Dirty Whispers: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Paula Cox

  He adjusted himself luxuriously, taking a long moment to squeeze himself, letting his eyes show how good it felt. "Would you? Would you slap me? Or would you fuck me right here, ride me like a goddamn pony?"

  She wasn't even trying to hide her panting now. Christ, she was hot, his little Jessie he'd been dreaming about for so long. "Is that what you want?"

  He stroked his cock again, relishing the rasp of denim now. "You come over here and see for yourself, baby," he said. And she did. Jesus Christ on a cracker, she did. She moved fast in those heels, and he caught her waist and pulled her across his lap. If she straddled him, he would have come in his jeans just from being so close to her. She didn't care, just wrapped her arms around his neck, and sealed her mouth over his.

  Firecrackers went off in his head, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her angular body as tight against him as he could. He tried to keep his hips still, but his cock was on autopilot, grinding up into her ass as his tongue pushed into her mouth, plundering her. She opened eagerly for him, her fingernails digging lightly into his neck, and he groaned into her open mouth, so eager he thought it would break him.

  He didn't have to do this. He didn't have to do the thing he'd come here for. He could forget it had all happened, take this girl—this woman—as his own, and make her happy. Let that be the penance he owed. Let that be the way he would make his blood brother stop haunting him at night.

  Except it would never work. He couldn't have Jessie. He didn't deserve her. At least, not yet.

  She'd been scrawny before, and she was still scrawny now. It was nothing to stand up, holding her, and set her gently on her feet. He thought she'd step away from him, not mold that hot body along his, all angles to his planes, and now the length of his cock was pressed against the sharp tilt of her hip, and he was going to go mad, utterly mad if he didn't have her.

  She was wearing a jersey skirt that came to her knees; it would be nothing to lift her up, tear off whatever panties she was wearing, and bury himself into her body. He could shove her against the wall and fuck her hard, muffling her gasps and cries with his mouth.

  No. Christ, no. He wanted this so much, but this was not a thing he could have.

  He moved away from her, feeling like he was tearing off a layer of skin that wanted desperately to stay close to her. Her eyes opened, and he couldn't decide whether her expression was more hurt or confused. It set up an ache in him, just below the solar plexus, that made him flinch. He didn't want to think about hurting her. He was about to hurt her a whole lot more.

  "I'm here because of Danny," he said, then closed his eyes for the slap.

  He knew it was coming. He didn't have to wait long.

  The fact that it was a fist, though, was a surprise.

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  Why bargain when I can buy her outright.

  I’m a professional killer. Rescuing helpless women isn’t what I do. But when the daughter of my next target gets kidnapped and auctioned off, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.

  I’ll buy her and make her talk.

  That was before I saw her. One look and I can’t tear my eyes away—can’t stop imagining her body pinned underneath mine.

  One look and I know it’ll be impossible to keep my hands off her.

  She thinks I’m here to save her.

  She could not be more wrong.

  I’m going to break my code. Then I’ll break her.

  And show her what it means to be owned.

  ***

  I was supposed to save his daughter, not keep her for myself.

  When you kill for money, you know that your story probably doesn’t have a happy ending. But when I met Stella, I knew I might have a shot.

  She’s everything I’m not… pure, innocent, and without a glimpse of how evil the world can be.

  Her ex wanted her dead, her father wanted her safe.

  Me?

  I want her legs wrapped around me while she screams my name.

  I want to save her so I can keep her for myself.

  But all I did was put her in more danger.

  Now I’m doing everything to keep her alive.

  And when the dust settles, I’m going to make her mine…or die trying.

  ***

  She was marked for someone else, but I’m taking her for myself.

  I need a relationship like I need a bullet in the head—especially with a high-maintenance brat like Ana. The kind who’s got their head in the clouds instead of down here with the rest of us in the real world.

  She thinks she can tell me what to do. She thinks she’s in charge.

  I’ll tame her body, her mouth, her mind—and make her beg me for more.

  One problem--her ex is a crazy bastard who thinks he can get her back by taking me out.

  He thinks that I’ll give up what’s mine.

  He couldn’t be more wrong.

  ***

  I had every reason not to trust him

  I should’ve known better than to let a brute like him into my life.

  He turned my life upside down in the worst way possible: spread me open and took what he wanted—what I needed.

  He wasn’t supposed to stay.

  I wasn’t supposed to scream for more.

  But when he holds me down and grinds his hard body into mine.

  Makes me his possession and obsession.

  Makes me forget who I am and what he is.

  I can’t tell if this is all a dream come true.

  Or if I’m trapped in living nightmare.

  But as long as he’s by my side, I don’t ever want to wake up.

  ***

  I SHOULD KNOW THAT I WAS PLAYING WITH FIRE

  HOPE

  Killian O’Connor was the chance that I never had. The glimmer of hope that I thought was gone. He makes me believe that everything will be okay.

  He doesn’t hide what he is, and I should know better than to get close to him.

  I should know that I was playing with fire.

  We belong together, I know it and I’m sure he knows it too.

  But then why is he holding back?

  KILLIAN

  This club is my life, my blood, my family.

  I didn’t expect to drag Hope into it. But now that she’s here, I can’t get her out of my mind. The first taste of her lit a fire, and the second damn near burned my world down.

  I can’t let her get too close. I can’t put her so close to the danger.

  But when the same people who almost destroyed my life came after her, that’s when the gloves are coming off.

  Because the safest place she can be is next to me, and this time, I won’t ever let her go.