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

by Nina Park

  Alina nodded. She hadn't expected much different; when Daddy's guards turned up and pulled you out of where you were, either you were going home, or you were going very far from home. If they had been heading back to the city, they would already be there. This was something different.

  "How long's Nick thinking? A day? A week?"

  Vincent gave a little wince. "See, that's the thing. He has no idea. But he said to stay hidden until he says it's clear. He's going to get us a couple of things to make that easier. Burner IDs, stuff like that. But then we're not going to get in touch with him again, not until he gives the clear."

  Alina felt her spine going rigid and knew that her expression was enough like her father's that it would make basically anyone uncomfortable. "And I'm, what, just cool with being ripped out of my life and tossed wherever you all decide to put me? Fuck that. I have finals."

  Vincent grinned. "I told him you'd say that."

  "Did you?" Her tone wasn't curious; she was way too angry to be curious.

  "Yeah."

  "And did he have an opinion on what you should do when I was angry?"

  Vincent's mouth pursed in that way someone does when they're holding back a big smile. "He did make some rather crude suggestions, yes."

  She tried not to join him in laughing. "So... what's up?"

  He shook his head. "Alina, don't get me wrong. You're gorgeous."

  "But?"

  "No, there's no but. Maybe there's an also. No but." He took another deep breath. She tried not to think of what they’d done back at the clothing store, and how he would look when he was over her, rolling his hips deep into her. "You're the daughter of a man who could have me and my mother killed without blinking if I piss him off. That's pressure. And if we're here until God knows when... maybe you don't want to start something? Like, it's fun to fuck the help, I get that, but half the fun is throwing them away when you're done."

  The urge to slap him was intense. She choked it back, but hard. "I see. So you think I'm that kind of girl?"

  "No. What?"

  "You know what, never mind. I'll take the master bedroom; you can have the couch. I don't really want to see you again. Let me know when you know something about my father."

  She strode to the master bedroom as quickly as she could so he wouldn't see the tears falling on her cheeks. Dammit. She slammed the door behind her.

  Why the hell was she crying over something like this? He was gorgeous, yes, and his mouth on her cunt had felt like heaven, but if Nick was sending supplies, that had to mean enough cash to buy a fucking vibrator. She wasn't going to be completely without pleasure.

  And she had to admit that part of her was focusing so intensely on physical need because she was utterly terrified. She'd jokingly called herself a Daddy's Girl all through her life, but it wasn't an incorrect description, not by any stretch of the imagination. Her mother hadn't really been in the picture at all; it was just her and her father, and he doted on her like a father in a fucking movie. She'd had nannies most of the time until she went away to school, but beyond that... they'd been close. The last few years, less so, but college was the time when girls did that. Wasn't it?

  It was easier to think about begging for someone's cock while she was on her knees than it was to face what it would feel like to be without the man who had been part of her life throughout her entire life.

  Suddenly, she felt so entirely filthy that she could barely stand it. She unzipped her dress, tossed it and her bra onto the bed, then took off her makeup as quickly as she could in the bathroom. She stepped into the shower, running it as hot as she could, standing under the spray until her skin was pink.

  Then, she washed her hair. Through some miracle, it had stayed clean while she'd been sick, but that wasn't the same as feeling clean. She washed it until all the product and smell and misery from the past twenty-four hours were gone. Until she could breathe. She conditioned it well, then shut off the water and stepped out.

  Vincent was standing in the bathroom, leaning up against the vanity.

  Her first instinct was to grab a towel and cover herself up. But why the hell would she do that? He was the one who'd strode into the bathroom like this; clearly, he knew she was naked if he'd heard the shower running.

  She put her hands on her hips and cocked her hip to the side. "Like what you see?"

  "Yeah." His voice was quieter, softer than she'd ever heard. "Yeah, Alina, I do. I'm trying to wrap my head around it right now, but – damn. You know I've been hard since you kissed me in the car. Fuck, ten seconds after I blew in your mouth, I was swollen again. I don't know what it is about you."

  "Not the type to go back for seconds, huh? Is that why you're so worried I'll get attached?"

  He winced at the spite she'd loaded into her voice. It was only fair; he'd certainly done more than sting her with his comment before.

  "I'm not worried you'll get attached. I'm worried we'll both have a hell of a lot of fun, but then you'll be pissed I'm here. This... We may be here for a while. The sound in Nick's voice, it's hard to really know what's going on, but I think he was scared." She saw him swallow. "That's not a thing I've seen before."

  Alina took a moment to decide, then stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her wet breasts into him. He made a low sound that wasn't soft anymore, but his hands stayed politely pressed against the vanity behind him.

  "I'm tired," she said. "I'm hungover. When I'm hungover, I get horny. It's just a thing that happens. And I'm scared out of my mind that my father's dead and no one's telling me. I want a distraction. If you want to be my distraction, then that sounds really good. If you're not into that, that's fine too. But I want something crammed into my cunt until I can't feel anything but how full I am. That can be you, or however many fingers I can fuck at once. Your call."

  She leaned up and ran her mouth up his throat. There was a long, heavy pause in the air, and then he growled, low and deep. He caught her chin in his hand and pulled her mouth up to his, kissing her viciously hard.

  "I am not going to be one of those boys who fuck soft and slow," he said as his fingers came to her waist and dug into the soft flesh there. "I'm not delicate with women. I'm just not."

  "Good," Alina hissed out, pressing her palm into the hard length of his cock. He didn't hesitate this time, just worked his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down. He yanked his T-shirt over his head, and she took his small nipple into her mouth and bit just hard enough to make him slap her ass. "I'm not some fucking delicate flower, and I'm sick of people making love to me."

  He yanked her head back, running his mouth down her throat and biting down on her collarbone. "I'm going to make you scream."

  "Good."

  "It won't just be when you come."

  His hand came to her left breast, bare, and squeezed. His fingers were five points of fire, and she groaned, her hips bucking. He was pressed against her belly, and all she wanted in the world was a way to climb up him and drop down onto his cock hard and fast.

  "Do you like it to hurt?"

  "Fuck, yes," she whispered, and he twisted. She would have screamed right then if it hadn't been that she wanted to make him work for it. The smug bastard.

  He turned so that her back was up against the vanity, then lifted her easily so that her ass was on the counter. He pulled her hips to the edge and lined his cock up with her opening. She was wet, but not wet enough to take him. He was fucking huge, her hand barely wrapping around his width, and he wasn't short either. When he pushed the head into her, she gave out a little whimper. She felt the sharp pain of her cunt trying to relax enough to accommodate him, but she wasn't anything like wet enough yet.

  He heard her hiss of pain and looked down at her. "Does it hurt?"

  "Yes," she whispered.

  "Good," he said and pushed in harder.

  She cried out, and he must have heard something different in the sound. He moved back just a bit; Alina wrapped her legs around his hips
and pulled in as tight as she could. He snarled and drove into her all the way. He couldn't move fast, but damn he moved hard, and she was crying out in soft little sounds. Even she didn't know if it was because of pleasure or pain; they were tangled so hard in her head that one fed into the other every time.

  When he pulled back, she felt the wetness flooding in after him, and when he thrust in again, she was wet and gasping at the slick sensation of him invading her body. He felt the difference as well, groaning and shifting her hips to give him a better angle.

  "Tell me to be gentle," he hissed out.

  "I don't want you to be gentle."

  The slap was hard enough to make her gasp, but not hard enough to really, truly hurt. "I told you what to do."

  Her pussy clenched as she understood what he wanted. "Please, be gentle with me," she said in the most simpering tone she could manage.

  "No." He bent over to bite the flesh of her breast as he started to fuck her, fierce and hard.

  Alina gasped harder, feeling her cunt spasm with building pleasure. He fucked her viciously, his cock swelling more and more as he got still harder. Every motion made her pussy stretch just a little more, and she wrapped her arms around him. The only reason she hadn't come already, just from this, was that he'd gotten her off barely an hour before.

  But she could feel the need, the tightness, coiling down into her belly, and when he reached between them and pinched her clit, twisting, the release shattered over her, bending her back and making her scream as wave after wave took her to pieces.

  She came back down to Earth, finding that he'd slowed his thrusts and was clearly enjoying her. Her cunt pulsed around him, and he groaned in her ear.

  "God, beautiful girl," he murmured, kissing her neck.

  "You're not done," she said, her voice bleary and pleasure-soaked.

  "I'm not," he agreed. "But I'm going to fuck you on the bed."

  He stepped back, his cock slipping free from her while she made a sad little sound at the emptiness. She slid off the counter and landed on her feet. For just a second, she worried that her feet weren't going to support her, but they held out in the end. She turned to walk out of the bathroom and felt a sharp, stinging swat on her ass.

  She spun, looking at him with indignation – but the heat in his eyes made her want so much more. If she'd been entirely sure he would give it to her, she would have turned around and put her hands on the vanity counter, bending over and presenting her ass for smacking.

  But as shaky as she was from the glorious orgasm, she wasn't sure at all that her legs would hold her up. So, she went through to the bedroom and stretched out on the bed. Instead of mounting her, though, he pulled her back up, pushing her over onto her hands and knees.

  "You liked that slap, didn't you?"

  "Yes." It was the truth. The pain felt good, sweet and sharp, and she wanted more of it. That wasn't much of a secret.

  "Good," he said, and she got no more warning than that before his hand landed on her ass again. It was sharper this time, and he lifted his hand at the end of the blow, making her cry out. "Are you a good girl?"

  "No." The word came out with a little whimper.

  Another swat, harder this time. "Do you like being a bad girl?"

  "Bad girls get spanked." She glanced over her shoulder at him and gave him the most wicked grin she could.

  "Mmm." He stroked the soft, round curve of her ass. "Sometimes good girls get spanked. Just because I want to see them red."

  "Please," she said. Her voice was hungrier than she usually let it be, but she couldn't make herself mind. "Please."

  He didn't say another word; the hard slaps peppered her ass faster than she'd thought she would want. Her cunt was aching and empty again, pleasure burning through her hard and fast. She groaned and worked hard to stay up on her hands and knees as she swayed with the intense sensations.

  She got no warning other than his hands on her hips and the shifting of the bed, and then his cock was lined up with her cunt. There was no resistance at all now; she was wide open and slick. He slammed into her at the same time that he pulled her back, filling her all the way up. The smack of his hips into her ass burned hard, making the sweet fullness of her cunt even more delicious.

  At this angle, he ground into her cunt, dragging over the deep spot that drove her wild. She was spinning towards pleasure again in a moment, feeling the third orgasm in just a few hours tightening her body again. Her arms went weak, and she let her face fall to the bed, sticking her ass up even farther. It pulled her cunt even tighter, and he groaned as he needed to push into her again. She reached up and found her clit, stroking furiously as he pounded into her. She felt him tighten against her in the moments before he came, and the intense sensation tipped her over the edge. As she squeezed around him, he gave a harsh sound; he pulled her hips back hard, grinding into her as he pulsed deep. She felt him spasming inside of her even as she tensed around him.

  They both went limp, and he guided them down to the bed on their sides. She thought he would roll away, or get up to clean up, but instead, he tugged her to him. It wasn't quite a cuddle, but it was definitely being kept, and between the shower and the sex, her body was begging for rest. She closed her eyes and let herself drift.

  The thought that she hadn't seen any reason to pick up condoms at the pharmacy before went through her mind and then faded as she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Vincent slept just enough to wake up and wonder where the hell he was. He'd spent too long being careful about his surroundings, first when he was on duty and later when he was a bodyguard, to wake up with a physical jolt. His eyes came open, and he assessed where he was in a quick second.

  A hotel. A woman in his arms. Alina. Oh fuck. He was cuddling the boss' goddamn daughter. And his cock was rock-hard thinking about it, and he wanted nothing more than to roll over, pull her on top of him, and make her ride him hard while he slapped her tits until they were bruised.

  Holy shit.

  Alina seemed to be deep asleep, at least enough so that he could slip out of her arms without waking her. That seemed like the best plan, all things considered. He had to get his head on right and figure out what the fuck was happening here.

  And he stank. He needed a shower to get the road funk and sex off him. But he couldn't resist pressing a light kiss to the girl's forehead before he slid off the bed, as carefully as he could to avoid waking her.

  What the hell was going on with him?

  He closed the bathroom door quietly behind himself before he flicked the shower on. Alina had bought all sorts of fruity bath products at the drug store, and while it would make him roll his eyes, it wouldn't kill him to smell like – he glanced at the bottle – coconut dream – for a day or two. He would get some different stuff if it seemed like they were going to be here for a while.

  His cock had definite thoughts about being here for a while.

  He shook his head. This wasn't him, this thing where he wanted a woman. He'd had girls before, now and then, but it hadn't ever been a real need for him. It was a release, warmer and more fun than jerking off, but it filled the same purpose. With Alina, though, there was a different connection. Deeper. It had made the sex more than just... mechanical.

  When she'd been a scrawny kid, he'd liked her fine, but she'd been a kid. She liked comic books and scary movies and practical jokes. They'd talked sometimes, and he'd patted her on the head and gone back to work.

  And here was Alina, all grown up. She barely even looked like that scrawny kid, except for when she laughed. It was clear that she was a woman now, from her curves to her dirty, luscious mouth, but she still had that same laugh. And she was so filthy; she'd come hard after he'd spanked her, and he'd gone hard enough that his hand ached just a little bit.

  He looked down at his cock, bobbing in the shower spray, and sighed. This was ridiculous.

  He didn't know what the hell to do next. They were going to be cooped up here for who kn
ew how long. And if she got pissed at what had happened – now, or at any point in the future – he would be fucked. Not just in the fun way; she'd put herself in danger to get away from him. He believed that without question. And his first duty was to her father; he needed to keep Alina safe because those were his orders. Not just because she was gorgeous. Because he had a job to do.

  He shouldn't have done a damn thing to compromise his job.

  But she had begged him. Nick had practically given him permission, although he was pretty damn sure that if he tried to throw Nick under the bus on that one, Nick would end him before he even had a chance.

  Vincent took his cock in hand and stroked hard and fast, thinking of the way Alina had groaned while he was buried inside her. It only took a moment for him to spasm into another orgasm, and this time, he felt drained. Like his body was finally settling down and ready to relax.