Page 27 of The Hitman's Rose

Chapter Thirteen

Rosaline

Seeing Ademaro half-naked had made me lose all sense of… well, fucking everything. He looked beyond sexy. He had tattoos, pierced nipples, and a sculpted body. His body made my mouth water.

Kissing him hadn’t been my plan; however, once he was inches from me, I jumped at the chance. Then I grabbed his cock and it sealed the deal. His dick– even though I had only felt it– was the kind I saw in porn. The kind average guys were jealous of. When God was creating men he decided to make one of them perfect– Ademaro Bianchi.

“Ademaro,” I whine as I cling to his body for dear life. The water is beyond cold and I regret having suggested it. “Warm me up. Please.”

“Beautiful, let’s go inside. It’s not worth you freezing or catching a cold.”

He starts to carry me out of the water and I shake my head.

“Rosaline, you’re–”

“Kiss me. I command it.”

“How’s that going to warm you up?” he chuckles.

“Do you not want to kiss me again? Or maybe you’re too scared?” I reply, playing with fire in hopes to get my wish.

Ademaro grabs the back of my neck. He kisses me with out warning and I welcome him by parting my lips. Our tongues greedily deepen our kiss. Warmth fills my core and fireworks go off in my mind.

He sits on the inside edge of the pool. Our kiss never breaking. My legs straddle his waist and his hard-on presses against the one place I desire it most.

“Ademaro,” I plea, biting his bottom lip.

“Yes?”

“Warm me up.”

“Fuck, Baby. You’re making this very hard to–”

“I’m making this hard?” I slide my hand between us and grab his dick through his swimtrunks.

“Fuck,” he groans. “That too.”

“I need you. Please.”

“Let them pass and I’ll give you anything you want.” I shake my head in response and he laughs. “Rosaline, do you want Giovanni to kill me?”

He’s right. If we’re caught, Giovanni would surely kill him. But then again, I could probably beg for him not to kill Ademaro and he’d grant it. It wouldn’t be Ademaro’s fault any way. I’m the one who is initiating everything.

It’s like my mind and body are possessed. I know we should air on the side of caution but I crave him.

Slut puppy,I muse to myself. It’s the truth. I want to feel every inch of Ademaro and then some. All the dirty thoughts I’ve had, I want to bring to life with him. All of them.

“No. Of course, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” I whisper. “I just can’t help it that…”

I grab his hand and pull it under the water. I place it between my thighs. His body stiffens and he takes a deep breath.

“What if we’re very quiet and we only touch?” I ask faintly, trying to make a deal. He chuckles quietly. “Don’t you want what I’m offering you, Ademaro?”

“Fuck.”

He moves part of my bikini bottoms with his fingers. I tremble when the tips of his finger brush against my pussy.

“Mmm. And you’re smooth,” he says. He lowers his head down to my ear. “Later, I’m going to devour you, Rosaline.”

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