Dark Blood: A Mafia Hitman Romance by Isabella Starling Read Free Book Online

always dreamed of, but thought too naughty.
    "Tell me," I say. I'm pretty much begging at this point.
    Her lips part and a breath escapes her. Fuck me.
    "You," she says. "Need you to stay with me."
    "Why?"
    "Want to feel safe," she mutters, her eyes straying from mine. I turn her to face me again gently.
    "You feel safe around me?" I can't help it, I laugh out loud. "I broke a man's legs today. You think you're fucking safe when I'm around? Think again, princess."
    "But...." she trails a finger over my leg, looking so fucking tempting I have to hold myself back before I take advantage of her. "I trust you."
    Fuck.
    "You shouldn't." My voice is weak, and I clear my throat. "I'll only break you."
    She wraps herself around my legs, her skin pressing against the fabric of my clothes. And it's not enough. I need to be skin to skin. Need to feel her touching me. I'm almost too far gone to stop myself, my eyes so clouded by lust I almost miss her one slip-up.
    Bianca's eyes dart behind me for a split moment. She's looking at the open door, and for a second, I see that calculating look in her face. And I know she's fucking playing. Trying to distract me so she can slip out when I'm not watching.
    I grab her hips and pull her up, hard. She shrieks.
    "Are you fucking playing me, girl?" I rasp in her ear. "You think you can seduce me and get away?"
    "Well, it was working pretty well," she snaps, her innocent facade quickly disappearing and revealing the ugly truth beneath.
    "You think?" I grab her hair and pull it back until she screams out in protest.
    "You're hurting me!"
    My lips graze her neck. Her pulse is throbbing, her neck hot as fuck. "Do I look like I care?" I manage to say. She's messing with my head. Messing with my instincts. Messing with my goddamned dick.
    "You're about to," she hisses. She punches me in the balls.
    Or at least, she tries to. I grab her hand before she makes impact. "Nice try."
    "Fuck you!"
    "What a delightful little spitfire." I'm mocking her, laughing in her face. I back her up until her back hits the wall. "When I fuck you," I say in her ear. "You'll be begging for me to keep going."
    My hands clasp her wrists forcefully and I pin her arms above her head. She whimpers and tries to get away, but I'm too strong for her. "You'll be begging for me to milk one more orgasm out of your pussy," I keep going.
    "You disgust me."
    "Sure." I laugh in her face. "That's why your crotch is pressed against my dick, right?"
    She looks down, and blushes deeply. She has needily pressed her pussy against my hips, though she isn't tall enough to reach my cock.
    I should be punishing her, and I will.
    Thankfully, my punishments are fucking delicious for both of us, as much as she tries to deny it.
    I lift her up and she gasps. On an instinct, her legs wrap around my waist. I twist her arms behind her back with one hand, holding her up with the other.
    "You gonna’ try to get away now?" I breathe down her neck. "You gonna’ fight me over what we both know is what you want, baby girl?"
    She writhes against my body, desperate to get closer and farther away at the same time. I don't need to hear her moans to know how turned on she is. She's pressed up against me good, grinding that little pussy of hers on my crotch. Fuck, I can feel how wet she is now. She's going to leave a mark, that's for sure.
    "Tell me, Bianca," I growl at her, my lips sliding down her neck gently. I graze her skin with my teeth, loving the vibrations from her throat against my lips. "Tell me what you thought about while you were alone down here."
    "No," she says.
    Stubborn little thing.... I let go of her wrists, and to my surprise, she doesn't push me away. She grabs me around the neck, one hand getting tangled in my hair and pulling on it hard. "More," she breathes, so quietly I almost don’t hear it. I have a shit-eating grin on my face now, and I know I've got her hooked.
    "More what?" I ask her.
    "I need...." She's blushing, embarrassed by the fact