Page 26 of The Hitman's Rose

“Fuck,” she moans.

It’s the first time I’ve heard her cuss.

“Aren’t you a naughty girl,” I say, slapping her ass. She lets out a small cry.

“Mmm. That’s sexy.”

“You like being punished by me?”

I hear roaming guards off in the distance and I groan internally. They’ll be making their way over to walk the perimeter here soon. The last thing I need is someone reporting back to Giovanni that I’m trying to hook up with Rosaline.

“I’d like anything you did to me, Signore Bianchi.” Her words do something to the beast inside me. I want to strip her naked and fuck her until we’re both satisfied.

Fucking hell.I pick her up and her hand slides free of my trunks.

“Ademaro, I want–” she whimpers.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I order. She follows my instructions without protest. I wrap my arms under her and her arms wrap around my neck. “The guards will be here in a little bit.”

“What?” she gasps and starts looking around.

“Let’s go inside until they do their perimeter check.”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Can we hide in the pool until they’re gone?”

Naughty vixen.

“We can do anything you want. You tell me and it’s yours. If you want me to go out there and tell them to fu– get lost then I’ll do it. I’m yours to command,” I reply.

“Fuck. That was hot,” she moans, grinding against me.

She’s making it damn near impossible to think straight. Right now, I should have her in the house out of sight. Yet, I’m standing here like a fucking idiot because she feels good against me.

“Having trouble thinking?” she giggles.

“You really are fucking naughty,” I chuckle then carry her over to the edge of the pool.

Slowly and carefully, I walk into the water with her in my arms. This is a horrible idea. The water is fucking freezing. We’ll be frozen before the guards get done with their patrol.

“Holy hell,” Rosaline hisses. “Why isn’t the water warm?”

I’m knee deep in the water and she barely has a toes in it. She’s going to turn into a popsicle if I go any farther.

“I don’t know. Let’s go inside.”

“No. No. I’ll be okay,” she shakes her head.

“Are you su–”

“You said I could command you, didn’t you? Or did you not mean it?” she asks pouting.

“Fuck,” I moan. My dick is rock hard and gives zero fucks about the Arctic waters I’m currently submerging myself in. “You’re a very naughty girl, Rosaline.”

“Only for you.”

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