Sinful: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance (Guns and Glory Book 1)

by Nina Park

  But in the dressing room, spinning to see how the skirt on the sundress flared, appreciating how it hugged her waist and then spread over her hips, emphasizing her big ass and chest in ways that looked sexy instead of dumpy, she couldn't remember exactly why.

  "Vincent?" she heard herself call out before she realized she was going to do it. The big man had been leaning against a wall outside the dressing room before she went in. The store had those centrally located rooms that weren't gendered, but they did have doors. "Hey, Vincent?"

  After a moment, she heard an affirmative grunt.

  The store had been basically empty when they came in, and she doubted anyone else was in the area now, and goddamn it, she wanted what she wanted. She was damn good at getting it.

  "I can't reach to zip my dress," she said, every word a lie. "Can you come in and help?"

  She heard the all-suffering sigh, so she made sure she had her back turned toward the door, her head turned just a little to make her neck look pretty and long, her hand on the back of her hair as if she was holding it out of the way, even though it was up off her neck. She stepped far enough into the room that he would have to come inside to touch her, and gave him a soft, concerned look over her shoulder.

  "I like this dress so much. But I just can't reach. Help, please?"

  She heard him swallow. "Should you buy a dress you can't zip on your own?"

  Alina let her smile take on a bit of flirt. "Won't you be there to help whenever I need you to?"

  He didn't say anything, just stepped closer. Maybe a hair closer than he had to; she daydreamed that her ass was brushing against his groin and that she could feel him hard in his pants. It wasn't likely, she was almost certainly just teasing herself... but damn it was a good tease.

  The sound of the zipper climbing up her back made her breath speed up just a little bit. She'd been wet since she woke up, and this wasn't helping. If he didn't take the bait, she was going to need to get off before she left the dressing room; she couldn't stand being this hot and pent-up without any relief.

  When the dress was fully zipped, she turned before he had a chance to step away. She ran her hands down her breasts, out to her waist, and over her hips. She let her fingers catch the bottom of the short skirt, tugging it up just a tiny bit as she looked up at Vincent. His pupils were wide, his lips slightly parted.

  Oh, this is fun.

  "Do you like it?" She looked right up at him, matching his look as closely as she could. She retraced her hands, watching his eyes widen and his throat work as he swallowed. "It's not too tight?"

  "It looks very good on you, Alina."

  She was impressed at how steady his voice was, given how clearly she was affecting him.

  She took a step closer. Her body wasn't pressed against his, but one small shift of weight and she would be. She had to look way up to see his face, and he met her gaze. She could see the heat growing in him, and she wanted to know just how far she needed to go before he would give in.

  She took one of his hands and placed it high up on her waist. A simple shift of his thumb would leave him caressing the side of her breast. He drew in a deep breath and froze.

  "Are you sure?" she asked. She pitched her voice low and sexy.

  "What are you doing?" He was staring right down her cleavage now, and she had a lot of cleavage.

  "Isn't it obvious?" She laughed, just a little, and kept the sound light and sexy. "I'm seducing you."

  "Why?"

  She pressed in against him then, and she could feel the length of his cock pressing against her. God, he was huge, and she needed him in her hands and mouth more than she needed anything else in the world. If he was taking this long to kiss her, there was no way he would be kinky enough to fuck her in here. But coming on her fingers with his cock in her mouth? That was going to be a close second.

  "Because I want you," she said. It was a better answer than "Because you're here" by a long shot.

  She wouldn't have climbed some stranger like this, but she'd wanted Vincent for a very long time. Would she be pressing this hard in other circumstances? Maybe not. But he'd been a headliner in her fantasy world for almost a decade. And right now, after everything that had happened, she was in a mood to live out a fantasy.

  She leaned up to him, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers. He drew in a huge breath, and then his free arm wrapped around her back, crushing her to him. The hand she'd placed near her breast didn't just caress, it crushed her, lifting the weight of her breast and seeking out her nipple through the layers of fabric.

  Alina reached down and cupped his hard cock in her hand, stroking him through his pants. He hissed, and then he was pushing her backward, into the wall. Maybe he was kinkier than she thought. But instead of lifting her up to get her in position for his dick, he dropped to his knees. It took her a moment to realize why, and it really only clicked once he'd lifted her skirt and mouthed her pussy through her panties.

  "Fuck, Vincent – are you—"

  He pulled back immediately, his eyes heated but focused on her. "Do you want me to stop?"

  She was soaked and aching to be filled. "God no."

  "Do you want me to keep going?"

  It was Alina's turn to swallow hard. "I thought I'd be going down on you, I didn't think you'd want—"

  His fingers pinched the meaty part of her thigh, and she gave a little yelp before clapping her hand over her mouth.

  "Do you want me to keep going?" he asked in exactly the same tone.

  She'd never ever had a guy so eager to go down on her. "Please." Her voice was breathy, and she didn't care at all.

  He didn't acknowledge the word except to nudge her thighs wider so he could bury his face between them. He mouthed her through the thin fabric of her thong, then pushed the narrow strip aside with his tongue to curl it around her clit. Alina moaned and shifted on his face. The vibrations of his groaning enjoyment and the rasp of his stubble against her sensitive inner thighs was incredible.

  His fingers moved up to hold the fabric out of the way while he tongued her, experimenting with long and slow strokes, the flat of his tongue or the point. She did her best to let him know what was feeling good without being so loud that someone came to find out what was going on. Every stroke of his tongue had her shifting against him, desperate for another one.

  Johnny had always treated oral as some perfunctory thing he had to do before he got a chance to stick her with his penis; this was something entirely other. This was glorious, delicious. This felt like Vincent was savoring every taste of her.

  "Mmm," he said, the sound making a soft vibration against her cunt that was nearly enough to make her scream. "I think these are in my way." He hooked his fingers into her panties and dragged them down her thighs. He let her step out of them on one side, but when she went to lift the other foot, he pinched her thigh again. "I think dirty girls beg to be fucked in public. Don't you?"

  Her breath quickened at the words dirty girls. "Yes," she gasped out.

  "Dirty girls get their panties left around their ankles. The only reason you get one free at all is that I want to bury my face in your cunt, and they would be in my way. Do you understand?" The firm snap in his voice made her cunt gush even more.

  "Yes," she whimpered.

  "You'll have to be very quiet now. Because I'm going to make you want to scream, but if you do, I have to stop. Do you understand?"

  She nodded frantically. "I don't..." She swallowed hard. "My legs are – you're making them shake."

  He chuckled. "Good." But he shifted her around so she could sit on the little bench in the corner of the dressing room.

  He pulled her legs up over her shoulders, her pretty red thong hanging off her ankle, and he devoured her cunt with even more dedication than before. She felt pleasure building through her, her nipples tightening and her hips thrusting against his mouth, riding his face as thoroughly as possible. He made deep, satisfied noises as he licked her
and nipped at her clit and lips.

  And then he slammed home two fingers inside of her without any kind of warning. The pleasure that was circling through her deepened, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. She crammed the heel of her hand into her mouth to stifle the gasping moans that were desperate to escape as he thrust hard with his fingers. She wanted to ride him as long as she could, he felt amazing, and she needed to come like this, shattering all over his face.

  He curled his fingers up and dragged them hard along the inside of her, finding that sweet spot and pressing up, firm. There was no more holding off; she shattered, feeling herself gush hard as she came. He pressed his mouth to her, licking her and teasing her through every pulse of the orgasm that threatened to carry her away.

  It took a long moment to collect herself enough to even open her eyes; when she did, Alina saw Vincent looking up at her. There was a look in his eyes she didn't care for; he was reconsidering, thinking about how he'd just gotten the boss' daughter off in the most lurid way she could currently imagine. She was absolutely going to need to buy this dress now.

  But that wasn't going to do; his regretting it was just not going to be okay with her. At least, not without her giving him something else to remember her by.

  So when he stood, stepping back just a bit, she slid down to her knees in front of him, just like he'd done to her. She leaned forward and mouthed him; his cock was rock-hard, and he'd been leaking just enough to make a tiny wet spot where the tip of his cock rested.

  "Alina—" His voice was hesitant, nervous.

  She didn’t want any part of that. She pressed her palm down on the length of his cock, feeling how swollen and throbbing he was. His teeth closed on his lips, and his hips twitched with his need to thrust.

  "I want to swallow you," she said. After coming like she had, she didn't need to work to make her voice low and throaty. "I want you to fuck my face and come down my throat. It's all I've wanted all day."

  His voice was practically a growl. "That's what you want?"

  She laughed a little. "Not quite." She mouthed his cock again, and he hissed. One hand wrapped around her bun and pressed her down against him, his hips miming how he'd fuck her, even if he weren't willing to admit he wanted it yet. "But the rest of what I want is better saved for the hotel room." She grinned up at him. "I want to ride you in a bed."

  Even as hard as she'd come, even riding his fingers, she still felt painfully empty. She wanted so much more than that. If he were going to go this far, maybe he would be willing to go even farther. It would be so delightful to be bouncing on his cock while he nipped at her tits...

  He looked like he was trying to hold back again, and then he made a low, snarling sound, and worked his belt for her as she sat back, eager and excited. His cock sprang free, and she took a long moment to enjoy him. He was big and thick, with a heavy head and a wide shaft that would feel amazing stretching out her cunt. But that wasn't what she was going to do right now, and right now, what she was going to do would feel even better.

  He stroked twice with his hand, showing her how long and hard he was. She licked her lips, then kept her gaze on his face as she leaned forward and placed a delicate little kiss on his tip. He snarled again, and his hand tangled up in her hair, but he couldn't quite bring himself to force her face down onto him like he clearly wanted to. Like she found herself wanting him to.

  Well… if she had her way, there would be time for that later.

  She took him in as deep as she could in one long swallow. She pushed until he hit the back of her throat, then came off, sucking at his tip and grazing him ever so lightly with her teeth. He made a hungry little hiss, and she stopped teasing. She bobbed on him fast and hard, feeling him swell in her mouth, stretching her lips, bigger than any man she'd ever had before. His pre-cum was salty on her tongue, and she swallowed every drop.

  As he grew closer, she felt him swelling still further in her mouth. She braced her hands on his thighs and sucked him as hard as she knew how, teasing the tender underside of his cockhead with her tongue and lightly tracing his balls with her fingers. He groaned, and that hand in her hair wasn't gentle anymore. He pulled her down onto him with every stroke of his hips, clearly desperate for release.

  She knew he was close; the sheer speed he needed, the way his balls were tight and hard, and the lost look in his eyes – they all came to a head in a moment. She had just that long to know what was coming. He came hard, and she almost choked; he held her down deep as he came, and she had to work hard to swallow him.

  He sagged down as his body went loose after his release, finding the same seat he'd propped her on minutes earlier. His chest was heaving with exertion, and his eyes were heavy-lidded.

  Alina sat on her knees, quietly pleased with herself, but her cunt still felt achy and needy.

  After a moment, Vincent shook himself. His eyes turned towards her and went wide.

  Chapter Four

  Oh crap. He had just eaten out and been blown by Frank Costa's daughter. Frank Costa, the man who had made it painfully clear for years that anyone who touched his daughter would find his testicles in a trash can. The gorgeous, tempting girl was kneeling in front of Vincent – fucking kneeling – looking like some kind of daydream porn star, and even knowing that he was going to die a horrible death at the end of the boss' brass knuckles, all he could think about was stroking himself hard again just so he could bury himself in her sweet cunt. She'd tasted so incredible, clenched at his fingers so hard – there was no way she wouldn't feel incredible.

  He'd seen that wimp boy who'd been trying to feel her up. If that were a sample of the usual guys she dated, she would never have touched anyone as big as him. It'd feel so good to slide into a cunt that tight, feel her going loose around him, knowing no one would ever be big enough for her again...

  He mentally shook himself. These were not the kinds of thoughts that would keep him alive.

  "That shouldn't have happened," he said.

  She raised an eyebrow, then lifted up, so she was balanced on her knees. She hiked the skirt of that pretty summer dress up to her waist, then made a show of straightening out the thong he'd shoved aside so he could have better access to her pussy.

  Before she got it back where it went, she pressed two fingers into her cunt, her gaze on him the whole time, and then pushed her thumb against her clit. She stroked herself slowly while he watched, little shivers and waves of want passing over her face. His cock was already rock-hard again, and it took every ounce of control he had not to take himself in hand and match her rhythm.

  He saw the moment her hips tipped forward, the very second when her teasing was about to shift into something more, and in that second, she took away her fingers. She straightened out her thong – though she made a show of pulling it up just a little bit, so it tugged her pussy lips apart – and went to wipe off her fingers on her stomach.

  "I mean, if you regret it..."

  He was an idiot. He was a fucking idiot. He leaned forward and snatched her wrist, yanking her towards him so hard that she had to catch herself on her free hand. He dragged her up him, her torso pulled across his knees – and wasn't that a gorgeous thought for later, her plump ass over his knee, begging to be spanked – and sucked her fingers into his mouth.

  She tasted sweet and musky, and he hadn't known he could get this hard this fast after coming as hard as he had.

  And then he let her go, let her settle down again.

  "We can't do this," he said.

  "What – because I'm the boss' daughter?" She scoffed like the boss was just some guy he worked for.

  When he'd joined the Costas, it was very clear that he was giving up anything outside of the family. He didn't want marriage, he didn't want children, he didn't want anything other than what Frank Costa told him he wanted.

  And, apparently, Frank's incredible, sexy, wanting daughter.

  Part of Vincent’s brain was still trying to work out when Alina had chang
ed from that awkward little girl into this incredible, sexy creature. Most of him was just trying to figure out a way he could get her to fuck him hard and without regrets. Dammit. No part of this was going to end well for him. Putting his mouth on her was the dumbest fucking thing he'd ever done.

  He wasn't entirely sure where the impulse had come from. Standing outside the dressing room, playing Candy Crush on his phone, he'd heard the come-hither tone in her voice. His dick had leaped to attention. It wasn't that he was wanting for pussy while he was doing his job, but there was something about this girl. She was all grown up, and she knew exactly what she wanted. He'd always loved a woman who wasn't afraid to take charge.