Page 14 of Deadly Seduction

“Yes, you should,” he agrees with a grin. His hard cock rubbing against me erases all of my intentions to find more information about the Dukes tonight. I have plenty of time to get what I need. “Or you can stay here, and I can make you feel good.”

My breathing quickens as he slowly unzips my dress. I drop his t-shirt on the floor. Who in their right mind would say no to a guy like him? He’s sex on legs!

Seb’s not the person I thought he was, but I can be the Rose he wants me to be for a little longer. I shrug off the straps and let my dress fall to my feet.

“Fuck,” he groans. His voice is full of heady lust as he looks up and down my body appreciatively. “You’re beautiful.”

The bright overhead light illuminates a few faint scars on my torso. It’s the first time he’s seen them properly, and I suddenly feel like I’m bearing more than my body. I try to cover them with my hands, but he catches my wrists to stop me.

“Don’t,” he says firmly. His fingertips stroke the raised white slash marks as fury stirs behind his eyes. “Did Matteo do this to you?”

All I can do is nod as my throat constricts. No one has touched my scars before.

“You don’t have to hide them from me,” Seb says. “They tell me your story. They show me how strong you are, how strong you’ve had to be. Your scars only make you more beautiful.”

My insides melt like ice cream under the sweltering sun. Being around the Dukes is fucking with my head. What happened to the cold, merciless killer whose sole purpose for living is her work?

The Dukes have found a box hidden in my chest. They’ve punctured a small hole in it, and my emotions are pouring out. Emotions I haven’t felt for years.

“You don’t have to lie,” I mutter.

Seb takes off his shirt and grabs my hand. He guides one of my fingers over his inked chest. “Feel here?” I touch a raised mark over his pecks. “And here.” He moves my hand further down to his ribcage, across a long scar that leads to his hip, hidden underneath his tattoos. “You’re not the only one with scars, Rose. We all have them. That’s how the Dukes were formed. We all have a story.”

“What’s yours?” I ask.

“That’s a tale for another time,” he says, dropping my hand and drawing my body closer, causing my tits to squash against him and bulge over the edges of my bra.

He walks us backwards until I fall onto his bed. The sheets smell of his aftershave and fresh washing powder. He rests his elbows on either side of my head, and his weight bears down on top of me.

“We’re done talking,” Seb growls. “I’m going to show you how fucking beautiful I think you are.”

His kisses trail down my neck, over my collarbones, and down my body. Sexy ink covers every inch of his skin like a sprawling black and grey painting. How many hours did he have to sit in a tattoo chair? I’m so entranced by the design over his shoulders and back that I gasp in surprise when his fingers slip into my bra to pinch my nipple. He tries—hopelessly—to tug the cup down.

“Give me a second,” I say, sitting to unhook my bra at world-record speed and hurling it away.

His hands are straight on me again, kneading my tits as he takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls over the hardened pink peak and sucks hard, drawing a moan from my parted lips.

My damp panties rub against his trousers, desperately craving more of him. He pauses to kneel and undo his belt. I shuffle up the bed, closer to the pillows, but his hands grab my thighs and pull me back with such vigour that my tits jump.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he purrs. “I’m only getting started. The only thing you need to do is scream my name when I make you come. Can you do that for me?”

We shouldn’t be doing this. He’s in the gang I’m supposed to be spying on, but what other choice do I have? It’d be suspicious if I stopped screwing him now.

“Yes,” I moan in agreement.

He bites my nipple in response. My back arches, and I thrust my hips. I need more.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.” Seb’s fingers slide over the front of my knickers as my slit swallows the thin fabric. “I’m going to make you feel so good you forget about everything else, okay?”

Forgetting sounds good. Right now, we can be two normal people. Rose and Sebastian. Not part of the Killers Club or the Dukes. Nothing else matters aside from how fucking good his body feels on mine.

“Okay,” I say, bucking my hips again impatiently, but he doesn’t give me what I want. Not yet. “Make me forget.”

His blonde hair tickles my stomach as he kisses my scars. He doesn’t rush, wanting to prove he meant what he said about obliterating my earlier self-consciousness.

“Seb,” I whine. My tone is urgent now. “I need you.”

My clit tingles, dying for his touch. He reaches for the scalloped hem of my lace thong and pulls it off, throwing it off the bed. I let my thighs fall open.

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