Chapter Six
Entering Bain’s home again that night, Scarlett was confused, which shouldn’t be at all surprising when she thought about how much her life had changed within forty-eight hours. She’d gone from living a really shitty life, to being kidnapped by a man she was having sexual fantasies over. Now she was enjoying the fact he considered her his woman. Her feelings were all over the place.
“I’m sorry,” Bain said, which had her turning in the main hall. There had been many times tonight that she could have run away, and yet she hadn’t. Not once had she wanted to leave his side. Even though she had watched him kill, she felt safe around him. He would protect her from everything.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I wanted you to have fun tonight.”
“I did have fun. It was nice being with you, and not scared.” That fact her ex’s brother, Neil, turned up was just bad luck. She had a restraining order, and for the past year she’d been able to live her life without fear, and that was the way it was going to stay. Also, in a weird way, it was refreshing knowing that Bain had offered to kill her ex for her. “I was curious, how much do you charge?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You offered to kill my ex. I just wondered how much that would be?”
His laugh didn’t offer much comfort. “You couldn’t afford me, babe. I offered to do it free of charge.”
“How much does a hit cost?” she asked.
“Is this for a story?”
“Nope, this is me being curious about a world I thought was left in movies.”
“It differs depending on the person, and who they are. If it’s someone important, but it’s high risk, it can cost about ten mill. Some of them, like the guy today, can be between five and seven.”
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“Do you have a couple of mill lying around the house?”
“No.”
“Then I would do it free of charge.”
“I actually think you’re serious. You are serious?”
“I don’t joke around about money. Or killing. Never have, never will.”
She was amazed. “Someone would actually pay you that kind of money?”
“And more.”
Scarlett didn’t know what to say, so she followed him into the sitting room. He collapsed down on the sofa, and she sat down beside him. “Why do you do it?” she asked. So many questions were whirling around her head.
“I’ve always been good at killing. I told you that.”
“Do you think you’ll ever do anything else besides killing?”
“No. I’ll probably be dead. The thing about being a killer, there’s always someone willing to take your place, even take you out.”
She bit her lip and leaned back. “Thank you. For defending me today. You didn’t have to do that.”
“You were with me. I wanted you to have fun, but those assholes ruined it. That guy, is he going to be a problem?”
“Neil? Nah, he shouldn’t be.”
“He was talking about a guy named Michael.”
“The ex I’ve got a restraining order against. He’s not a very nice man, and he was the final straw. I don’t trust men. I don’t want anything to do with them.” She laughed. “I should just learn to stick with what I know. I thought I was making a fresh start. Becoming a reporter.” She blew out a breath. “Have you ever felt so out of your depth before?”
“Not for a long time, but I’ve felt it. Sometimes it’s hard to let go of that kind of feeling.” He placed his hand on her knee, and she stared at it. His hand was so large as it rested on her body. The heat from his palm was doing something to her, and she had never felt this hard rush of desire before.
“You said you knew how to seduce a woman. Did it ever mean anything to you?” she asked. “Being with that many women.”
“They all blended together, Scarlett. They meant nothing and were simply a means to an end.” He began to stroke her knee.
Resting her head in her hands, she tried to think of anything to say to distract herself. “You know, all I’ve wanted my entire life was for someone to love me, to want to be with me, and to never let me go.”
His cold eyes stared back at her. Tears filled her own, and she gazed back down on that tattooed hand on her knee.
“Is it crazy that right now I feel closer to you than I’ve felt to anyone else in my life?” She returned his gaze once again. The hand made her gasp as it slowly slid up. She couldn’t look away from Bain, nor did she want to.
His eyes dropped down to her lips and then back up again.
Was he going to kiss her?
She wanted his lips on hers. The fire burned brighter than anything else in her life.
“You’ve never had a man devote his time to your pleasure?”
“No. I’ve always been a means of them getting what they want. You know, being the fat girl all of my life, it’s what I should expect. I’ve been told that if I lose weight, they may have given me pleasure.”
His hand was moving farther up her thigh, and with each inch, she was struggling to think coherent thoughts. He was a killer, a machine, and yet it didn’t matter to her. There was something about Bain that called to her. Even as she should be frightened at what they had already shared, she wanted more. She wanted his lips on her, and his hands on her body, consuming her with pleasure.
“You’re not fat. I don’t think so.”
She smiled. “You’re being sweet.”
“I know what I like, and I happen to think your curves are a blessing.” He gripped her hip, and she couldn’t help the gasp that fell from her lips. “There is a great deal I like about you, Scarlett, and I barely even know you.”
Should she tell him to stop? The grip on her hip tightened, and her eyes closed as her body sparked to life. His lips touched her neck, and she moaned. This was the most touch any man had ever given her. In Bain’s arms she felt starved for affection, for touch. She would give anything for him not to stop. The feel of his hands and his arms around her was like an addiction she didn’t want to break.
His lips moved from her neck, and she reached out, touching his face as he kissed her. She wasn’t afraid to touch him. This purely masculine man seemed to know exactly what she needed, without any question. His tongue teased across her lips as the hand on her hip moved down, curving toward her ass, and gripping the flesh. He held her tightly and without remorse, but she wasn’t afraid. Gripping his shirt, she held onto him, refusing to let him go. Her pussy throbbed, and her nipples felt incredibly tight as they pressed against her new shirt.
As she opened her lips, Bain plundered into her mouth, and she touched him with her own tongue, tasting him. He moved them so that he was above her, and she spread her legs so he could rest between them. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core, and she cried out, marveling at how big he felt.
Bain broke the kiss, and they were both gasping. “No man has a right to touch you unless it’s to give you pleasure. All of those other men were assholes, Scarlett. You deserved so much more.” He kissed her lips again, and she whimpered. “Tell me to stop. You have to tell me to stop.”
She didn’t say a word. Holding the back of his head, she pulled him down, needing more of his kisses. All of her life she had wanted to be the center of someone’s world. It was kind of ironic that her life revolved around that of a killer, but still, she was bound to Bain. “I don’t want you to stop. I never want you to stop.”
He growled, wrapping his arms around her waist, and he lifted them both up. She let out a little squeal and held on for dear life.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m not going to fuck you on the sofa. You deserve a bed, and that is exactly where I’m going to take you.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I don’t mind the sofa.”
“Not going to happen.”
He carried her up to his bedroom. Her weight meant nothing to him as he kicked open his bedroom door and placed her on the bed. She stood up, and he began to work on her clothes. Within seconds she was naked, and Bain picked her up, placing her on the center of the bed.
“I want you to be naked as well.”
He was treating her like a delicate princess, and she liked it.
Bain left the bed and removed his clothes, his ink on full display. She mourned the little boy he had once been. Those monsters had molded him into the man he was now, and she just knew there was more to him than he let on. He wasn’t as cold as he liked her to think. There was real feeling, real emotion inside him. She was going to be the one to help him to feel. Tonight had proven there was more to him than a simple killer.
His cock was long, hard, and the tip wet with pre-cum. He moved onto the bed, but he didn’t go straight between her thighs. He lay down beside her. One of his arms went beneath her head so that she was resting on him. He took hold of one of her hands with his and placed it in the one beneath her head. With her other hand, he trapped it behind his body so that she was defenseless and open.
She was completely at his mercy, and he had a hand free, which landed on her rounded stomach. The heat of that hand rushed through her body, and she pressed her thighs together. Bain could do whatever he wanted to her, and she didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she didn’t want him to stop, or that she wanted him to use her.
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Scarlett’s body was a thing of beauty. Bain had fucked many women, young and old. He’d been with women that had enough surgery that their bodies felt like rubber. All of them had wanted something from him, and rarely had it been enjoyable. He had been able to function as if it was just another job. Scarlett, she was natural. She was real, and she was in his bed.
He hated that she tried to suck in her stomach. He loved the rounded stomach as he ran the tips of his fingers over her skin. Her hips were large, and so were her thighs, which were juicy as fuck. He loved her tits as well. Big, with nice pink nipples. He had never been one for loving just one part of a woman, and with Scarlett, each part was his favorite. He loved her tits, her ass, her hips.
What he enjoyed most was her mind. She was hard to pin down. No other woman had made him break the rules.
Sliding his hand up, he cupped her breast. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she released a beautiful moan. Moving his hand down her body once again, he stroked the tips of his fingers over her breasts, her stomach, and down her thighs. Scarlett went from pressing her thighs together, to spreading them open and thrusting her pelvis up, begging for him to touch her.
She was deprived of touch. He had noticed that, and he’d been trained to know what a woman wanted more than anything. Finally, he cupped her pussy. Her heat and readiness soaked his hand.
“Bain,” she said—his name a whimper, a beg. He didn’t care. Sliding a single finger through her slit, he found her clit, and circled the bud before moving down to her cunt. With only one digit, he thrust it inside her.
Her pussy tightened around him.
“No man deserved you, baby. None of them knew how to worship your body properly.” He eased her off him and moved so that he was between her thighs.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“Has anyone taken the time to lick this pretty pussy?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. No. I don’t like it. You don’t have to do it.”
He smiled. “You’ve not had your pussy licked properly if you don’t like it, and believe me, when I finish with you, you’re going to love it.”
Her hand was covering her mound, and she looked nervous.
Bain slapped her hand, and she let out a little scream. “Trust me. I haven’t killed you, have I? You’re still living and breathing. Trust me. I’m not going to lie to you.”
She glared at him and flopped to the bed.
Come on, Bain. Make her scream her head off.
He eased the lips of her pussy open, and she had a pretty one. Flicking the clit, he heard her cry out, gasping. Bain smiled before sucking that bud into his mouth, using his teeth to create a little bite of pain. He teased her entrance, and then slammed his tongue into her cunt. She tasted so damn good, and he loved the sounds she was making. The little squeals were only making him want to hear more of them. While he fucked her cunt, he caressed her clit with his fingers.
Scarlett writhed on the bed. He saw her hands stretch out, fisting the covers.
“Please, don’t stop,” she said. “It feels so good. Bain!”
Pulling his tongue out of her pussy, he replaced it with his fingers, and then worked on her clit. His cock was swollen with pre-cum soaking the bed where he lay. He wanted so badly to just fuck her hard so that she couldn’t walk straight. Instead, he took his time, drawing her close to the edge of orgasm, only he didn’t allow her to rush over the peak.
“Do you want me to stop? You don’t like a man sucking this pretty pussy.”
“No! Don’t stop, please. I’m so close.”
Running his fingers over her mound, he went back, tasting her once again. This time, he didn’t stop. He kept her poised at the edge, refusing to allow her that tumble into bliss. Every second he spent teasing her, he was determined to get her so addicted to him that she couldn’t walk away.
There’s nowhere else for her to go.
He wanted her here of her own free will. For the first time in his life, he wanted this woman. She was the precious gift that he had been given, and he intended to cherish her always. All of his life he had never wanted anything at all. He’d never cared for material shit. He did what he was good at, living life and waiting for death. He wouldn’t go willingly, and for the first time in his long, miserable existence, he wanted something more than anything else in the world. He wanted Scarlett to belong to him, to claim her as his own, to possess her, and in return she could have him.
“Bain! Bain!” She screamed his name as he thrust her over the edge, and he sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue back and forth as he did. At the same time, his fingers were thrusting inside her tightening pussy. Her back arched, her nipples tightened, and a beautiful flush covered her chest as she shattered apart.
Only when the final aftershocks of her orgasm had ceased did he release her. He moved up her body, licking her excess cream from his face, knowing he would love nothing more than to continue licking her cunt all night long.
Scarlett opened her eyes, and he loved the look of shock in her eyes.
“Do you like having your pussy licked?”
She groaned, covering her face.
He eased her hands away and stared down into her face. Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, he started to climb off her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I wanted to give you pleasure.”
She shook her head and glanced down at his hard cock. “I want you, Bain. This wasn’t just about me. I want you. Downstairs, I wanted you inside me.” She sat up and moved toward him, her hand circling his cock as she ran it up and down his length. She touched his cheek and kissed him back. “I want you to have the same pleasure that I had.”
When she made to wrap her lips around his length, he stopped her and shook his head. “I want to be inside you.” He moved her hand away and claimed her lips before she could say anything. Pushing her back to the bed, he was kind of in a surreal moment as she lay against his pillows. Her hair fanned out on his bed. She was like the dream woman he had been waiting a long time for, never expecting to have.
Reaching into his drawer beside his bed, he retrieved a condom and tore open the packet. He’d always kept condoms on hand, just in case. Rolling the latex over his dick, he moved between her thighs. Compared to him she was so much smaller, and he wasn’t a small man. He knew how to use his dick, and she was soaking wet. Her orgasm would make it easy for him to take her.
Easing the tip of his cock at her entrance, he began to slide inside her, inch by glorious inch. Her tight pussy sucked him in, and he gripped her hips, watching his cock work inside her body. She was so beautiful to him, and he wanted to keep her, and protect her, and damn it, love her.
He was a cold, hard killer, and he wanted to be the right man for her.
With his grip on her hips, he plunged the last couple of inches, and they both cried out together. Her pussy squeezed his cock.
“You feel amazing,” she said. “You’re so big.”
He released her hips and held her hands, pinning them to the bed. Right now, he was unravelling, and he didn’t fucking understand it. Never had he been so consumed, so needy. Scarlett heightened that. She was making him feel, making him want something that he thought had been denied him so long ago.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he ravished her mouth and began to rock inside her. At first he started out slow, allowing her to get accustomed to his size. Then he sped up, thrusting inside her with more force, needing to claim her, to brand her, to mark her as his. That way, every single step that she took, she’d remember who she belonged to.
Breaking from the kiss, he moved toward her pulse, biting down and sucking, and then he moved down to her nipples.
“Please, Bain,” she said, moaning his name. Staring into her eyes, he fucked her hard, and then stopped. She wasn’t just any woman. This was the woman he wanted, the woman he would protect.
“What is it?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” In fact, he finally felt like he was waking up, as if he had been doing nothing but sleeping all of his life. “Tell me that you want me.”
“I want you, Bain.”
Her words were all he needed to hear. He saw that she spoke the truth, even if he was the one to ask her to say those perfect words.
She squeezed his hand and frowned. “What’s happening?” she asked. “Bain, you’re crying.” Tears fell from his eyes, and he didn’t try to hide it. Never from Scarlett. She needed to see the real man he was.
Slowing his thrusts down, Bain did to Scarlett what he had never done to another woman. He made love to her and let her see parts of himself that he had never allowed another to see.