Hitman's Captive: A Bad Boy Romance

by Lara Swann

  One hand came up to cup my thin panties, and sparks exploded within me. He didn’t do anything - just let me feel the strength of his palm there, where I desperately needed attention - but it was enough for me to feel the moisture slick against my panties and the strength behind his touch. I gasped, but before I could adjust his head dipped, warm breath caressing me and making my already hard tits throb. His mouth followed immediately after, warmth closing around me as he sucked and nibbled at them, sending electricity coursing through to where I squirmed against his firm hand. My breath was coming hard and fast now, while he drove every thought from my mind and had me gasping and moaning.

  This was so far beyond what I’d imagined that my fantasies seemed gray and dull compared to what he was doing to me. He spent enough time teasing and nuzzling against my breasts, shifting the hand that held me captive just a little at the right times, that everything inside me was building faster than I thought possible. Heat gathered in my stomach and a perfect tension seized me as I gave myself over to his attentions.

  When he finally started wandering lower, his mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses down my stomach as it slipped to meet his hand, I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Then his mouth hovered where his hand had been a moment before, and the breath that had caressed my breasts now whispered against the wet patch on my panties. I shuddered, hard, and heard his dark chuckle below me.

  Then he nuzzled forward, his mouth pushing the panties over my entrance and the fucking-fantastic sensations had me crying out. The friction of the fabric against my most sensitive places, the warm heat of his mouth and my wetness mingling with his own.

  “You taste beautiful, princess.” His deep voice vibrated through me, making me moan again, even as my mind barely comprehended what he was saying.

  He didn’t stop even as everything inside me started building to a crescendo, shudders ripping through my body as he licked and nibbled against my pussy. I hadn’t ever imagined someone would do that to me…before. But it was better than anything I could have asked for, and as his tongue finally pushed the wet fabric to the side and I had my first taste of feeling him, I cried out. My moans were coming constantly now, even as I uttered nonsensical words - his name, pleas for more, less, everything in between.

  His tongue pushed up inside me, flicking up to tease the bundle of nerve endings there before dipping in to give me a hint of what it would be like to be properly filled.

  “Ohh, fuck…” I couldn’t restrain myself, becoming crude as I let the relentless pleasure rip through me.

  Everything exploded at once, far quicker than I could have believed, and I was thrown into the most violent climax of my life. It tore through me, nerves alight with everything he was doing, and still he didn’t stop - even as I bucked against him and cried out helplessly. My hands came down to grip his head, pulling him into me as I ground against his face. I didn’t care about anything except this overwhelming pleasure - and he took it all, his hands circling my hips and steadying me as he sucked my climax from me, taking every sweet undulation of my body without breaking stride.

  By the time I came down, I was whimpering and he at last withdrew a little, a satisfied smile on his face. He slipped my panties from me while I was still surrounded by a haze of passion, and then came back up to caress the damp strands of hair away from my face. I could see my juices on his face, and impulsively, I leaned in to kiss him.

  He tasted of deep masculine strength mixed with my own sweetness, and it was an aphrodisiac that had me clinging to him, moaning as he deepened the kiss and held me gently. When I came up to look at him though, his expression was anything but gentle - full of a deadly intent that set my heart beating wildly.

  “That was just to make sure you’re ready for me, princess.” He murmured, his voice a seductive promise I couldn’t possibly resist.

  I whimpered, not sure how much more of this bliss I could take as he moved into position over me. I was sensitive and could still feel my pussy spasming from what he’d done to me, but at the same time, the ache there had deepened. However intense it was, I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. To be full and stretched and complete.

  He pressed against me, and as I gasped at the hot shaft there, I realized with slight shock that somewhere along this his pants had disappeared, and from the slick sensation, his cock was covered and ready. Had I really been so lost in what he was doing to me that I’d missed that?

  Yes. Absolutely, definitely yes.

  I tugged at his t-shirt suddenly, trying to get the tight black material off him as well - I’d spent too long fantasizing about those hard muscles to want to see anything else. I caught a cocky grin before he obliged me, and then I moaned as my hands glided across the ridges of his chest. My eyes flicked across the tattoos I’d already caught glimpses of and I pressed upwards into him, again overtaken by lust.

  His mouth met mine as he rocked slowly against me, still outside my desperate, needy pussy but letting me feel the size and length of him. My eyes widened slightly as I suddenly understood just where all that cocky arrogance had come from.

  Leo obviously had the experience - and equipment - to know what he was doing. My breath stuttered out of me and I felt a small thrill of anxiety as I wondered whether I could really handle that.

  He met my eyes knowingly, then his lips curved in an arrogant smirk and he started teasing me with his mouth again, trailing kisses from my mouth to my breasts before taking them in entirely, tongue lashing circles around my tits. I cried out and jerked up into him again, every inch of skin feeling alive with pleasure, and the deep ache inside me grew until any concern over his size was forgotten and I just wanted to feel him.

  Even so, he kept me waiting, drawing it out until the heat that had already exploded out of me started rising up inside again. I was squirming against him, my throbbing pussy pressing against his hard, naked cock in need and watching him shudder as he tried to maintain control.

  Then he finally positioned himself against me, and my body tried simultaneously to tense and relax with the anticipation of what he was about to do. His mouth swept down to catch mine at the same time as he slowly pressed inside me, driving away all thoughts of the brief flash of pain I was expecting. To my surprise, if that came I didn’t feel it - I was too wet and desperate to notice anything other than the delicious friction of him sliding inside me, with my tight, narrow space stretching for him. He went slow, hands still caressing my head and neck, mouth on mine while I tried not to scream with the pure intensity of it.

  I was filled beyond belief, and every craving and fantasy felt completely satisfied as he paused deep inside me, letting me adjust and shift around him. Every slight movement of our bodies sent sparks of sensation running through me, and I was breathless and gasping already, crying out his name again and again. Then the throbbing thickness inside me started moving, slowly pulling back so he could do it all over again. This time I couldn’t help the scream, and I threw my legs around his hips instinctively, wanting to draw him closer, desperate to have him back in - to feel him thrusting, fucking me.

  I don’t know what I said, but it was enough for that powerful expression to harden and intensify - and then he finally gave me what I’d wanted all along. He gripped my shoulders and stopped holding back, starting to thrust properly into me and making every nerve sing with pleasure. He was larger than I’d thought possible but somehow I took it all - loved it all - and arched up into him again and again. I was full, and stretched, and so used that my mind felt overloaded with sensation, but it was everything I’d wanted. And so much more.

  Then he picked up the pace, and I felt him throbbing inside me, saw the tension along his body as he became too caught up in it all to stop anymore. That overpowered everything, and I was lost in heavy, building pleasure - the tension and heat thrilling through my stomach and down into every part of me. I could hear his ragged breathing as I grunted and moaned his name, knowing that I was moments away from a climax higher than I
’d ever thought possible.

  “C’mon, princess, let me feel you…want you milking my cock with what I’ve done to you…” His voice was a deep growl in my ear.

  That image, with his words shivering down my spine, was more than I could handle. I let go, and flew over the edge I’d been approaching, screaming as my vision whited and my body spasmed with pleasure. Waves of intensity washed over me, and almost distantly I heard his answering grunt, then he bit down on my shoulder as he thrust hard inside me, his cock twitching as my own climax squeezed and spasmed against it.

  I clung to him as I came down, my whole body tense and still shuddering with aftershocks, and he gently nuzzled and kissed any spot his mouth could reach, supporting us both on the bed as I found my legs and arms unable to disengage from where they were wrapped around him. I was still moaning, and it took a moment to notice my throat was dry and sore as I tried to get my breathing back together.

  He gave me a moment, and then turned us both to lie down against the bed, sliding out of me and slipping behind me to pull me against his chest, now slick with sweat. I nuzzled into him, inhaling his masculine musk mixed with the scent of sex, and shuddered again.

  My whole body felt languid and relaxed, and my mind was too far gone to even begin comprehending what we’d just done. He murmured something into my ear, but it took a few moments for it to register, the smug satisfaction obvious.

  “As I promised, princess…I’ll always make you scream.”

  I shuddered at the seductive arrogance in his voice, a wave of contentment overtaking me as I snuggled back against him, pulling his arms tighter around me. It was everything I’d ever dreamed - far more than that. And so worth it, despite whatever risks my reckless decision might bring.

  Just don’t think about what he meant by “always”.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Leo

  I lay back as a satisfied smile played across my face, letting the wave of contentment wash over me as I stroked Alessa’s thick, glossy hair. Her head was pillowed happily on my chest, with her hand tracing the lines of my ink yet again. It amused me how much she seemed to enjoy that, but there was something nice about it too.

  I always felt an element of satisfaction after a good round of fucking - there was something unique about truly pleasing a woman and seeing how much I could drive them crazy - but the last few days had been deeper than that. Even with all the time I’d spent fantasizing about it, I couldn’t have prepared for how good it felt.

  After I’d shown her the kind of pleasure she’d been missing out on, Alessa had been as insatiable as I could have asked for. I’d spent a far-too-enjoyable time taking our passion to ever-higher levels and making up for her lack of education in a way that would make most experienced women blush. As I’d always known, she’d been more than willing - the fire she’d shown resisting me all this time creating another kind of spark in the bedroom and matching me with each dark, seductive promise.

  I wouldn’t have believed it would be much fun having the same woman stick around, but Alessa was proving me wrong every day - multiple times. Even with the knowledge that time was probably running out, and I’d have hardened killers chasing after me at any moment, it was almost impossible to drag myself away and get anything done. And when I did…she’d sidle up to me, give me that look and ask if I was really busy.

  Fucking tease.

  It was a good thing that I’d already arranged the appointment with my accountant - and it had to be in person - or I’d be sorely tempted not to leave the bed today. And since dawn was only just starting to creep around the edges of the thin curtains at the window, that would be saying something.

  I glanced down at Alessa with a smile at the thought - turns out, being woken by a screaming orgasm was good enough to get over her aversion to early mornings. And then of course there were the nights we hadn’t slept at all…

  All my hard-earned discipline seemed to have abandoned me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Maybe I was ready for retirement, after all.

  If you find a girl like Alessa—no, don’t go there.

  I kicked that thought out of my mind as soon as it occurred to me. There was nothing good that could come from thinking that way. This was just a bit of fun - something new, exciting. Different. And it would be over at any moment now.

  “Leo, huh?” Alessa’s voice provided a welcome distraction and I glanced down to see her tracing the lion tattoo on my chest. “The lion - is that what they call you? Fierce predator and all that.”

  Her tone was light and teasing, but I didn’t mind it - especially because she was poking fun at something I’d long thought ridiculous. I caught her hand and brought it to my mouth, kissing the pads of her fingers that had just been on my chest, then biting lightly and watching her expression darken with the desire I’d sated only moments before. Gods, this woman was so expressive. It was a delight.

  “No, Leo came from the overly-superstitious woman who found me on her doorstep on the 23rd of July. I imagine she was looking for the horoscopes in the local paper and I was a surprising addition.” My tone was sardonic as I traced the soft curves of her body with my eyes, the fall of the covers offering tantalizing glimpses and distracting me. I was long past caring about the circumstances of my abandonment, and it couldn’t even come close to holding my attention when competing with Alessa’s close, naked body.

  “Oh…” Alessa’s response trailed off and she stiffened slightly at the words, shooting me an uncertain glance. It only occurred to me then that to her, the comment might be a little more alarming. She shifted, obviously uneasy about how to respond to something like that, and I cursed myself for making it awkward. I wasn’t used to talking about myself, and the things I let slip out around Alessa often took me completely unaware. Must be her seductive charms distracting me.

  Shifting us so I was leaning above her, propped up on an elbow and letting my hand play in the hair at her temple, I gave her a slow smirk and diverted her attention away from what I’d just said, continuing to answer her question instead.

  “I never stick around anywhere long enough to get a nickname,” My mouth hovered over hers, nibbling along her lips as if my casual conversation whispered all the things I was planning to do to her, “but if I did, it wouldn’t be a lion. They’re pack animals at heart, hunting in groups, fierce…loyal…not me, princess. I don’t need anyone else to keep me alive, and I have no tolerance for the sort of politicking it would need…vying for dominance, all that…”

  My voice trailed off as my mouth and tongue wandered down her neck, enjoying the way she shivered under me.

  “So…what would you be then?” Her breathless voice came in my ear, and I watched as her eyes glazed over with passion, satisfaction creeping through me.

  “Maybe a viper…” Her hand went to the tattoo on my side immediately, my skin dancing under her touch against the crisp, clear lines of the venomous serpent.

  The lion was older and rougher, inked when I’d been young and stupid enough to think that it would be cool to have a tattoo that matched up with my name - and less funds to pay for real art. It still pleased me though, a reminder of where I’d come from, just as surely as the others reflected later thoughts and feelings.

  I continued as my mouth nuzzled against hers, keeping my voice low and watching the spark in her eyes as my body shifted closer to her. “Deadly and venomous….silent…unseen…” My fingers whispered across her skin with each word as my intensity grew, “At least, until it…strikes.”

  My hand caught her tit in one sharp pull with the last word, and she let out a short scream as the tense atmosphere broke, jerking up against me and giggling breathlessly. I chuckled, the sound deep in my chest as I took her mouth in mine again and tasted the sweet warmth there, surprised by the unexpected burst of playfulness.

  My bedroom games had never involved actual playing before. They were hot, and passionate, and intense at times, but nothing more than that. Simply both of us scratching
an - admittedly very enjoyable - itch. And aside from the occasional bit of dirty-talking, there was rarely any conversation.

  But it was different with Alessa - maybe because we’d spent enough time together before we started fucking. Maybe because she was the only woman I’d actually enjoyed talking with…even if it had started out as simple provocation and outrage.

  I shook my head to clear it, too interested in what was writhing beneath me to care. I moved on top of her now, pinning her under me and seeing the light flicker in her expression as the covers fell away. Her hands roamed over my chest and back - less exploratory now and more urgent.

  “So…you want me to start calling you Viper now?” She teased, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she looked me over.

  I snorted in response, shaking my head. “I’m just glad you moved off asshole and bastard.”

  Her eyes gave me a clear “wanna bet?” look, but I didn’t give her the chance to voice it. I lowered myself until our skin was almost touching, just an inch separating us and her sweet warmth sending lust coiling through me. I let my expression turn a little serious for a moment as I considered, the glimmer of amusement still shining in my eyes as they held hers.

  “I actually think those animal nicknames are stupid. You know why?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond, my hands starting to work her body, holding her breasts and letting my thumbs roll over stiffening tits as she gasped. “Because there’s nothing more dangerous…more deadly…than a man.”

  I took her mouth in mine again, penetrating hard with my tongue and then running one hand down her lithe stomach to cup her pussy, slipping one finger inside and letting her feel my claim.

  She bucked against me, gasping, and I had no idea whether she was still following the thread of our conversation, but I continued anyway. “What else…ever kills in cold-blood? No, princess, none of those so-called predators have anything on a man…well trained…and intent on…his purpose.” My lips hovered at her ear now, and I finished with a murmur, “Just let me show you.”