The Hitman's Secret Love Child: Second Chance Romance

by Terry Towers

  The expression on his face was almost amused. “Would it make you feel better if I said that I killed him in self-defence?”

  “Yes. I mean…” Closing my eyes I gave my head a shake, attempting to clear the cobwebs. It wasn’t the fact that he was dead that bothered me – he was hardly a good man. His death would no doubt be a blessing to many souls out there. My concern was that Constantine was indeed capable of murder. “This feels so surreal,” I murmured. Maybe I’d wake up any minute and discover this was just one long, drawn-out bad dream.

  “Robyn, here’s the thing. You’re in the position where it’s either take them out or be on the run for the rest of your life, because I guarantee that they won’t stop until you’re dead.”

  The thought sent a chill through me, causing my entire body to tremble. He was right and there was no turning back now. I should never have accepted that first date from Gabriel. Hell, I never should have married him. In the back of my mind I’d known something was off about Gabriel – why hadn’t I listened to my intuition?

  “I’ll take care of you, Robyn. Nothing is ever going to hurt you or Austin again. I promise.”

  I looked up and my gaze locked with his. He’d kept all those memories of us and had them tucked away. Did he look at them often and wonder “What if?” I knew I had. I’d wondered about it countless times over the past number of years. That’s what happens when you don’t have closure, I suppose.

  “I’m scared. You have no idea what Gabriel is capable of.” Despite my words I felt confidence in him, I just felt it needed to be said. Last night was the first night in for as long as I could remember that I was able to sleep the entire night. But by him protecting me he was also putting himself on the chopping block.

  “I’m not worried, I’ve handled worse than them before. Besides, it’ll be over soon.” He slipped his arms around me and pulled me tight to him. I hesitated at first, but his body was so warm and inviting. I longed for the comfort he was offering and was helpless to deny myself. Burying my face into the crook of his neck, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held tight to him.

  It felt good being in his arms, like I was going home and this was where I belonged.

  “It’ll be fine, baby,” he whispered into my hair, the warmth of his breath sending delicious shivers down my neck.

  I moaned softly despite myself. I needed this.

  “What?”

  I shook my head. I couldn’t voice how I was feeling right now.

  “Tell me what you need to make it better for you.”

  I pulled back slightly, just enough to stare up into his eyes. He was doing it right now. He was giving me what I needed – security, protection, affection. All those photos, everything saved over the years, that wasn’t the work of a man who was over someone and no longer cared, otherwise he’d have thrown them out long ago. He still cared, despite everything that had transpired between us.

  “I need you.” The words were whispered so softly I would have sworn that they were simply thoughts. But I had said the words, I could tell by the fire that flared up in Constantine’s eyes, hot and feral. The look in his eyes sparked the desire within me and my pussy clenched in anticipation.

  A low strangled sound came from him. “Don’t say what I think you’re saying unless you mean it. I’m not about to play games with you, baby. I’m not the person you used to know.”

  “I know.” In a strange way, it excited me. Maybe I was addicted to destructive men?

  He slipped his hands to my face, framing it with his large, strong hands. “You have no idea how often I’ve thought about being inside of you again.”

  “You have?”

  “Oh yes, so if there’s –”

  I cut him off in mid-sentence, moving forward out of his hands, placing my palms flat against his chest and kissing him. I never remembered him to be such a damned talker, especially in a situation like this. I didn’t need talk right now, I needed his naked body pressed against mine. I needed him filling me and bringing me to heights I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

  His lips hesitated against mine. What the hell? I saw that look in his eyes, I was very familiar with it, why was he hesitating? But his hesitation only lasted a fraction of a second before he responded, his lips becoming firm on mine as he slipped a hand to the back of my head, fisting my hair in his grasp.

  “Constantine,” I gasped, my hands slipping to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hard, toned muscle.

  “Yes,” he whispered before he began to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past my parted lips.

  I met his tongue’s invasion with my own, the connection sending jolts of pleasure through me, increasing my need for him tenfold. This wasn’t the best idea – I was in danger of confusing myself worse than I already was – but when he began to press me backward, his body lowering along with mine, I no longer cared. The need of the moment superseded the dangers of tomorrow.

  Stretching out beside me on the bed, Constantine gathered my wrists up in one hand, pinning my hands above my head. His other hand caressed my cheek as he continued to kiss me, the intimate act making me smile as he pulled his lips from mine.

  “Wow,” the word more of a sigh than an actual word.

  He chuckled, slipping his hand from my cheek to plant itself on the side of my head. Lowering his head again, his lips grazed along my jawbone. Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, giving him access to my neck.

  My entire body lit up as his lips slowly travelled across my jawbone to pause at my earlobe and then to my neck. God, I loved having my neck kissed. It was almost as good as the act itself and it always took me from zero to fuck me please in an instant.

  I struggled against the hand that was securing my two wrists, but his grasp was ironclad. It didn’t stop me from trying, however. The attempt to free myself added to the excitement of the moment.

  Closing my eyes, I focused on nothing but the feel of his tongue and teeth as they made their way down my neck. My breath was jagged as he worked his magic on me, the apex between my legs moistening in anticipation of what was to come. I squirmed a bit, attempting to relieve some of the pressure building within; it didn’t help.

  His free hand slipped to the bottom hem of my t-shirt and pushed it upward until the cotton was gathered above my heaving breasts covered in pink lace. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to see you like this again, how many times I’ve jerked off to the vision of you.”

  The idea of him imagining me with his dick in hand sent a delicious shiver down my spine and a soft moan escaped my lips. Admittedly, I’d thought about our one night together, prom night, so many times I’d lost count. The fantasy usually ended with me coming over my hand or toy, whatever the choice of the night was, and tears in my eyes.

  His eyes stared deep into mine and as if reading my mind he asked, “Have you thought of me over the years, Robyn?”

  As he waited for me to answer his thumb stroked my right nipple, turning it into a hardening nub, causing me to moan out the answer, “Yessss.”

  “Good. I like that.” He flipped open the white plastic clasp holding the sheer cups together over my breasts, freeing my breasts from their restraints. Cupping my bare breast in his hand, he squeezed my tightened nipple between his thumb and index finger, gently applying more and more pressure as my desire for him increased. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the mattress, savouring the feel of his hands on me.

  When he removed his hand from my breast my eyes flew open and I was about to protest, but his hand was replaced with his mouth and his tongue swirled around my tight nipple. The feel of his breath in combination with the moisture from his tongue was divine and I found myself moaning softly, slipping one hand behind his head and holding his head to me, not wanting the pleasure to end.

  But it ended, too quickly.

  “Constantine,” I protested, opening my eyes as he released my nipple and slid from the bed.

  He didn’t answe
r, but flashed me a sexy, lopsided grin as he began to unbutton his shirt. Sitting up, I shed my shirt and bra completely and pulled myself further up on the bed, until I was perfectly centered before reclining back on the bed, propping myself up with my elbows, which also had the additional benefit of jutting forward my modest-sized B breasts. It seemed to work, as he paused at the third button from the top to stare at my chest momentarily. It was my turn to hit him with a cocky smile.

  “You’re as beautiful as I remembered – more so.”

  My smile widened and I felt heat color my cheeks.

  He undid another button and another, pulling his shirt out from the waistband of his pants and undoing his belt. “You still have the sexiest blush.”

  I chewed at my lower lip, speechless as he shrugged off his shirt and it fell to the floor. My god, he’d filled out since my last time with him. I’d suspected by the feel of his muscle under his clothing how amazing he’d look, but my imaginings hadn’t been near as incredible as the real thing. As my eyes wandered down the length of him, the beauty of his body was marred by various scars, short, long, circular…

  My brow creased as I stared at one particularly long and thick scar just above the waistband of his pants.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as his hands stopped moving, clasping his zipper about to pull it down.

  Getting to my knees, I crawled over to the edge of the bed. “What is with all the scars?” I reached out and traced the thick scar above his waistband with my index finger.

  “It’s nothing. Part and parcel with the line of work I’m in, I’m afraid.”

  “My god. That’s so scary.”

  “It’s part of the line of work, baby.”

  Looking up from the scar I was fingering, I frowned. “Why are you doing it?”

  He hesitated a moment, his smile faltering, but the smile returned as he unzipped his pants, hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down. “Because I’m good at it.” His pants fell to the floor, puddling at his feet. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, containing an impressive bulge.

  “Yeah, but…”

  Grabbing me by the waist, he lifted me and tossed me further up on the bed, toward the center. “It’s not the only thing I’ve become very, very good at.”

  The heat in his eyes as he looked down at me as he crawled over my body made my mind dump the worry over his scars and his occupation as need flared up within me, stronger than ever. “Is that so.”

  “Uh-huh. Indeed it is.” He lowered his head and kissed my abdomen. I squirmed under him, my pussy clenching in anticipation. His hands did short work of the button and zipper on my jeans. Grabbing the waistband, he yanked them down, lifted my legs, pulled my jeans off and threw them to the floor to join the growing pile of clothing, leaving me in only my lacy panties that matched my bra. I heard a faint ting sound as my pants hit the floor and my heart stopped beating a moment – the ring.

  I watched his expression, praying he didn’t hear what I did. He didn’t seem to as his mouth returned to my stomach and gradually made its way lower. With each inch my panties grew wetter. By the time his lips made it to the waistband and his head perked up and eyes met mine, the crotch of my panties had become saturated with my desire.

  His gaze, so intense and hungry, made me tremble.

  “Are you okay? Cold?”

  I nodded. “Yes. I mean, I’m fine.” My words came out in one breath. “I want this.” I didn’t just want this, I needed it. I needed to be touched and connect with someone I could trust, someone who wouldn’t hurt me. Constantine never would, I knew this with all my heart. So, yes, I needed this.

  “Good.” He smiled again. “Either way, you wouldn’t be for long…” Dipping his head again, he caught the top of my panties in his teeth and tugged at them, pulling them down. I lifted my bottom and they slid down. The cool air teased my wet pussy and I squirmed, a soft little moan escaping me.

  “Damn, I love those little sounds you make,” he murmured, kissing his way back up my inner thigh.

  Closer and closer he got to the apex between my legs. The anticipation was killing me while the heat of his breath sent shivers through me. I love foreplay, absolutely love, but by the time his lips reached their destination the only thing I wanted was him inside me, fucking me into oblivion.

  “Constantine, please.” I closed my eyes and tried to relax as he forced my thighs further apart.

  “Please, what?” He slipped his fingers between my folds and spread me, exposing my clit. Dipping his head again, his tongue lashed out and flicked my clit.

  A yelp of surprise and yearning escaped me. After gently tugging at my pussy lips with his teeth he went back to my clit; his tongue lashed out again, but this time I bit down to keep from crying out. His tongue began whipping at my clit faster and with a little more pressure, making my entire body vibrate with need. I had to fist the blankets beneath me to keep from forcing him up my body.

  My pelvis rocked against his mouth as he slipped first one and then a second finger into me, stroking my inner wall as I brought myself raising higher and higher until I felt like my body was going to explode from the pleasure.

  I couldn’t take any more of this torture! I was just in the process of reaching down to pull him up to me – hell, I’d drag him by the ears if I had to – when a wave of pleasure so intense rushed through me, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, that I screamed out loud, my body going still. All tension escaped me and I was in pure bliss, my juices greeting his greedy lips and tongue.

  I lay back panting, unaware that Constantine had slipped from the bed and removed his boxer briefs. It wasn’t until I felt his weight on the bed and felt him settling himself between my parted legs that I finally opened my eyes again. Opening my eyes, my gaze locked onto his brilliant lust-filled blue eyes. Something within me broke open and if he hadn’t lowered his lips to mine he would have seen the tears well up in my eyes. I was grateful he hadn’t.

  I moaned against his lips as he shifted between my legs until his cock was nestled between my pussy lips. He began to rock against me, his dick sliding back and forth along my length, rubbing my still swollen clit with each movement.

  God, I was going to climax again and he hadn’t even penetrated me!

  Constantine lifted his lips from mine and stared down at me, one hand planted at the side of my head, and he traced the line of my jaw and then my lower lip with the index finger of his other hand. “I’ve never needed anyone so badly, Robyn.”

  I swallowed hard, mustering up my ability to speak. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  He pressed the head of his dick at my entrance and I waited for the glorious feeling of the initial thrust. He pressed in, just a tad, not fully breaching and driving me nearly insane from the anticipation.

  “You’re killing me,” I groaned, attempting to buck up and impale myself on his shaft. He held back. Jesus, what man held off when he had a woman under him, begging to be fucked? The need was becoming unbearable.

  He chuckled, a deep throaty chuckle. Dammit, even his laugh turned me on. “I want to hear you beg me.” He pressed in just a smidge more, then immediately pulled away.

  I wanted to deny him. Maybe I was weak, but I didn’t care. Staring up into his eyes, I knew he wasn’t going to break, it was either do as he wanted or remain in this agony. I wasn’t going to win this battle of wills.

  “Please. God, Constantine, please. I need you.”

  “How bad?”

  A shiver rocked down my spine and the throbbing between my legs intensified. “Please, God, please, I need you.”

  His grin disappeared and his lips came crashing down on mine as he drove his cock deep within me, balls deep. I screamed out against his lips, grabbing onto his shoulders and digging my nails into his flesh, making deep crescent shapes in the muscle. Slowing pulling back until he was barely breaching my entrance, Constantine slammed back in while deepening th
e kiss.

  The pleasure, oh my god, he felt divine within me, his dick stretching me to my limits. He removed his lips from mine as he pulled out and slammed into me again, pushing me up the mattress an inch.

  His gaze caught mine as he began to move with me, in and out, over and over, the head of his cock stroking my g-spot with each inward thrust and rapidly sending me up the mount of my desire, destined for the crest way too soon.

  “So, so, sooo good. Const… pleassssse…” I panted, barely able to keep catch of my breath.

  “Oh yea, baby.” The heat, the raw feral desire blazed within his eyes.

  I trembled under his hard body just seeing the heat within his gaze. “Mmmm.”

  “You feel so damned good. So tight. Perfect.” His hand grasped my hair and yanked my head back, his mouth going to my neck and biting, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my pelvis and thrust up as he slammed down into me, meeting his thrust with my own, our bodies rocking in unison.

  Higher and higher. I screamed out loud, my back arching, basking in the pleasure we were sharing. It had been a long time since we’d been together, but there was no awkwardness, just familiarity. It was like time had wound back and we’d never parted.

  “So close, oh god!” My body stiffened as it prepared for release. I released his shoulders, placing my hands above my head and grasping tightly to the rungs of the headboard.

  His lips moved to just below my earlobe and I could feel his breath on my ear. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock,” he commanded me, in a low, deep rasp.

  His demanding voice sent me spiraling over the summit of my desire. “Yesssss.” I felt spent, my mind blanking out as I basked in the wave of pleasure that was consuming me. Relaxing my legs from around him, the tension drained from me and I felt like a limp ragdoll beneath him.

  But he wasn’t about to allow me to relax. In one swift motion, he flipped onto his back, taking me with him, our connected bodies not parting from the movement. I squealed from the surprise then lay panting on his chest.