Lace and Bullets: A Hitman Romance

by Marie Carnay

  He pulled her down on top of him with a grin and she tucked her legs on either side of his body. “Good. Because I don’t want there to be another man, Jess. You’re mine. I don’t care if we have to keep our relationship under wraps. All I know is I want you in my bed begging me to fuck you.”

  “Mmm. Well, you’re bed’s awfully far away. But mine’s just down the hall. Will it do?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’m sorry, I don’t…um…have anything to…you know… use.”

  “You mean you don’t have my selection of restraints? Why Jess, I’m disappointed in you.” He swatted her backside and she yelped. “I might have to give you a spanking as punishment.”

  A shiver coursed through Jessica at the thought. She’d never been spanked before—not even as a kid. All she ever got was timeout and a talking-to. But a spanking? As an adult? A throb echoed through her and she rubbed herself against his crotch, relieving the ache raging to life between her legs.

  Tate smiled and rubbed her ass in circles, his fingers and palms sliding over her shorts to plump the muscle underneath. “I think you like the sound of that. Of my hand striking your bare flesh, turning it hot and pink. But first, I have something else in mind for you.”

  “Y-you do?” Her heart beat a mile a minute and she couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

  “Mmm-hmm. I figured you weren’t as…equipped as me. So I brought a few things.”

  Jessica glanced at his bag by the door. “You brought bondage stuff in your carry on?”

  Tate smirked. “There might have been some extra review of my luggage at the airport. But it was worth it.”

  A blush spread up Jessica’s chest and neck and she closed her eyes. “You are way more daring than me.”

  “I bet I can change that.”

  “I’m counting on it.”

  Running her fingers over his arms, Jessica relaxed into her stepbrother’s embrace. Would other people really care what they were on paper? She didn’t know. And in the moment, with his muscles taut beneath her fingers and his breath fluttering the hair against her face, she didn’t care.

  All she knew was that she wanted him—in every way he’d take her—tied up, twisted, blindfolded into darkness. She was his. Mind, body, and heart. They’d figure out the rest together.

  “Oh, Tate. I’m so sorry I ran. Do you forgive me?”

  He slid his hands up her back and into her hair. Cradling her head in his hands, he brought her lips down to his. He kissed her with all the intensity of a five-alarm fire, but without the pain. The burn flared from her lips to her face and as it spread over her, she moaned.

  “I forgive you, Jess. But next time let’s talk before you bolt, okay? Otherwise, I’m going to have to keep you all tied up twenty-four-seven. And I don’t think you want that.”

  She swatted him on the arm and laughed. “No, I don’t. And you know it. But I am curious, just what did you bring in that overnight bag of yours?”

  Tate smiled and stood up, holding her against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked over to the bag and picked it up before turning the two of them back toward her bedroom. “How about we go to your room and find out, hmm?”

  He carried her down the hall and nudged open her bedroom door with his foot. Lust and adrenaline coursed through Jess and she couldn’t wait to see where Tate would take her next.

  7

  God, she’s so beautiful. Tate couldn’t get over her. Toned and muscled legs wrapping around his waist, gorgeous auburn hair tickling his arm and those lips. Pink and pouty and so fucking kissable, he never wanted to stop.

  Pushing the door to her bedroom open, he set her down and looked around. No bed posts, but a decent looking wrought-iron headboard. He could work with that.

  “Undress. You’ll want to be naked for this.”

  Jessica’s eyes widened and she nodded, pulling her sweater over her head and tossing it onto a chair. She shimmied out of her shorts next, adding them to the pile before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. Mmm. He loved how she followed his directions, stripping out of the everyday to become his.

  Pulling a rope out of his bag, he motioned to her arms. “Give me your hands.”

  She complied in an instant, holding her wrists together in front of her as he wound the rope around them. Tugging, he tightened the binding until she couldn’t hope to break free. Perfect.

  “Turn around, face the bed.”

  She spun on the balls of her feet, facing the bed and showing off her cute little ass. Hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, he tugged them down, letting them puddle at her feet. “Lean over, Jessica. Lay your upper body on the bed.”

  “W-what are you going to do?”

  Tate smiled as she craned her neck and looked up at him. “Give you that spanking we talked about.”

  “I thought you were kidding!”

  “I wasn’t. But don’t worry, I think you’ll like it.”

  She bit her lip and nodded, laying her head down on the fluffy white comforter as she spread her legs. He stepped back, taking in the sight of her—bound wrists, legs open, pussy peeking out beneath her round butt. With a smile, he came back to her, brushing the backs of her legs with his fingertips. She moaned into the bed, clawing at the comforter as his fingers trailed up and down. He traced the curve where her thighs ended and her ass began, dipping his fingers closer and closer to her slit, but never touching.

  He watched as her pussy clenched and wetness spread across her naked folds. “So do you wax everything for modeling?”

  Trailing his fingers closer, he skirted her slick channel, plumping her swollen lips and smearing her juices all around.

  “Mmm…yes. I have to.”

  “I like it. I can see how much you want me already. Your body’s begging for it.”

  Palming her ass, he gave the right cheek a squeeze before pulling his hand back and—smack!

  “Ahh!” Jessica cried out and slid forward on the mattress as he spanked her.

  Smack! He spanked the left cheek and cupped her mound with his other hand, pressing her folds against her clit, rubbing the little nub through her engorged flesh. She moaned with every rock of his hand, soaking his palm with her arousal. Sweet. Spankings turned her on.

  He smiled and spanked her again—one, two, three, four—giving each cheek another two swats. Her pale flesh glowed pink and her legs quivered.

  “Oh, Tate!” She begged him with her voice, pleading him to make her come. He couldn’t say no to that. Dropping to his knees, he scooted beneath her, ducking and turning so his back leaned against the bed and her pussy lined up with his lips.

  Blowing a hot jet of air across her sex, he pulled apart her folds with his fingers, spreading her open and exposing her little nub from beneath its fleshy hood. Leaning in, he sucked her clit into his mouth, working it around his tongue until she shuddered.

  Her hips rocked into his mouth and he let go of her skin, wrapping his hands around her ass to palm her cheeks. Using gentle pressure, he controlled her rhythm, moving her hips forward and back, rocking her into his tongue as he licked and flicked across her clit. In no time, he could hear her pants, little moans and yips between ragged breaths that signaled an orgasm on the horizon.

  Again and again he worked her, turning her pants to groans, turning the quiver in her legs to a shudder. Latching onto her clit, he sucked again, drawing her flesh into his mouth and taking her over. The orgasm ripped through her body and she froze, her legs straight and taut, her belly clenched above his head.

  Over and over he licked her, drawing her orgasm out, prolonging the ecstasy. As she came down, he kept at it, licking slower and more deliberate until she finally cried out.

  “Tate, please!”

  He pulled away with a smile, ducking back between her legs as she collapsed into the bed.

  Stripping in efficient grace, Tate pulled his shirt over his head, slipped off his jeans, and removed his shoes and socks. That’s
better. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a blindfold. Stepping up to Jessica, he pulled her upright and tugged her to him.

  She raised her arms above her head and slipped her bound wrists around his neck before he could say a word. With a smile, he leaned in and kissed her, mashing his lips into hers, savoring the soft fullness as he teased her with his tongue. He knew he tasted of her arousal and it only made him bolder. He thrust his tongue past her teeth, swirling it around and claiming her mouth with his insistence.

  Jessica ground her hips against him, mashing his dick into her belly as she moaned into his mouth. Burying himself inside her would be epic. But he wanted to make the night last. With his lips still locked against hers, he brought his arms around her, stretching the blindfold out and raising it up and over her head.

  She opened her eyes as he broke their kiss and the love and lust reflected in them made his heart swell. Nothing that felt this right could ever be wrong. He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and she melted into him. From the way she responded, there wasn’t any doubt—she really did enjoy it.

  Lifting her arms off his neck, he steered her to the bed, helping her climb up and lay down on her back. Straddling her legs, he slid up her body until the tip of his erection brushed against her chin. Jessica moaned and opened her mouth, darting her tongue out to catch a taste. He chuckled above her and scooted back.

  “Not yet, baby. But if you want to taste me that bad, you will.”

  “Yes, Tate. I do. Please. Let me suck you.”

  A surge of pride filled him at her dirty words and he took her wrists in his hand, stretching her arms out and looping the rope through the iron of her headboard. Knotting it tight, he gave it a tug and glanced down at his stepsister. Her cheeks glowed pink and her mouth hung open, showing a hint of white teeth and enough of an opening for him to nudge his dick inside.

  Brushing his spongy head across her lips, she moaned and arched beneath him. “You sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes, oh god. Please, Tate. I want to taste you.”

  He raised up on his knees and crept forward, grasping the top of her headboard as he angled his dick toward her mouth. With small, gentle thrusts, he slipped past her lips, fucking her mouth and trying not to come too soon.

  Oh, fuck. She felt amazing. All tied up and nowhere to go with a blindfold to block out her sight. It spurred her on, possessed her and turned her lips and tongue into magic. She lapped at his head, stroked his shaft with her tongue, sucked him hard when he pulled back.

  He could work her mouth until he came in hot jets right down her throat, but he didn’t want the night to be about him. It was all about Jessica. What she craved. What she wanted. Pulling back, he slid down as she raised her head, tongue flicking out to catch a final taste.

  “Don’t stop! Tate, I want to make you come.”

  “You will baby, but only when I’m balls deep inside your pussy.”

  She groaned at his words, lifting her back of the mattress and shoving her breasts at him. Well, if she insists. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and nipping the sensitive bud until she cried out and whimpered. Then he lavished it with licks and kisses, suckling away the pain, turning her on, pushing her higher.

  Her whole body quivered beneath him and he knew he’d made the right decision. Flying to New York, demanding she listen. Not letting her run away. To hell with the outside world and the strangers who wouldn’t understand. He needed her like this—pinned beneath him and loving it. There was no going back to his old life. The one with a huge gaping hole only Jessica could fill. Not ever again.

  Pulling back, he looked down at her—at the stepsister he never knew and the only woman he’d ever want—and it hit him. He loved her.

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  Oh my god. Never in a million years did Jessica think sex could be like this. Like the best drug she’d never tried—the highest high, the greatest adrenaline rush in the world. But with Tate, it was. All that and more.

  He slid down her body and his great, big hands gripped her inner thighs and spread her wide open. With any other man, in any other situation, she’d be embarrassed. Mortified that a guy was down there, staring at her soaked pussy as she laid there. But not Tate.

  He took away her fear with a rope around her wrists and a blindfold over her eyes. Anything he asked, she’d do. Anything he wanted, she’d give. As the bed shifted beneath his weight, she felt his breath against her belly and she moaned out loud.

  Fuck me, please fuck me. But still he held back. His tongue snaked up her sex, pausing to pulse inside her empty, aching hole, before lapping a trail straight to her clit. He flicked it, beating a heady rhythm over the tiny nub, like she was a mix table and he the DJ. Harder and harder he worked her, until her legs shook uncontrollably and she panted and thrashed against the ropes.

  Once more, he had her right on the edge, about to fall off the cliff and into orgasmic oblivion, but he pulled back.

  “No!” She reached up with her feet, hooking her ankles around him as she tried to push him back down.

  The bed shifted and Jessica felt Tate’s arms brush her thighs and waist and arms, before his cock pressed against her entrance.

  “I want you to come around by cock, Jess. Nowhere else this time. Understand?”

  She tugged against the ropes and rubbed her head against the blindfold’s knot. “Then fuck me, please Tate. I’m begging you. I can’t hold back anymore.”

  The bed moved again and a hand cupped her breast, stroking her nipple until she cried out in anguish. “I need you inside me Tate. Right now.”

  “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

  She stilled and smiled. So thoughtful. “No. I want to feel you. All of you.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “So. Fucking. Sure.”

  He chuckled and kissed her, mashing his mouth over hers and slicing through her lips to lap at her tongue.

  As their tongues danced, distracting her from the need between her legs, he thrust, burying himself inside her in a single stroke. Oh, god! She knew he was big—his cock barely fit inside her mouth, and then only halfway. But inside her? Jesus.

  She felt full and stretched and so damn good she could cry. Her eyes filled with tears and the blindfold snatched them up, whisking away the moisture before it could pour down her cheeks.

  He pulled back and thrust again and she wrapped her legs around his back, digging her heels into his ass and forcing him deeper. She wanted him to rip her apart. He got the message, breaking their kiss to piston inside her again and again, slamming her down into the mattress, shaking the entire bed with his weight.

  Over and over he fucked her, filling her up with every pump of his hips, ruining her for any other man. An orgasm built deep inside her and she moaned and whipped her head back and forth. All she needed was a little bit more.

  With another thrust, Tate reached up and tore the blindfold from her eyes, pushing her hair off her face and holding her head still. “Open your eyes, Jess. I want to see you when you come.”

  She blinked her eyes open and met his stare. The lust and love and admiration reflected in the dilated blue made her heart swell and her muscles clamp around his thick cock.

  Everything she’d ever longed for was right there, giving her the world. A stray tear leaked out from the corner of her eye and he brushed it away with his thumb before angling his hips and thrusting again. The gentle caress sent her over and she came on a scream, keening into the air as the room turned to black and a sea of colors exploded across her vision. She didn’t need a blindfold in that moment—her orgasm did it for her.

  As her body convulsed around him, Tate came, groaning and burying himself to the hilt as his hot, sticky seed filled her up. Over and over her muscles milked him, drawing out his orgasm as the last of hers ebbed away. A mix of his release and hers leaked from their union and Jessica smiled.

  It was the best sex of her life.

  Reaching up with one hand, Tate untied the knot
holding her to the headboard, and she lowered her arms to slide them over his head. He smiled back and rested his head on her shoulder as his cock softened inside her. She wanted to lay like that forever.

  It might have been the ropes and sex that brought them together, but they were bound by more. She knew it was too soon, and that she should wait, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d found him. The only man who could ever set her free.

  “I love you, Tate.”

  He smiled against her bare skin and propped himself up on his elbow. “I want you to know—it’s not just about the sex. I know it seems crazy, but I think we have something. I—I love you too, Jess.”

  Raising herself up, she kissed him, pressing her lips to his in a gentle caress. “Good. But let’s stop talking, okay? I can think of a million other things I’d rather be doing.”

  Tate chuckled and shook his head. “You know, I do have a whole bag over there.”

  Jessica smiled and raised an eyebrow. “And you braved airport security to bring it all this way. I’d hate for whatever’s inside to go unused.”

  “Oh, don’t you worry. It won’t.”

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