need, as she grows bolder, wrapping her delicate mouth around my fucking gun and sliding it up and down the barrel, leaving the metal wet and glistening.
The more I watch, the deeper she takes it.
“That’s right,dolcezza…harder…” I’m sucking in air through my teeth as her tortured moan hits me straight in the balls. “Christ.”
Tearing at my belt and zipper, I take a vicious hold of my cock, pumping from root to tip as even more of my gun slides in. I imagine it sliding into her pussy, filling her up, stretching her in all the right places in preparation for her taking every inch of me.
Soon, I’ve choreographed a furious tempo, fucking my hand as my gun fucks her mouth. I can feel it building already. The pressure. The intensity.
The power.
I tip my head back and grit my teeth, feeling that familiar rush at the base of my spine. But right before the pleasure hits, she pushes the gun away and drops her head to my lap. My fist releases as she takes me into her mouth, my fingers twisting around her hair.
Hot.
Wet.
Mine.
The moment I hit the back of her throat, I explode, snarling out her name as my hot cum covers her tongue.
Holy fuck.
Afterward, she settles back in her seat, appraising me with those watchful, wary eyes again.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say roughly.
“I didn’t have to do any of it.” She offers me a shy smile that I can’t stop staring at. “Wasn’t that the point?”
Returning my gun to its holster, I thread my fingers through her hair again and slam my mouth against hers.Tasting myself. Tasting her. Tasting violence. Tasting whatever the fuck it is we make together.The kiss isn’t gentle, but she opens for me instantly, accepting its brutality and demanding more.
Always more.
Because that’s what happens when fire and ice collide.
Chapter Fifteen
Renzo
Tatianaand I ride back to the hotel in silence. Now that we’ve expelled some of this near-constant sexual tension between us, my head is finally clear enough to think four steps ahead, instead of spinning around in circles.
Besides, words are a confusion that neither of us need right now. We’re two people who have lived most of our adult lives in solitude. It’s going to take us a while to process this sudden shift in our dynamic. Four days ago, I showed up on her doorstep with the sole purpose of using her. Now, I’ll kill any man who endeavors to do the same…
Especially Konstantin Belov.
We’re less than fifty feet away from the hotel when my phone vibrates with an incoming text message. I slide it out of my pocket and hold it low.
Thirty-six hours.
I clench my jaw so hard the muscles in my neck strain. The update from my father is unnecessary. I know how much time is left on the clock, and it’s not on my side. I have every intention of claiming my rightful position as underboss, but I refuse to leave London without cutting off the head of at least one Russian snake.
