Irreversible: The Hitman & The Heiress

by Alexx Andria

  We remained silently beside each other for a long minute.

  Surprisingly, I broke the silence first to ask, “Are you...okay? Did I hurt you?”

  She nodded with a husky murmured, “I’m fine” before continuing to stare at the ceiling as if the meaning of life was etched on the water-stained surface.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  Usually, I left the bed seconds after spewing my load, eager to clean up and send the woman on her way so she didn’t get the impression I was interested in a serious gig.

  But I didn’t want to leave Bree’s side.

  I wanted...fuck, I wanted to cuddle.

  Ignoring the general calamity inside my brain, I rolled to my side and pulled her into the cove of my arms. She went willingly, snuggling close. The scent of our bodies filled the small room. The sharp musk of her pussy made me want to bury myself in her all over again.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, worried. “Do you regret what we did?”

  “God no,” she shocked me with a wry laugh. “That was the best thing ever. You’re very good.”

  I couldn’t help the pride as my chest swelled. “Thanks.” But her silence poked at me. “So what’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I was just thinking that I’ve wasted a lot of time remaining a virgin. If I’d known how great sex was, I might’ve eagerly become a slut.”

  I laughed at her pure honesty but I was secretly glad she hadn’t.

  She regarded me with serious eyes. “I hope you don’t think that was a one-and-done situation. Now that you’ve popped the top, you can’t shove the genie back in the bottle.”

  It would’ve been easy enough to simply laugh and joke around but I think she was sensing what we were both thinking and feeling, only she was the one with the balls to actually say it out loud.

  “Don’t you think that might complicate an already complicated situation?” I asked, testing her reaction.

  “I want more,” she said simply.

  “More?”

  “Yes,” she nodded eagerly, saying, “I want to try every position, every trick. I want you to teach me how to give a blow job so I can make you squirm like you made me. I want to taste you in my mouth after you’ve been inside me.” She widened her eyes with a horrified gasp, saying, “Oh my God, that’s gross, isn’t it?”

  “That’s fucking hot,” I growled, sealing my mouth to hers, swallowing her embarrassment. The thought of Bree sucking my cock after I’d been buried in her pussy was like gasoline on an already burning fire. I broke the kiss, only to lean down and suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth.

  Her soft inhale was the sweetest sound on the planet. She arched and I slipped my arms around her, rolling onto my back so she could ride.

  Dark hair spilled around her shoulders, her tits, perfect handfuls, pouting for my lips.

  Her dark thatch of curly hair still moist from my mouth and cock.

  Fresh arousal sent blood hurtling through my shaft.

  Within moments, I was hard again.

  Without my prompting, Bree clasped my cock in her warm grasp, squeezing it gently, marveling at the drop of fluid that oozed from the tip onto her fingers. She shocked me by licking her finger.

  “Curious little cat, aren’t you?” I said, my mouth twisting in a grin.

  “A little salty,” she observed with a shy smile that put the finishing touches on my rock-hard cock. “I want to suck it.”

  God, I wanted to feel her mouth on me but I didn’t think I could stand the torture.

  Not yet.

  Instead, I encouraged her to seat herself on my cock.

  A ready student, Bree eagerly accepted.

  She gasped as she seated herself firmly onto me.

  My eyes rolled back as the heat of her sheath encased my shaft.

  Tight as closed fist, wet as an experienced whore, Bree rocked herself on my cock, finding her own rhythm, deciding for herself what felt best.

  The flex of her ass on my thighs was the hottest thing I’d ever known.

  Her slack-jawed expression as she hit a good spot was the epitome of sexy.

  She squirmed, trying to find the perfect way to hit that spot each time.

  I loved her willingness to explore without hesitation.

  She embraced fucking like a champ.

  And Bree learned fast.

  Soon enough, Bree groaned, grinding herself against me, tiny mewling gasps escaping her mouth as she came a second time, shuddering as a quickie rolled through her, not quite as explosive but just as sweet.

  I pulled out, still hard as stone, and, after I quickly tore open another condom and sheathed myself, I told her, “On your hands and knees, baby” so I could fuck her from behind.

  I rammed myself into her, quick and merciless.

  I wasn’t thinking of technique — just getting off.

  I fucked like a wild man, losing control quickly.

  We both collapsed, too sated to move.

  I didn’t even bother removing the condom this time.

  And that’s basically how we fell asleep.

  Naked.

  Covered in each other’s sweat.

  A tangle of limbs.

  I think it was the best night sleep of my life — except, I had a bad feeling it wasn’t just because I’d fucked like a Viking God, pillaging that pussy raw.

  It was because of Bree.

  She made me crazed.

  She made want things.

  Like cuddling.

  And breakfast in bed.

  God help me.

  12

  BREE

  I awoke to the sound of birds outside the window and sunlight stabbing me in the eye.

  Oh, and the sprawling form of a Greek God beside me.

  A satisfied smile found my lips as I stretched, muscles protesting that I hadn’t even realized I had, recalling with delicious clarity everything Dex and I had done.

  For once the chatter in my head was still.

  Exhausted, perhaps.

  I rolled to my side, bunching the sheet around my breasts like they do in the movies so I could watch him sleep.

  Stalker much?

  Was it weird to just watch him breathe?

  Was it even weirder that I wanted to bury my nose in his chest?

  I worried my bottom lip but I couldn’t stop the silly smile that kept finding me.

  As if sensing I was awake, his eyelids opened with awareness but unlike most people who awoke from a dead sleep, there was zero grogginess in his stare.

  A consequence of always having to be on your toes, I supposed.

  “Morning,” I murmured, adjusting the sheet better for more coverage. It was a little after the fact but I was struck with a sudden case of modesty. Dex’s amused chuckle agreed I was being ridiculous. “What happens now?” I asked. “I don’t have much experience with the morning after.”

  Dex rested his head on his arms as he considered my question. “Under normal circumstances, I’d probably order you a cab, give you a false name and number with the offer to call, and then I’d never see you again.”

  I frowned. “That’s not very gentlemanlike of you.”

  “I never said I was a gentleman,” he reminded me.

  That was true.

  “But these aren’t normal circumstances,” I said, playing Captain Obvious. “So, now what?”

  “Good question. I guess, breakfast?”

  I perked up. “Are you offering to make me breakfast?” Until I remembered the scores of prepackaged government food waiting for us in the pantry. “Ugh. Never mind. A two-ton brick of meatballs and mashed potatoes is not my idea of a great breakfast.”

  He rolled to his side to regard me with those killer eyes. “You said you weren’t going to complain about the food anymore.”

  “I lied. Sue me, I’m a bad girl.”

  “Bad girls get punished.” The low rumble in his chest made me shiver as he pressed me into the bed with his weight. The jab
of his erection caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach. He kissed me, drugging me into instant compliance.

  If this was his idea of punishment, I’d commit to a life of crime.

  Dex gently tugged at my lip with his teeth before letting go.

  My nipples pebbled against the solid wall of his chest.

  “Are you sore?” he asked.

  “A little,” I lied as I blushed.

  His answering crooked grin was pretty hot. Only Dex could make a smug expression look sexy as hell.

  I held his stare, my arms looped around his neck, the feeling of him on top of me, the most amazing sensation ever.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked, curious as to what thoughts raced through his mind and wondering if they were anything like mine.

  His gaze darkened as he shifted, leaving no doubt that he was ready and able to skewer me at will.

  I gasped as the blunt head nudged between my thighs.

  “What if I want you for breakfast?” he murmured, his hips flexing rocking gently against my pelvis, grinding ever so slightly against my clitoris.

  My breath caught and all I could do was nod feverishly. Yes, please.

  Within a blink, Dex rose up and ripped the blankets free. I didn’t hide this time.

  I could happily drown in the look Dex was giving me.

  No one had ever gazed at me like Dex did.

  As if I were perfect.

  As if I were his own personal sex fantasy come to life.

  As if he were amazed at his own good fortune for finding me.

  That was some heady stuff, to be honest.

  I didn’t understand this thing between us but I wasn’t ready to examine it with a magnifying glass for fear of what I might find.

  Instead, I sank into the sweet torture that Dex offered, free-falling into the most wondrous pleasure that I was quickly becoming addicted to.

  Dex twisted me inside and out with his tongue, leaving me climbing the bed, screaming my release until I was hoarse.

  My heart thundered in my chest as I struggled to catch my breath but Dex was insatiable. My legs were over his shoulders and he was inside me within seconds.

  I could feel him attempting to restrain himself, to slow his strokes for my sake but his eyes quickly glazed and his thrusts erratic as he pounded into me, desperately clawing at his own release.

  The ferocity turned me on. I clenched with each penetration, squeezing until he groaned. He shuddered and lost himself, his eyes rolling into his head as his mouth fell slack.

  I followed a second later, stiffening as another orgasm washed over me.

  Good God.

  What had I been missing all this time?

  Breathing harsh, Dex rolled off me, his chest heaving as if he were going to expire on the spot.

  He covered his eyes with his arm, muttering, “Fuck.”

  But it wasn’t an expletive that sounded positive.

  No, actually, it sounded like...he was pissed.

  Okay, good feelings evaporating. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  Dex didn’t answer right away, just climbed slowly from the bed before turning to face me.

  Then, I realized what was wrong.

  “Ohhh, dear.”

  We’d forgotten a condom this round.

  Every dire message from sex ed class came rushing back to jeer at me.

  It only takes one time!

  There are millions of sperm in one teaspoon of ejaculate! (Lord only knew that Dex was like a firehose when he came. Plenty of teaspoons worth spraying from that nozzle.)

  Don’t have sex until you’re married! (I attended Catholic school. The nuns would be so devastated at my recent decision to embrace my inner slut.)

  A woman’s body wants to be pregnant!

  Sudden images of millions of tiny sperm wearing Dex’s face, wiggling furiously down my baby-making highway toward the glowing orb of an egg jumped to mind and I leapt from the bed.

  Maybe if I peed that would flush out those over-eager buggers!

  “What do I do?” I cried in a panic. “I’m not ready to be a mom!”

  “Okay, calm down, it’s highly unlikely that I just got you pregnant.”

  But even as he said the words we both just stared at each other with open doubt.

  “It only takes one time,” I echoed the nun’s in my head. “There are millions of sperm trying to attack my egg as we speak. And knowing your sperm, they are probably like Special Ops Marine sperm that have tiny machine guns to batter open my poor egg!”

  Even though it wasn’t funny, Dex thought it was.

  “Jesus, Bree, as flattered as I am that you think I have super sperm, the odds are really small that anything happened. Where are you in your cycle?”

  Eww. Affronted, I said, “I don’t want to talk about my period with you.”

  “I just fucked the shit out of you six ways from Sunday. I think we’re past that,” he said.

  “Not for me,” I retorted, scooping up my clothes and quickly dressing. “Besides, I don’t know where I am in my cycle. I have kooky periods, if you must know.”

  “Even better,” he said, surprising me. “If you’re not regular, maybe that means getting pregnant might even be difficult for you.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” I said, suddenly feeling defective. “I’m sure I can get pregnant just fine but I’d rather not test that theory so...no more sexy times unless you’re gloved up. Got it?”

  He chuckled and nodded in total agreement as he tucked his semi-soft member behind his fly. I blushed at the immediate dirty thoughts I had about cleaning his cock with my mouth.

  “Let’s feed you,” he said, herding me from the room.

  I resigned myself to eating government issue packets of faux food until he opened the fridge and showed me all the food he’d purchased.

  Real food.

  Fruits, veggies.

  Milk.

  Juice.

  I squealed and without thinking, jumped into his arms, kissing him all over. “OMG! I am so hungry and you are amazing.”

  What started as a joyful, honest reaction turned into sensual kisses almost immediately. Within seconds, we were both in danger of making another poor decision in the heat of the moment.

  “Bree, you have no idea what you do to me,” he said on a groan as he set me down, whispering against the shell of my ear, “I want to bend you over this counter and fuck you all day. On the floor, against the wall...any place I can stick my cock into you...I want to.”

  But just as the tension stretched between us, the heat building, he released me with a dissatisfied growl, saying, “We need to eat and talk.”

  Dex grabbed a protein bar and disappeared into the living room, leaving me to wonder how I was going to safeguard my heart from a man who was hot one minute and cold the next.

  Dex was the kind of man who would break me into a million pieces when he was done.

  And I had no way to prevent it.

  Because I was already crazy about him.

  13

  DEX

  I knew my tone was sharp but I couldn’t stop the edges around my plummeting mood.

  It wasn’t Bree’s fault that she was turning my world upside down.

  But I hated the feelings kicking up dust in my soul.

  I never forgot to use a condom.

  Never.

  There wasn’t a woman alive who could persuade me to go in raw.

  Until Bree.

  Slipping latex between myself and Bree had been the last thing on my mind.

  Being inside her was all that seemed to matter.

  Basic, primal instinct had kicked in.

  Fuck, I never subscribed to the mindset that men were hard-wired to spread their seed but I couldn’t seem to stop wanting to put mine inside of her.

  And only her.

  That scared the shit out of me for obvious reasons.

  Somehow Bree had gotten into my blood and I had no idea how to get her out.


  When in doubt, go back to basics.

  Bree joined me in the living room, choosing to sit opposite me with her breakfast. Grapes, yogurt and granola. She appeared ridiculously happy with the random shit I’d thrown in the cart.

  I smothered the flicker of pride that flared and went straight to the business staring at us.

  “We need to talk about the situation.”

  She sighed, more interested in the yogurt than my statement, casting an annoyed look my way. “Can we stop talking about it, please? I’m trying to think good thoughts about not being pregnant by your super sperm.”

  Another flicker of misplaced pride caused me to frown. “I’m talking about the hit on your head.”

  “Oh. That. I already told you I have no idea who hates me that much.”

  “I believe you,” I admitted, surprising her. “I need to know about your family. We have to find somewhere to start looking because we’re both screwed if we don’t figure out who the hell wants you dead.”

  “Why you?” she asked, licking her spoon clean. “Can’t you just say you changed your mind?”

  “Nope.”

  Her worried expression made me want to hold her tight and tell her it was going to be all right but I stayed put.

  Hell, I had no idea if it was going to be all right. Everything might go to shit and we both end up dead.

  But I’d do whatever I could to prevent that from happening.

  “What do you want to know?” she said.

  “Start with your parents.”

  “I told you, my dad died before I was born and my mom was an artist.”

  “Humor me.”

  “Born and raised in New York, lived in the same Brownstone my entire life and went to St. Agnes Catholic school, graduated in the top ten percent of my class.”

  Seemed pretty average on the surface.

  “Who were your parents?”

  “My mom was Lily Grace and my dad’s name was Richard.”

  “Richard what?”

  “Grace, I assume. I never asked. Like I said, he was pretty much just a sperm donor.”

  “You were never curious?”

  She gave me a blank stare. “About what?”

  “About why your mom never talked about your dad.”