“No. Actually, it’d catch me off guard…in a good way.”
“That so? Well then, you’re positively glowing, my darling. I never thought I’d say it, but you belong in this life. The Glock suits you.”
A smile blossoms on her mouth, and I tug her petite, curvy frame to my chest. She gazes up at me, meeting my stare, and for once, I swear hers isn’t filled with anger. My compliments weren’t strong enough. They didn’t measure up to the emotion I’m tumbling through in my chest. It’s so unlike me. I don’t feel things for women—not pride or respect, only desire. Ismerlda has me proving to be a liar today.
“So bloody alluring,” I murmur, while leaning down into her. My lips fall to hers where I’m met with red-hot heat in return. Her kiss reminds me of the candy cinnamon hearts that’re sweet but have a bit of bite to them. You know every time you taste one it won’t be boring in the slightest—perhaps a bit confusing, but never rudimentary.
Twisting us around, I slam her back against the wall. Our kiss grows tense as we each fight for dominance. Ismerlda challenges me at every turn. It’s both maddening and intoxicating all in the same breath. One hand is wrapped around the front of her throat, holding her in place. She may dual with me for power over our kiss, but I’ll be damned if I give her control over her body. She’ll be right where I want her to be, so close to me that she can’t breathe anything other than my air. She’ll feel me and everything she does to me. If she only knew the true power she possesses.
This woman is mine, no matter how farfetched that thought may be. When we come together, we’re explosive. It’s the truth I’m able to finally see. We’re oil and water—we don’t mix. Yet both are required to bake a cake, and in this instance, we’re both needed to get through this task for Joker, together. We may butt heads at every turn, but I’m not fighting the drag she has on my body any longer. The moment she spreads these shapely thighs open, I’ll sink all the way down to my bollocks in her warm, wet cunt and rejoice. We were put into each other’s path for a reason, something greater than I was ever anticipating.
My free hand travels to her hip, applying just enough pressure for her to raise her thigh. I easily lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I press my solid cock against her center, my chest rumbling with a gratified groan. I can feel the warmth radiating from her crotch against my trousers. My length is more than happy to get a bit of friction from the enticing Italian beauty. It’s not enough though. I crave more. I need inside her, hearing her as she comes around my shaft.
My mouth leaves hers, moving to her throat. I nip and suck my way lower, pushing the collar of her blouse to the side. I want to see these perfect tits of hers as well as taste them. If I were a betting bloke, I’d wager on her being a wild one in the sack. My body thrums with the promise of what’s to come, finally being able to angry fuck her pussy raw. I press into her, getting rewarded with her moan. “That’s it, lovey, get that cunt drenched for me.”
Her hands fall to my firm, wide chest, pushing me away. It takes me a minute to catch on, as I’m too wrapped up in the promise of having her completely. She’s like a thick fog, drawing me in, wrapping around me until I don’t know where I am any longer. “No, Max. We’re not doing this here.” She puts a stop to my dizzy fantasies, pulling the warmth from my bones.
I shoot her a puzzled stare, my cock ready to break my zipper down for some relief. “Why not? He’s dead and he surely wouldn’t care if we fuck, were he alive. I can give you a proper shag against this wall. All I need is you naked, and you’ll be coming.”
“I don’t want some quick sex in this disgusting hellhole of a room. It stinks, it’s filthy, and there’s a group of jackasses outside these walls. I need disinfectant, a hot shower, and then I should make some calls.”
Releasing a breath, I pull away, allowing her back down to her