Page 66 of Assassin's Heart
Without warning Leah pulled away from me. I felt the cool counter kiss my erection and realized she’d raised herself on top of it. Taking advantage, I ripped open her jeans and stripped the rest of her clothes off.
Then tipped her back against the mirror, raised her feet to the counter, and set about devouring her in a whole different way.
Slender fingers dug into my hair, pulling my head close. Leah’s clit was a hard button peeking from between deep pink lips. I grasped it gently with my teeth, giving her the suction she needed, the pressure that had her pelvis rocking against my face, her fingers digging deep, her strangled cries escaping despite her best efforts. “That’s it,lev sheli,” I said, raising my head just long enough to slip my fingers into her cream-covered slit. “That’s it. Use me good. Get off on me.”
She cocked her hips, and my fingers slid deeper. I curled them against her G-spot, took that sensitive nub back into my mouth. Leah rode my hand hard, and my heart and cock throbbed in unison at her taste, the feel of her, the knowledge that I was the one giving her this pleasure. My woman. My heart. She was my everything.
“Remi, it’s coming,” she whispered roughly above my head. I pressed my fingers deep, rubbing against that soft pad deep inside her. Leah whined as the first contraction squeezed around my invasion.
I needed to feel it on my cock, not just my fingers. Sliding out, I pulled her hips to the edge of the counter and slid my thick, hard length inside. A cry escaped her as I crowded in, taking up every millimeter of space and forcing her to squeeze down on something far thicker than my fingers. I eased back, then surged forward, even deeper this time, and held myself there as her orgasm threatened to squeeze the life out of me.
“Fuck, Leah,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re so tight, so strong. Squeeze me,lev sheli. You’re gonna suck me dry, aren’t you?”
“God, I want to,” she said, the words strained. A quiver shot through her. “I want you.”
The clenching around my cock eased to flutters. I pulled back, pushed deep, setting up a rhythm. I should stop, give her time. But the feel of Leah’s wet flesh cupping me, clutching me...fuck if I could find the strength to force myself away.
I threw my head back, a groan escaping. “I need you so fucking much,lev sheli.”
Leah tightened around me. “What does it mean, Jeremiah?” Delicate fingers traced across my chest. Pinched my tight nipples, drawing as hard a gasp from me as I’d drawn from her earlier. “What’slev sheli?”
“Leah.” Ah God. I couldn’t stop. The glide of her up and down my cock, the feel of her cream dripping down to coat my balls... “Leah!”
“Tell me.” Leaving my nipples behind, her fingers glided down my abs, making them clench, ripple with pleasure. Short fingernails traced the trail of hair from my navel to my cock. When she wrapped her fingers around the solid bar of my shaft, I went to my toes, pushing as high and hard inside her as I could. “Tell me what it means.”
My eyes were crossing. I blinked back the need consuming me and focused on her face, on the look in her eyes. Heavy-lidded, her gaze was full of a hunger that matched my own, but that wasn’t all. There was something else staring back at me, something I hardly dared believe: acceptance. Leah was fucking a killer, and looked at me like that.
God help me.
The slap of skin against skin filled the room as my hips sped up without permission, reaching, desperate for that melding I only wanted with her. That I needed so desperately I thought I’d go insane.
“What does it mean, Jeremiah?”
I more saw than heard the question, watched her lips wrap around my name. “My heart,” I gasped, lunging again and again. “My heart, Leah.”
A Cleopatra smile curved her lips. The fingers around my cock retreated, and as I looked down, I saw her press hard on her clit. She shifted her weight onto her feet, swinging her hips into each advance. Once. Twice.
My balls drew up. A tingle shot from my head to the base of my spine, and I knew I was done for.
“Leah!” I laid myself down on her, using my weight to force myself inside. “Leah!”
She clenched herself around me, that smile still on her lips. “You’re my heart too, Jeremiah.”
I let go then, releasing inside her. Making her mine. And when Leah’s climax hit just behind mine, I knew I belonged to her as well. For however long she’d have me.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Remi—
The Fiori family was patriarchal, as were most mob families. Every decision, every deal was run through Santo “Sonny” Fiori, the grandfather of the family. But as I watched the man on the screen in front of me fuck the woman in his bed, I couldn’t help thinking how natural a heart attack would be at that age, especially for a man with Fiori’s appetites. Filing the idea away, I checked my weapons once more before turning to Levi.
“This might take a while.”
“Not likely,” Eli said from the back seat. “The man’s too old to hold out long with a woman like that.”
Considering she was a good sixty years his junior, Eli wasn’t wrong. And the likelihood that she was there willingly wasn’t high.
