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  He smiled. “Looks like you’re coming with me,” he said.

  “Interesting choice of words,” I said, trying to sound way more confident than I actually was.

  His breathing got heavy as he moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers along my pussy lips. I let out a high-pitched moan when the tip of his large finger brushed against my clit.

  And suddenly, the urgency of the situation dropped away. I forgot my fears, forgot all that chaos and confusion.

  “We really need to go,” said Sawyer, “but god help me, I wanna throw you down on this fucking bed right here and now.”

  “Put your fingers inside of me,” I told him, throwing caution to the wind. This wasn’t how I pictured my first time, but then again, none of this was normal.

  He grunted and hiked up my skirt. He hooked his thumbs in the band of my panties and practically ripped them off of me. I stepped out of them and spread my legs wider.

  He stood close and pushed two fingers into me. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders as he probed me and pushed me against the dresser.

  All I cared about in that moment was kissing this man.

  I leaned forward, my lips parted with anticipation as he fingered me slowly. He moved his face closer to mine, our eyes locked in mutual desire. My pulse pounded in my chest.

  And just when our lips pressed together, the door crashed open in the living room.

  I nearly screamed, but Sawyer covered my mouth and held a finger to his lips.

  We heard voices in the other room. It sounded like two men. Two very angry men.

  Sawyer yanked me down and pulled me under the bed with him. We lay there hiding, listening.

  “Aw shit,” said one of the men in a deep voice. “Guess that’s why he wasn’t picking up the phone.”

  “Whadda we do?” asked his partner. They were roaming the house now. It wouldn’t be long before they scanned the bedroom.

  “We gotta tell the boss. All hell is gonna break loose.”

  “No signs of entry. This was a hit job, for sure.”

  “I’ll check the bedroom.”

  I held my breath, terrified, watching the heavy boots enter the room and walk past the bed. I looked at Sawyer, wide-eyed. He squeezed my hand. If that fucker looked under the bed we were both dead meat.

  Something gnawed at my mind until it came crashing though as a panicked revelation.

  My panties.

  They were on the floor, right by the bed. If that goon knelt down to pick them up, there’s no way he wouldn’t see us.

  I motioned with my eyes, directing Sawyer to the underwear. He turned his head, the realization clicking into place.

  I reached slowly toward the thong. Sawyer shook his head at me, saying don’t do it.

  But the footsteps were in the master bathroom and I knew it was now or never. I shot my hand out and snatched up the panties just as the guy walked out of the bathroom.

  “Hey I got something,” we heard him announce. My overnight bag, probably. And the robe. They were both still on the bed.

  His partner came running into the room.

  “Looks like there was a girl here. You think she was the one who did him in?”

  “Who the fuck knows. Probably just one of his whores.”

  Not gonna lie, that stung my pride a little.

  “Then why would she leave her things?”

  “Maybe she saw what happened? Or maybe she pulled the trigger like you said.”

  “Either way, we got some leg work to do. But the cops could be on their way. Grab the bag and let’s go. I’ll get his laptop. ”

  Finally, they left the house. We were safe.

  For now.

  Chapter Five

  Sawyer

  This girl’s gonna be the death of me. That’s all I could think on the way back to my apartment. Her biting her nails in the passenger seat, me driving in silence.

  Now Castaldi’s people were looking for a girl. With any luck, they’d write it off and focus on the bigger picture. In the short term, however, if there was anything in that bag that could identify Vanessa, she was in a world of trouble. And that was unacceptable.

  We got back to my place and I made us a couple of gin and tonics. I sat down across from her in the living room, letting her calm down.

  “What do we do now?” she asked.

  “We wait. Most likely, this is gonna blow over. The families have bigger things to worry about than who carried out the orders or whether some whore saw it all go down.”

  “Hey!”

  “Their words, not mine. I’m just saying.”

  “Well, I can’t stay here forever. I’ve got class on Monday.”

  “Nope. Too soon.”

  “Fuck you. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

  “You’re right. But you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me, and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. You can miss a day or two right?”

  “Not without my participation score slipping.”

  “Participation score? Jesus. You some sort of star student?”

  “I do alright. I have to, or else I lose my free ride.”

  “I can respect that. But you’re going to have to trust me. You don’t know how dangerous these people are.”

  “Fine. I’ll stay. But I’ve got a test on Wednesday that I absolutely cannot miss.”

  “Shouldn’t be a problem, provided you do as you’re told in the meantime.”

  Her face lit up. She put down her drink, then crossed and uncrossed her legs, like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. I caught a glimpse of her pretty, pink pussy and my cock hardened in my pants.

  “OK then,” she said. “I’m all yours. What’s my first command?”

  I took a long sip from my drink. I’d made it stiff, hoping to relax after an unusually stressful morning.

  But there were better ways to relax.

  “Well first of all,” I told her, “we need to finish what we started. Can you believe the nerve of those guys? Interrupting us like that?”

  “I know,” said Vanessa, as she untied her shirt and let it fall open, showing me her perky tits. “Why do gangsters have to be so rude?”

  “Come over here,” I said. She stood up and walked over to me, hands crossed in pseudo-innocence in front of that plaid skirt. “Lift it up. I want to get a good look at you.”

  She did as she was told. I could tell she was breathing faster as she hiked up the little skirt, giving me a front row seat to her beautiful little flower.

  I reached out and slid my hands between her thighs. She was warm and smooth.

  “I can’t believe you were gonna sell this sweet virgin pussy to someone like Castaldi. It’s a good thing I came along and did what I did.”

  “That’s one way of looking at it,” she said. She reached down and grabbed my wrist, brought my hand deeper between her legs. I cupped her and felt my hand getting wet. “But I don’t want to talk about him. I’m with you now.”

  I put down my drink and scooted forward. I kissed her stomach and let my hand roam up her nubile body until I was squeezing her breast.

  “Tell me you want it,” I said to her.

  “I want it.”

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you” She spread her feet and, with her hand still wrapped around my wrist, moved my fingers back and forth along her slick, swollen sex.

  My cock was so hard it hurt. I spun her around and pulled her on top of me.

  “Oh yes...” she moaned, and started grinding her ass against my dick. My insatiable hands were all over her body. Up and down her smooth thighs, around her throat, over her breasts and tight puckered nipples. “I want you to fuck me,” said Vanessa as she pushed her ass down on my cock.

  “I will,” I said, gritting my teeth, then sucking on her neck and shoulder between words. “But first, you have to earn it.”

  Chapter Six

  Vanessa

  Sawyer’s cock felt so good pressi
ng against my butt as I sat on his lap, rocking my hips. His large, masculine hands set fire to every inch of my body. When he wrapped his fingers gently around my throat I nearly lost it.

  But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. Telling me I had to earn his cock.

  Not a problem.

  I flipped around and straddled him. My eyes melted into his as I unbuttoned his crisp white dress shirt; I barely even noticed the tiny specks of blood on the collar.

  I leaned down and kissed him. Gently at first, as he craned his neck up to meet me. Our lips touched and I felt a spark of electricity race through me. His mouth opened and I slipped my tongue over his. His hands gripped the flesh of my ass as we kissed passionately.

  He sat up and I pulled off his shirt and jacket, revealing the rippled muscles of his powerful, lean body.

  When I looked down, I saw the tattoos first.

  Then the scars. Countless.

  There was a small round one just over his heart. I traced my finger around its circumference.

  “A bullet?” I asked quietly.

  He nodded. “Half an inch lower and I’d be a dead man. I’m sorry...we can go to my bedroom and kill the lights if you want. It’s dark in there.”

  “No. I want to see you.” I kissed the raised tissue tenderly before running my tongue along his pecks. He raised his hips, pressing that hard-on against my naked pussy.

  I slid down to the floor, planting kisses on his six-pack along the way. Then I unbuttoned his pants.

  His black boxers strained under the rising pressure of his shaft. I peeled down the elastic and freed his thick, swollen erection. I’d never seen one so large in real life, not that there had been many to compare it to.

  Mesmerized, I held it in my left hand and cupped his balls with my right. He groaned and sank back against the couch when I licked him from his balls all the way up to his mushroom shaped tip. Then I stared into his eyes seductively, opened my mouth wide, and took him inside of me. It felt so good to fill my mouth with his girth. I sucked him slowly, encircling his cock with my tongue.

  He ran his fingers through my hair and moaned. His hips were beginning to move, to rock in pleasure with my motions.

  He thrust himself deeper inside my mouth and I swallowed him eagerly. I played with his balls and tightened my lips around him.

  “That feels so good, Vanessa,” he said. “You’re being a very good girl.”

  I withdrew my mouth and pumped his erection while smiling at him. “Can I have my reward now? Please?”

  “Sit on my lap.”

  I did as I was told and straddled him. He reached down and gripped himself firmly. Then he traced the tip of his dick back and forth along my slit. I was so wet, I coated him immediately with my natural lubrication. I wanted him inside of me, but he continued to tease.

  I leaned forward and kissed him before whispering softly into his ear. “Put it inside me. I’m so wet for you.”

  He grunted and slapped a hand on my hips as he finally pushed his cock into me. It felt so good, so filling and hard, as it entered my tight pussy.

  I eased myself onto it, letting out a small yelp as it went deeper and deeper into me.

  I winced briefly and then there was only pleasure. Ecstatic pleasure. I moved my hips in circles, relishing every point of contact between Sawyer and my virgin pussy.

  “Just like that,” he told me, “you feel amazing.”

  I let my fingers roam across the scars on his torso as his muscled clenched and flexed. The powerful landscape of his physique made me feel small and protected. I loved the way my soft curves conformed to the shapes of his muscles.

  Leaning forward, I moved my ass up and down on his dick.

  His eyes lit up with fire and lust. “Fuck yeah, baby, that feels so good.”

  “You like that, daddy?” I bounced my hips faster on top of his long cock. I felt his balls jiggling beneath me.

  He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked voraciously. His hand slid down my back, guiding my rhythms.

  Then his fingers grazed the top of my ass, toying with my crack and sending shivers up my spine. My breath quickened. The charge between us was palpable.

  “Come inside me,” I whispered.

  Suddenly, he grabbed me, flipped me over, and stood behind me. All in one, smooth motion. Even in the midst of passion, I was impressed. It was like a fucking judo move.

  I grabbed the back of the couch and felt him enter me again. He dug his fingers into the dimples on my back and pounded into me. My ass slapping against his strong thighs with every thrust.

  I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit as he fucked me. I felt a wave of tingles racing through me, starting at my toes and spreading out across my entire body.

  “You have such a pretty little ass,” he said, spanking me. “And now it’s mine.”

  “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  He granted my wish, thrusting deeper into me, my face shoved against the couch cushions.

  “I’m gonna come, daddy!” I squealed. His hold on the flesh of my hips tightened and I knew he was close, too.

  I skyrocketed toward a release of all the pressure that had been building up. In a moment of transcendent exhilaration, every muscle and cell of my being tensed, quivered, and then relaxed. Waves upon waves of pleasure rolled through me.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s a good girl,” grunted Sawyer as he pushed one final time into my throbbing pussy. “Oh god! oh fuck!” I felt him come, his hot fluids firing into me. He collapsed on top of me, his chest sweaty, his weight pushing me into the couch.

  We lay like that, catching our breath, him still inside of me, for what seemed like a blissful eternity. In those moments, I forgot all about our troubles.

  Chapter Seven

  Sawyer

  The next few days were some of the happiest of my life. For once, I was able to put aside the hard realities of my life as a hitman and just be in the moment. Seeing Vanessa prance around the house in the little booty shorts and tank top I’d bought for her at Target filled me with youth and light-hearted joy.

  We cooked and laughed and made love. When I was with her, I wasn’t a killer. I was just me.

  And to be perfectly honest with you, I lost all track of time.

  On Tuesday night, I had my face buried in that sweet pussy of hers, mercilessly teasing her clit with my tongue.

  She pressed her smooth, silky thighs against the side of my face and arched her back. She grabbed a handful of bedding and forgot to breath as I brought her to another climax. Her legs quivered and her body shook as she came. She sucked in a rush of air and relaxed as I climbed up beside her.

  She played with my hair tenderly, looking deep into my eyes. I loved pleasuring her.

  “Watching you come is my favorite thing in the world,” I told her. “Did you know that?”

  “I think I might have had an inkling,” she said, flashing a smile at me. Her eyes were bright and her skin was glowing. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

  “Hard to believe just a few days ago you were skinny dipping in that asshole’s pool, and now you’re here with me.”

  “Fate’s a funny thing.”

  “Indeed it is.”

  “Huh,” she said, thinking about something.

  “What is it?”

  “Oh nothing. I was just thinking how strange it is, the way we met. And with me being a virgin and all. You know what the French call an orgasm?”

  “I have no fucking clue what the French call anything.”

  “They call it la petite mort. It means ‘little death.’”

  I thought back on how we met, my gun smoking behind Castaldi’s head. “Ain’t that something.”

  She stretched. “Well, as much as I could go for another little death, I need to get some sleep.”

  “What for?” Then it dawned on me. “”Oh fuck. I completely forgot. Your test.”

  “You promised, remember?”

  “No, you’re right. I guess I just
lost track of the days..”

  “It shouldn’t take long. Afterwards we should find another room in the house to bang in. You know, really cover the whole floor plan. Have we fucked in the laundry room yet?”

  “Nope. Sounds like a good plan. But hey, shouldn’t you be studying or something?”

  “Nah. It’s Intro to Biology, and I think I’ve got it down.”

  “Einstein over here. I’m not sure I’m smart enough for you.”

  “Who needs smart when you’ve got a tongue like that?”

  She was insatiable. I was already looking forward to seeing her after class.

  “What time should I pick you up?”

  “Don’t worry about it. Can you drive me to my place in the morning? I’ll get my things and take my own car.”

  “I don’t like it.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll come straight here after my test.”

  “Those goons could have tracked you down. They could be staking out your school for all we know.”

  “I think you’re being paranoid. All I had in that bag was a toothbrush and a change of clothes.”

  I rolled over on my back. Something was tugging at my mind but I wasn’t sure what it was yet. “Still,” I said. “I’d rather play it safe. I’ll take you to your place so you can get some things, but then you’re riding with me.”

  She threw an arm across my chest and snuggled up beside me. “Sawyer, I love that you care, but you can’t keep my under your thumb forever. I have a life, you know. And as much as I want you to be a part of that life, I have to know that you trust me.”

  “I do trust you. It’s them I don’t trust.”

  “I’ll call you as soon as I’m done. That way you know to expect me. Does that work?”

  As much as I didn’t want to let her out of my sight, I knew she had a point. I’d practically kidnapped her in the first place, and here I was trying to keep her from driving her own car. If this thing between us was going to work, I had to give her some space.

  “Fine,” I said. “But stay on your toes, and come straight here. I have a bad feeling about this.”