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A crease formed between his brows as he noticed my hesitation. His gaze searched mine, reading the dilemma unfolding inside my head. His head bobbed in a slow nod. “Alright,” he murmured, his eyes lowering to my lips, lingering there for a moment. “Fuck it, then.”

It was my turn to raise a brow, confused by what he meant.

His hands finally moved. One knocked the gun out of my hand while the other grasped the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. He met me halfway, our lips crashing in a lethal collision.

THE ASSASSIN

Kissing Simone was the best mistake I’ve ever made.

Her plump lips were softer than a cloud. Coated with leftover gloss and champagne, the taste was absolutely divine.

Her body tensed in my grasp, freezing for a brief moment. Her hands flew up to my arms and her palms lay against my biceps.

I expected her to push me away, slap me, regain her gun and finish what we’d started.

I didn’t expect her fingers to curl around my muscles, grasping so tight her nails dug through my sleeves and into my skin.

She rose on her toes as her lips began moving against mine. Desperately, longingly, and furiously. Like she was devouring a reward she’d been waiting impatiently for.

I matched her heated kisses with my own. Pressing my body against hers, I pushed her against the wall. I grasped her bottom lip between my teeth, pulling it down to grant my tongue entrance into her mouth.

She moaned at the sweet collision. Her hands slid up my arms and locked around my neck, pushing my face closer as our tongues battled.

I lowered my hands to her thighs and grabbed handfuls of her dress. I eagerly pulled up the skirt, letting it bunch up in my hands. Within moments, my fingers met something smoother than the satin.

Simone yelped as I grasped her thighs and lifted her up off of her feet. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pushed her hips against mine.

I almost grunted from the ache the movement awoke in my groin. In this position, I could feel the bottom of her ass sitting on my dick. My pants grew tighter with every passing second pressed against it.

I broke our kiss to pepper kisses down her jaw to her neck. The intoxicating scent of her perfume greeted me as I buried my head in her neck.

Simone threw her chin towards the ceiling, arching it for me.

I kissed along the line of her throat, searching for her pulsing vein. I rolled my tongue over it once I found it. The thumping picked up speed as I did so.

“Mateo,” she whispered, her voice drenched in desire.

I sank my teeth into her skin, and she swore. Her flesh was even sweeter than I imagined. I lapped at the deep marks it left to soothe any aches the bite might’ve caused. The taste left me craving more, so I sucked on her skin, leaving hickeys behind.

I usually never left marks on the woman I was with. Never wanted to give them anything to remember me by.

But, Simone? There wasn’t going to be an inch of skin without a hickey or teeth marks by the time I was done with her.

Her life, her body, her soul - all that shit belonged to me. And I wasn’t leaving tonight until she knew it.

She grabbed my head and brought my lips back up to hers. Her hips bucked, rubbing her pussy against my lower abdomen. Moisture soaked through her panties, dampening my shirt. “Mateo,” she whispered again between our messy kisses.

“What?” I replied. I took her lip between my teeth again, sucking on it as I looked her in the eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

Her eyelids hung low, like she was high off of my kisses. “I…” Her irises flicked between mine. A shade of bashfulness pulled over them, and she averted her gaze.

“Uh-uh,” I said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. “Don’t act shy now.”

“I…” Her hips fidgeted, seeking friction.

I slid my palms over her thighs to her waist to hold them still. “I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to.” I leaned closer, my lips brushing hers with every word. “So, tell me exactly what you’d like me to do to you.”

She closed the distance between our lips and captured mine. “Fuck me,” she murmured breathlessly between our kisses. “Please.”