Lace and Bullets: A Hitman Romance by Marie Carnay Read Free Book Online Page B

grabbed her by her wrists and spun her around. She couldn’t leave him.
    Her back hit the wall and he crushed his weight against her. “What are you doing?”
    “Looks like I’m getting caught.”
    “I told you not to run.” It took all his self-control not to shout.
    “I had to try. When you hand me over, I’ll be dead.” Her breath came hot and fast and every inhalation pressed her tits into his chest.
    His cock throbbed inside his pants and he ground himself against her. Her eyes widened. Her lips fell open.
    Visions of her on her knees, his cock buried down her throat, filled his mind. Fuck . She’d grip him like velvet. He knew it. His hold on her wrists tightened as he pressed them into the wall beside her head.
    Damien stroked the skin above the rope still tied around one wrist. “Couldn’t get this off?”
    “Maybe I wanted it on.”
    He inhaled through his nose and leaned closer. She shouldn’t kid about wanting him. One look at her bound and waiting like that and he had to fight to keep control.
    Her lip trembled and the urge to kiss her into submission overcame him. He wanted her naked and moaning. Coming from his tongue and his hand and his cock. Begging for him to plant his seed deep inside her.
    “You make me think very dirty things, Mia Davenport.”
    Her eyes widened.
    “Do I scare you?” He bent to nuzzle the bare skin of her neck.
    “Yes.”
    “Do I turn you on?” He blew hot air across her collarbone.
    “You shouldn’t.”
    He nosed the too-big sweatshirt off her shoulder. “But do I?” His lips grazed her skin.
    “Yes.”
    Damien looked up into her eyes. “Ever want to do something you know is wrong? Something that will wreck you, tear you apart, make you want to crawl into a hole and die?”
    Her eyes clouded over and her cheeks flushed. “Yes.”
    “Me too.”
    He leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers. She quivered.
    Her voice came out in a whisper. “What happens if you give in?”
    He smiled. “You go straight to hell.”
    As soon as their lips collided, Damien knew the truth. They weren’t in hell. They couldn’t be. Not with the way she fit against him and the way she kissed him back. She was as desperate and hungry as he was. More.
    She moaned. He licked. She trembled. He took.
    Kiss after kiss on her lips, her cheek, down her soft neck. Too many clothes. She had on way too many fucking clothes. His hands slipped beneath the sweatshirt.
    Mia cried out as he found her breasts beneath the fabric. Warm and luscious in his hands. He stroked the soft peaks until her nipples stood out, hard and begging.
    Her hands slipped behind his head, the rope he’d used to bind her still dangling from her wrist. She arched into him. “Please, Damien.”
    He stilled. “Please, what?”
    “Don’t stop.”
    “Wasn’t planning on it.” He kissed her silent as he reached up to take her hand. With one hand holding the binding, he reached into his jeans and pulled out a pocket knife. He flicked out the blade.
    Her pulse raced beneath his thumb. “What are you doing?”
    “Setting you free.” With a single cut, the rope fell away.
    The knife slipped into his pocket as her hands inched beneath his shirt, fingers running over his abs and up his chest. She moaned as he grabbed the sweatshirt, gasped as he tore it from her body.
    Her tits bounced in the air as the fabric ripped over them. Spectacular. Firm and round and just right to suckle. Damien bent his head and captured Mia’s nipple. She arched her back and wove her fingers through his hair.
    God . She was incredible. So responsive and wild. Uninhibited and free. He needed to taste her. To dive between her legs and lap up all her slick heat. With her hands still roaming over his body, he yanked open the too-big jeans. They fell to the floor in a heap.
    Hmm . Hips he could latch onto. Pussy he couldn’t wait to devour. Damien grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. With a flick of his wrists, Mia flew back and landed