I sat behind my desk, still shirtless because my temperature had never decreased after I hit my boiling point. I was full of rage, full of ferocity. I stared out the large window to the mountain beyond, looking at the untouched white snow. In the winter, the outskirts of Lake Garda were breathtaking and beautiful. The solitude kept me calm, stopped the bad thoughts from descending.

But right now, they couldn’t be helped.

Flames licked the wood and made popping sounds. My bottle of scotch was untouched on the desk. I’d already had plenty for the day. The sun was setting because I’d been sitting there for hours.

And hours.

Her panties were still in my pocket because I intended to jerk off with them after I got rid of her body.

Because I was a sick fuck like that.

My fingers rested against my temples, and I stared out the window, watching the light fade and no longer reflect the powder of snow.

I had the knife at her throat. I had the blade right against her skin. I could feel her frantic pulse as her heart pumped adrenaline in her veins. I got off on her vulnerability, on her submission. She knew her life was about to end, and there was nothing she could do about it. My revenge was finally in my hands.

But then her little speech turned me cold.

She took all the power away—and she didn’t even realize it.

She viewed her death as a sacrifice, a way to satisfy my need for revenge and to spare her family at the same time. Like a martyr, she wanted her death to mean something—to be the final end to the war that had existed for three generations.

Once again, she made me respect her. I respected her selfless view. I respected her strength. I respected the way she didn’t cry in her last moment or shit her pants. She held on to her dignity even when she was buck naked.

Not just any woman could manage that.

I wanted to kill her because she was a Barsetti.

But I actually liked this woman.

How did you kill someone you liked?

Fuck. Me.

I stayed in my office for a long time, refusing Richard as he tried to serve me lunch and dinner.

I didn’t have an appetite.

Now I didn’t know what to do. If I wasn’t going to kill her, then what? Just let her go? That’d make me look like the biggest pussy on the planet. I’d lose all my self-respect. And she would tell her family what I did, so they would come after me. Not only would I lose my revenge, but I would also lose my life.

Fuck, this was bad.

“Sir?” Richard stepped into my bedroom.

I just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist. I slept terribly the night before, thinking about her panties in my drawer. I kept wishing I’d killed her, and that led to self-loathing. So I tossed and turned all night. “Call me Bones, Richard.”

“You’ve been telling me that for a long time, but it doesn’t feel right.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel right listening to you address me like that.”

He stood with his hands held together in front of his waist, dressed in jeans and a collared shirt. He was the caretaker of the house, managing it when I was gone, but I didn’t consider him to be a butler, so there was no reason for him to wear a tuxedo.

“Yes?” I turned back to him, trying to read his silence.

“Your guest is asking for you.”

I’d been avoiding her because I knew what she would ask. But I couldn’t avoid her forever, and real men shouldn’t have to avoid anything. “Is she outside?”

He nodded.

“Send her in.”

“Alright.” He walked out and shut the door behind him.

Vanessa appeared a moment later, wearing a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt that Richard had supplied for her. It didn’t fit because the clothes were a few sizes too big, but this woman could wear a damn poncho and still be model material. Without makeup or doing her hair, she had natural beauty that always made her gorgeous. Something about her high cheekbones and beautiful eyes made me hard under the towel.

I stared her down, the fire reflecting in her emerald eyes, making them smolder even more. I watched her look me straight in the eye, like she was doing everything she could not to stare at my nearly naked body. She’d already seen me shirtless, so I didn’t see why it mattered. “I can come back at a different time…”

“Say whatever you came here to say. Don’t waste my time.”

“Okay…” She cleared her throat, concentrating on my eyes. “I just—”

I dropped the towel in front of her, not caring if she looked at my dick. Even when I was soft, I was impressive. But when I was hard, I was a behemoth.

“Uh…wow…okay.”

I turned to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxers, a wide grin on my face. I pulled them up to my waist then turned back to her. “I’ve seen you naked. Now you’ve seen me.”

Her cheeks were slightly red, despite her olive skin. It was the first time she appeared somewhat flustered. Even when I threw her on the floor and threatened to kill her, she didn’t lose her cool. But looking at my fat cock made her shy.

It was cute.

I stood in front of her in just my black boxers. “Yes?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her tits tightly together. “Are you going to finish getting dressed?”

“I am dressed.” Some people thought a suit or armor was the most intimidating clothes to wear, but I disagreed. A strong naked man was far more intimidating. I didn’t need a bulletproof vest for protection. The muscle all over my body was all the protection I needed.

Vanessa lost her voice again, obviously uncomfortable by my nudity. She did her best to cover it up, but I was starting to read her better.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was strong again, like she was relieved at the change of subject. She saw my hard dick, and if I was hard, it was because she was in the room. My bulge was still in the front of my boxers, and the more flustered she became, the thicker my girth became. “I hadn’t slept in over forty-eight hours, so I couldn’t stay awake even if I wanted to.”

I’d slept like shit. But the night before, when I’d intended to kill her, I slept like a baby.

“So…what’s going on?” she asked bluntly. “Are you going to let me go?”

That wasn’t an option. “No.”

“Then what?” she pressed. “It won’t take long for my family to realize I’m missing.”

“They haven’t called you yet.” I’d been keeping an eye on her phone. Once her parents called and she didn’t answer, I’d have to prepare for the worst.

“I never go longer than a week without talking to my mama.”

I loved the way she called her mother that, with deep affection. I hated the Barsettis, but I admired her loyalty to them. Even under threat of torture, she refused to betray them. She didn’t want them to be killed trying to avenge her death because she cared more about their safety than her honor. She was a strong and fearless woman, taught to fight with everything she had. She didn’t sit around and wait for someone to rescue her. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“If you’re going to keep me, then what are you going to do with me?”

She offered herself to me, offered to bed me until I was satisfied with her. But she warned me that one night together wouldn’t be enough. I would just want more of her. That kind of promise aroused me, hearing a woman speak of her bedroom skills with such certainty. I could take her up on that offer, but she only extended it to save her life.

That wasn’t why I didn’t kill her.

I refused to give an answer. I’d never had a long-term prisoner before. People were dead within the first twenty hours of my captivity. There were dozens of bodies weighed down to the bottom of Lake Garda—all because I put them there.

Vanessa picked up on my silence. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Who said I still won’t?”

She stiffened slightly, but her gaze hardened in response. “If you didn’t do it then, you aren’t going to.”

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. I loved the way she challenged me, the way she spoke her mind. “I’ve never thought you were a stupid woman. Don’t start being stupid now.”

“Then why didn’t you kill me?”

I stepped toward her, intimidating her with my size. I moved closer until I was standing over her, the backs of my fingers reaching up to touch her cheek. She didn’t have any perfume, so I smelled her natural scent, the smell of the shampoo that was in her bathroom. My fingers brushed against her soft skin, remembering the way I backhanded her so hard. My cock twitched in my boxers. “I didn’t kill you. But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever let you go.”

Her eyes slowly narrowed on my face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard what I said.”

“You can’t keep me here forever. My family will find me.”

“You don’t have to be in my captivity to be mine, Vanessa.”

Her eyes narrowed further, analyzing my words in that smart little brain of hers. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” I grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, revealing the ten inches of my length. I was fat in all the right places and long the way women liked. I could make a woman come so easily because I could feel her so intimately. My dick stretched them wide apart, firing off their nerves in pleasurable ways. My dick could go deep, could hit them in the sweet spot with every thrust. I knew Vanessa was attracted to me. Under threat of death, she kissed me as hard as I kissed her against the van. Then I kissed her again after I spared her life. She was the kind of woman who fought against the overwhelming odds, but when it came to my kiss, she had no fight in her at all.

And now she stared at my dick.

She guessed right when she said I wouldn’t rape her. My father had done something terrible to her aunt and her mother. There was no way I could pretend his actions were acceptable. And out of respect for that, I wouldn’t do it to her. It was the only way I could make amends for what my father did.

But that didn’t mean I didn’t want revenge.

She stared at my cock for nearly thirty seconds before she looked at me again. “You want me to fuck you?”

“It’s the least you could do since I spared your life.”

“You just said you might kill me later,” she countered.

I tried not to smile at her wit. “Give me a reason not to.”

She held my gaze, absolutely still. She wasn’t even breathing.

I waited for her to make her decision, to either walk off or stay. She had every right to say no. She could tell me off and walk back to her room without any repercussions. Or she could let me have her, make me feel better about the stupid decision I made to let her live.

“If I fuck you, you have to let me go.”

I considered what she said, disappointed in myself for negotiating with someone who had no power. But my dick was getting harder when I was so close to fucking her. I wanted to pound her into my bed, show her how a real man fucked a woman. “I’ll let you leave the house.” I chose my words wisely.

“Promise?”

“Men like me don’t make promises.”

“But when they do, they honor them.”

My dick twitched, loving every word that came out of that pretty mouth. “I promise.”

Finally satisfied, she stepped closer to me. “Then you have a deal.”

The instant I had her permission, my arm slid around her waist, falling against the steep curve in her lower back. Her t-shirt was tight, so I could feel the structure of her body. I’d already studied her frame with my eyes, but to feel my hand glide against her petite body was a new experience. My cock pressed against her stomach, long and enormous. Instead of kissing her, I pressed my lips to her ear. I could feel her breath against me, feel her turn flustered the second the deal was made. I grabbed the back of her neck and kept my lips planted in place, feeling the vein in her neck throb out of control. “Here’s another promise, baby.” My lips brushed against the shell of her ear as I spoke. “I’ll make you come like a man has never made you come before.” My father killed her aunt and raped her mother, and the two of us were mortal enemies. But when it came to the carnal chemistry between us, that didn’t matter. The heat was there. I could feel it burning just like the flames in my hearth.

She took a deep breath in reaction.

I stepped back but kept my hand on her neck. Then I gently pushed her down, guiding her to her knees on the rug in front of the fire.

She resisted me, choosing to remain upright.

“Baby, you’re going to want him to be nice and wet before you take him.” I imagined her pussy was just as petite as the rest of her. She would be tight like a virgin because she’d never fucked a man like me before.

Most women hadn’t.

Her resistance waned, and she moved to her knees.

I just got Vanessa Barsetti on her knees.

My cock twitched again, watching this powerful woman bow to me. Hostile and uncooperative, she was stubborn like a mule and proud like a queen. So when she obeyed, it was because she wanted to.

And how could that not make me feel like a king?

Women like her turned boys into men. I was already a man, so what would she make out of me?

An emperor.

I stepped toward her, holding the head of my cock against my stomach so it wouldn’t hit her in the face. I wanted her to start at my balls, to massage them with her tongue before she glided her tongue over the vein in my shaft.

She hesitated before she parted her lips and pressed a kiss to my sac.

It was just a simple touch, a small beginning, but it was enough to make me clench my jaw and put my body on edge. The infinite muscles of my torso tightened, and my chest ached from the breath I sucked in through my teeth. A sexier woman had never kissed my balls.

She gave her tongue next, swiping it around my textured skin. Her saliva collected on the surface then slowly dripped to the rug underneath us. Then she sucked a ball into her mouth, holding it in place while her tongue massaged it.

Fuck, she was good.

Sucking noises filled the room and added to the sound of the crackling fire. She focused on my balls for a few more minutes, as if she was taking her time before she had to fit my fat dick in her mouth.

I had all night.

And if she struggled to get my dick in her mouth, she’d definitely struggle to get my cock in her cunt.

She finally dragged her tongue up my length, rising on her knees as she moved. Her hand went to my thighs, and she gripped me for balance as she moved farther up. When she reached the head, a drop of pre-come had already formed. She swiped her tongue across it, collecting the juice.

My hand fisted her hair, and I gave a raspy breath.

She lowered herself back to her knees and pulled my cock down, making it parallel to the floor and pointed directly at her mouth. She hesitated before she took it, aware that my size would be an issue.

Which meant she’d never seen a bigger dick in her life.

I tried not to grin at the thought.

She wrapped her fingers around my base and then opened her mouth.

Fuck yes.

She flattened her tongue and pushed her throat over my crown, getting the first few inches inside. She nearly had to unhinge her jaw to keep going, to take in a few more inches until she couldn’t go any farther.

“Just a little more, baby.” I tugged on the back of her neck, bringing her close to me.

She opened her mouth a little wider and moved, pushing me in the back of her throat before she reached her limit.

“Just like that.” I started to guide her forward and back, taking it slow because I was in no hurry to finish. Right now, I just needed her spit to coat my length, so I wouldn’t have to break out the lube. Judging by the way she sucked cock so well, she was experienced. But that might not be enough for her to conquer my size.

I’d have to break her in.

She moved forward and back, pushing her throat over my length as far as she could go before she pulled back and took a breath. She did it again, moving slowly and dripping saliva all over my dick and onto the floor.

She kept her gaze focused on what she was doing, and her nails slightly dug into my thighs as she kept working. She did a great job protecting my dick from her teeth, using her tongue as a buffer. Sometimes she had to take a break and pull my cock out of her mouth so she could catch her breath. Her hand jerked me off during those times, smearing her saliva down to my balls.

I only allowed the breaks because she gave such great head in between.

She shoved my dick in her mouth and got back to work, her hands jerking off the bottom part of my dick since she couldn’t reach it with her mouth. Her performance wasn’t half-assed, and I started to suspect she actually enjoyed herself.

Enjoying my fat cock in her mouth.

I pulled my dick out of her mouth when my balls started to tighten against my body. “Get on your back.”

She wiped the spit from her lips with the back of her forearm and then rose to her feet. She stripped off her clothes, pulling her shirt over her head then unclasping her bra. I’d already seen her naked, so this sight shouldn’t impress me, but once her jeans and panties were off, my cock became a little happier.

I wanted to jerk off and stare at her.

She lay on my bed, her head against the pillow and her knees together.

I pushed my boxers to my ankles and kicked them away before I climbed on the bed and moved on top of her. The mattress sank under my weight, making Vanessa dip slightly underneath me. With a flat tummy, small and perky tits, and the most beautiful skin, she was exceptional.

I could honesty say a more beautiful woman had never been in my bed.

I had fantasies about securing her hands to the headboard, of having my way with her against her will. I was a monster, and that would never change. But finding her underneath me out of choice was even better.

My arms slid behind her knees and positioned her wide apart, making her as open as possible. It would take a few minutes to get my cock inside her, even when it was soaked with her saliva. I held myself above her and pressed my cock right against her clit and started to grind.

She tensed at the contact, her nipples hardening and her eyes closing for a brief moment. She took a deep breath, her chest tinting with a beautiful red color on her dark skin.

I moved my face above hers and watched her reaction to me, watched her body enjoy the hard stimulation my cock was giving to her clit. I stared at her lips, looking at the curve of her bow, and then I kissed her.

It was slow, unlike all the other times I kissed her. I wanted to take my time, to get her as wet as possible so my cock could bury itself inside her. I sucked her bottom lip gently before I gave her my tongue.

She kissed me back, her hands remaining by her sides.

I breathed into her, moving slightly faster and deeper. Kissing a woman was the last thing on my mind. When I picked up women, I wanted them to suck my cock instead of kiss me on the mouth. Kissing was for young people or people in love.

But I loved kissing Vanessa.

It was so damn good.

Her hands eventually moved to my arms, feeling the sections that divided the different groups of muscles. Her fingertips explored my shoulders and my chest, and I knew she loved my body. She stared at it enough times to give herself away.

She kissed me back with the same passion she showed before, falling into a rhythm with me. Every time my cock pressed against her clit just right, her nails slightly dug into me. Soon, it didn’t feel like a deal had been struck between us. She wasn’t bartering for her freedom. We were just a man and a woman who wanted each other to get off.

I couldn’t wait to feel that pussy, to take Vanessa Barsetti and make her mine. I couldn’t even imagine how amazing her cunt would be. And I’d pump so much of my come inside—pile after pile.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Her kiss was only turning me on more, and my cock was about to explode. I pushed down on my shaft and pointed my crown at her entrance, feeling the moisture greet me.

She wanted me bad.

I pushed inside her slightly, feeling her arousal surround me.

I couldn’t help but smile as I kissed her. “Baby, you want this cock as much as I want to give it to you.” I broke our kiss and stared into her eyes, seeing the unmistakable look of arousal. She wanted my fat cock even though it would hurt. She wanted me buried deep inside her, not just so she could be free. There was no mistaking her hatred. She despised me as much as she did before. But her dislike couldn’t interrupt her needs.

I started to sink farther.

“Stop.” She pushed against my stomach, stopping me from going any deeper. “Put on a condom.”

I wasn’t putting on a damn thing. I was coming deep inside her. Vanessa Barsetti was going to be overstuffed with my come by the end of the night. “I know you’re on birth control.”

She was still aroused, her legs spread to me, but annoyance crept into her expression. “And how do you know that?”

I glanced at her arm, where there was still evidence of the shot she’d received. I was observant of everything around me, to the minor details no one else paid attention to.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“I’m clean.”

“And I’m just supposed to believe you?” she asked incredulously. “You killed a man in an alleyway, and you’ve taken me as a hostage. You expect me to believe you?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” I challenged.

She shut her mouth.

“I always wear a rubber when I fuck a woman. But with you, I’m giving you all my come. And trust me, you’re going to want it. Every woman should feel her man’s come deep inside her.”

“You aren’t my man.”

I forced myself a few inches inside her, making her suck in a breath through her teeth. I felt her moisture surround me further, felt her walls constrict around me. “Right now, I am.” I pushed a little harder, fighting her body’s tightness as I crept farther inside. I was wet and she was wet, but our size differences were a serious obstacle.

She stopped fighting me, her nails digging into my arms and her breathing escalating. She stared into my eyes as the fire danced in her gaze. She breathed harder as she took more of me, her tiny cunt doing its best to take my dick.

I kept sinking until I couldn’t go any farther. She took most of my length, but I reached a dead end when I hit her cervix. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of her phenomenal pussy. So wet, so tight. I loved all pussy, but hers was truly exceptional. I wanted to stay buried in there forever. I could come right now if I wanted to.

But I had to fulfill my promise.

I opened my eyes and stared into hers as I started to thrust, making sure my body ground against her clit with my movements. I sank deep inside her and pulled out again, my headboard creaking with my motion.

She breathed through my thrusts, struggling to take my cock. “Fuck…you have a big dick.”

I shoved myself completely inside her just to validate her statement even more. “I know. It’s all yours.” As much as I wanted to fuck her aggressively, I gave it to her slow. She was getting used to my size, and I was enjoying her performance. I watched her eyes well up with tears as she fucked me through the discomfort.

It fucking turned me on.

Her hands moved to my shoulders, and she used them as an anchor, her nails clawing into me. She bit her bottom lip and breathed through her nose.

Minutes later, her cunt finally started to loosen. We moved together easier, and I was sheathed in her cream as she started to really enjoy it. I fucked her a little harder, sank a little deeper.

She dragged her hands down my chest, biting her bottom lip over and over again. A concentrated expression came over her face, and she started to sweat even though I was doing all the work.

I knew what was coming.

“Baby.” I kissed her, giving a slight tug on her bottom lip. “Come for me.”

She resisted me, wanting me to break my promise. “No.”

I fucked her harder, pounding her into the mattress and giving her so much of my dick that she couldn’t fight it for long.

Moans escaped her lips and her nails dug deeper into my flesh, nearly drawing blood. Her pussy became so wet, and just as it was in the beginning, it started to tighten up. But this time, it was for a different reason. “No…”

A shiver ran down my spine when I felt her body betray her. I took control, pressed her buttons and made her do exactly what I wanted. My cock was calling all the shots, and it conquered her pussy. “Don’t fight it. Enjoy it.” I worked up a sweat as I fucked, my ass tightening over and over as I gave it to her good.

She finally let go, her body writhing as her moans turned to screams. She grabbed on to me so she had something to hold, and the face she made when that climax hit her…was unbelievable.

Fuck.

I watched her face turn red, watched her mouth open with her screams. I watched her green eyes light up like fireworks. Her screams filled my bedroom, and her pussy gripped me with a force that defied her size. “God…” Her head rolled back, and she writhed, her hips still bucking and her nipples sharp like the tip of a diamond.

Fuck, I couldn’t keep going. Not after that.

I gave my final thrusts before I joined her, giving her all my come deep inside that tight little cunt. My biceps and triceps clenched tightly as I held my body on top of her and felt the rush explode through me. My cock twitched as I released, the mounds pouring deep inside her. It was a climax I wouldn’t forget, an orgasm that was more intense than usual.

I stayed inside her until every drop was deep within her. My cock had thickened to its fullest point, and then it started to soften once more. It was the greatest satisfaction I’d ever known. I’d never gotten off quite like that, and I’d whipped a woman until she bled all over the floor.

Once the wave of pleasure disappeared, the red tint in her face slowly started to fade away. Her green eyes still sparkled, but soon, shame crept into her features. She could downplay the climax she just had.

But we both knew the truth.

I slowly pulled my cock out of her, feeling the tightness of her pussy when I wasn’t at full mast. I turned over and lay beside her, my sweaty back hitting the sheets. I tucked one arm behind my head and caught my breath, more satisfied than I’d ever been in my life.

She stayed beside me and pulled the sheets to her chest, hiding her tits from view.

It didn’t matter if she covered herself, her naked body was permanently ingrained in my mind.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the fireplace as the flames started to trickle down until they were just simmering coals. I didn’t usually sleep with my ladies, especially when it was handled as a transaction. But I was too comfortable to care if Vanessa slept beside me.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asked, sitting up and keeping the sheet against her chest.

“I don’t care.”

I felt her body shift as she turned to look at me. “You strike me as the kind of guy to kick out a woman as soon as you’re finished.”

“You’re right. But I’m gonna fuck you first thing in the morning, so you may as well stay here.” I didn’t open my eyes, not needing to see her face to predict her moods.

“How do you know I won’t kill you in the middle of the night?”

A grin formed on my lips. “Give it your best shot, baby.”

“You’re either very arrogant or stupid. All I have to do is grab a big vase and smash it over your skull.”

I finally opened my eyes and looked at her. “You’ve shot me, and I didn’t break my stride. You think a vase is going to do anything? You called me a monster for a reason. I’m not just evil, but enormous. So if you’re going to make your move, make sure it counts.” I closed my eyes again. “Besides, you won’t do a damn thing.”

“You just said I shot you.”

“But I spared your life. I could have butchered you, but I didn’t.”

“That doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”

“You’re right,” I said. “But you feel like you owe me anyway.”

When I woke up the next morning, it was bright and early. I didn’t usually go to bed so early, but fucking Vanessa knocked me out. I woke up in the exact same position I fell asleep in, my hand tucked under my head.

Vanessa lay beside me, sound asleep and directly at my side. The covers were pulled to her shoulder like she was cold. The fire died a long time ago, and the heater in this house couldn’t keep up with the constant freezing temperatures. She probably moved closer to me during the night to stay warm.

Just as I predicted, she didn’t try to kill me.

It was far too risky, even if I was unconscious. She thought she would be free soon, so it didn’t make sense to gamble that possibility by making a move. Even if she slammed a vase over my head, it wouldn’t kill me. But it would piss me off.

And then I might actually kill her.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes then stared down at her, seeing her slightly parted lips and the way her hair dragged behind her on the pillow. The crisp white sheets made her skin appear darker in comparison. She and I looked nothing alike. My skin was fair like the snow outside, traits I inherited from my American mother. I had crystal-blue eyes like the tropical ocean. My hair was slightly blond, and her hair was nearly black.

She was perfect.

A real man knew how to appreciate a beautiful woman, and the longer I stared at her, the more I wanted to appreciate her. The idea of killing her still got me hard, but I’d much rather fuck her again.

And again.

I hooked her arm around my waist and then rolled her to her back.

She kept her eyes closed and stayed asleep, but she stirred slightly, feeling her body move but not caring what happened.

I was already hard for her, anxious to fill her with more come so it would drip onto my sheets. Maybe I didn’t kill this Barsetti but I just fucked her.

That was better in some ways.

I separated her thighs then slid inside her, the head of my cock pushing through her tight entrance.

When she felt the pressure between her legs, her eyes fluttered open. “Jesus, do you mind? I’m sleeping.”

I pushed farther inside her, sinking as my shaft stretched her apart. “Then keep sleeping.” I moved as far as I could go, feeling the same incredible pussy that I felt last night.

“You would fuck an unconscious woman?” she asked incredulously.

“If it was you, fuck yes.” Last night, I took it slow. But this time, I fucked her good and hard. I dug my hips deeply into her, pushing my entire length inside as my pulsing dick explored her just as intimately as last time. My headboard tapped against the wall, and I brought heat into the room with my movements.

Her body shuddered under my pressure, her tits shaking up and down. Her eyes were still lidded with sleep, but she didn’t make another protest. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she buried her face into my shoulder, pulling her legs apart so I could have her.

So I could keep fucking her.

It was a lazy fuck, the perfect kind for first thing in the morning. I thrust and I fucked, driving my big dick inside this beautiful pussy. I didn’t care about getting her off, but I wanted to prove I could make her feel good even if she didn’t want to.

So I made her come—like a man.

I listened to her scream right against my ear, her nails clawing at my back so hard they almost drew blood.

Then I came inside her, adding more come to the pile I made last night. I dumped all my seed inside her, stuffing her full until it overflowed onto the sheets. I groaned as I finished, loving my conquest.

I caught my breath before I moved off and got out of bed.

She lay there, full of my warm come.

I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt then walked out.

Her voice stopped me at the door. “Where are you going?”

All I did was give her an angry look in response.

I sat in my office with the phone pressed to my ear. I listened to it ring a few times before Max answered.

“Haven’t heard from you in a while. Started to worry.”

“I thought you said you didn’t care whether I lived or died?”

“I don’t,” he said with a chuckle. “My concern is strictly for my self-interest.”

I grinned, knowing he was only being partially truthful.

“He’s dead?”

“He’s sitting at the bottom of Lake Garda.”

“Such a beautiful place. Too good for him, if you ask me.”

“Cold as fuck, though.”

“I’ll talk to my client and wire the funds.”

“Good.” I made my fortune as a hitman. I executed men for money. It was the simplest job in the world. I had one task and full autonomy to fulfill it however necessary. It paid my bills and gave me a life of luxury. It wasn’t close to the billions I should have inherited, but it was enough. “I had an issue.”

He turned serious. “What kind of issue?”

“Some woman walked by and witnessed my murder streak. I caught her and was about to slit her throat…but then I recognized her.”

“You recognized her?” he asked. “Who was she?”

I still couldn’t believe all the events happened coincidentally. The Barsettis were my mortal enemy, and to see the youngest one walk by at the perfect moment was unbelievable. I’d seen Conway Barsetti at the Underground one night when I was in disguise, but he didn’t possess the same allure as his younger sister. “Vanessa Barsetti.”

“Shit…what did you do?”

“I didn’t have any other choice. I took her.”

“You killed her, right?”

I never answered.

“Bones, you have to kill her. If she tells her family—”

“I’m aware of the situation.”

“And you want to kill her anyway…”

“I did.” I still do, a little. “But when it came down to it…it didn’t work out.”

“That’s not like you.”

“I know.” I was cold and brutal. I didn’t think twice before taking a life. Cruelty was in my blood. I lacked empathy and compassion. I was born of a different breed, so unattached to human emotion that I couldn’t understand it. “But I’ve made use of her…”

Max knew exactly what that meant and didn’t ask for clarification. “What happens when they know she’s missing?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet. I was thinking of letting her go…but keeping her under my thumb.”

“How would you enforce that?”

I had a few ideas. “I’m not sure yet.”

“Whatever you do, don’t underestimate her. She’s a Barsetti.”

The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, thinking of all the badass stunts Vanessa pulled while in my captivity. Against all odds, she still pushed on. When grown men wouldn’t get up again, she rose to her feet. She didn’t hesitate before she shot me. Her Barsetti blood made her absolutely fascinating. “I know.”