“What do you need Tesoro Mio?” (my treasure)
“More…”
“Anything Luce Mia.” (My light)
The words were beautiful. I have never heard such words before and I had no idea there meaning, but they made my heart stutter slightly.
We were moving each step had his solid muscles pressing into my pussy sending need and pleasure through my body. Was it possible to die from pleasure?
The very fact we were still clothed and he hasn’t really touched me yet had my brain scrambling. I felt the bed press into my back as he slowly lowered us to its surface.
How did he know where my room was? Pulling my mouth from his I try to ask the question that was starting to break through the fog clogging my mind.
His fingers the ones cupping my ass slid south. My lips parted instead of words a sigh escaped. The pressure was building and he hasn’t even touched my bare skin.
Embarrassment tried to intrude followed by jealousy. He was skilled I could feel it. The way his lips caressed mine the way his fingers danced along my jean covered pussy.
“Hon un debole per te.” (I’m weak for you)
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. The way his accent tilled with each word the breathless surprised way they left his lips.
I knew it was something special sweet even. My fingers gripped his head as he tried to pull back my pants tugged as his fingers slipped between the waist band.
His fingers tightened in my hair, forcing it to jerk back.
“Lift.”
The demand was growled against my lips. The hand holding my head slipped into my jeans, pulling them off as he sat back. My underwear went with them.
I was bare to him. The cool air caressed my wet pussy lips. His eyes already black turned an even darker shade. He was containing himself.
I could see the fight in his dark eyes he wanted to rip the cloth from my body. They were obstacles in his path. Reaching for his T-shirt I slowly sit up.
I wanted to see him no I needed to see him. It was like a physical need. I watch as his hand slips behind his head, then his shirt was over his head. The tan, golden skin like silk covering his muscular torso.
I thought of Michelangelo’s David. I now understood the need to capture the beauty he represented. I wanted to learn to sculpt just so I could try and do him justice.
I was caught in the thoughts of carving him into stone I didn’t realize he was naked. My eyes widen in shock as my body scooted away from him.
This wasn’t happening. His large cock pressed over his belly button. Thick and hard it was bigger than my wrist in width. He would tear me apart.
Something in me sang at the pain this pleasure would bring. A need I didn’t understand whispered to me. His hands grab my shirt halting my escape.
With a tug my shirt ripped in half my poor lace bra following suit.
“Sei bellissimo/a.” (You are beautiful)
The pure admiration on his face had my pussy heating in need it pulsed as it opened and closed on air. It wanted him it, didn’t care about the puzzle pieces not fitting.
Sitting up I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. It was like a flip was switched his right hand gripped my hair tugging hard.
A few strands released from my scalp. His other cupped my ass as he slowly pressed me into the bed, my head resting flush with the headboard.
His hips slipped between my thighs and his cock was pressed against my clit. The heat burned me from the inside out. A moan left my lips.
His fingers tangled deeper into my hair, jerking my head back further. His lips pressed into my throat.
“I'm sorry Tesoro Mia I need you.”
I didn’t understand why was he sorry? Then he was pressing inside me. My pussy tightened as pain radiated through me. My back bowed forcing him in deeper.
A scream erupted from deep within me. He was killing me.
“Please..”
Once again, I was begging, but this time it was for it to end. Slowly his hips pulled back before slamming into me. His cock was only an inch inside now.
A gush of wetness slid onto his cock as his fingers pressed and caressed my clit. That felt so good. Then he was moving, jerking back and slamming into me.
Each time he pressed inside, he gained an inch. It hurt, but he kept playing with me nipping at my neck and circling my clit with his calloused fingers.
I felt the moment he broke through my virginity. The air left my lungs as my mouth opened in a silent scream. He didn’t stop or slow he pushed and pushed using the weight of his body to force his cock deep inside.
The tip was pressed against my cervix. Tears spilled down my cheeks as my pussy throbbed.
“Amoruccio.” (my love)
“What does that mean?”
His smile was wicked.
“My love.”
My throat filled as words tumbled around in my head. Love? Like he loved me?
“I love you”
The words escaped before my brain caught up. Truthfully, I did love him it is irrational and completely crazy I didn’t know him not really.
His lips devoured mine as his hips started pumping in and out slow long strokes. The pain was changing into a different kind of pain. It still hurt, but it felt so good.
“Don’t stop.”
His hips move faster as I repeat those two words over and over. My head slammed into the head board keeping me in place for his deep hard thrusts.
“Next time you will take more of me.”
There was more of him? Could I take more? His hand tugged hard on my head as my silence only broken by the sound of his hips slamming into mine.
“Yes.”
The words are ripped from my body as he rammed into me. The bed slammed into the wall hard enough that dry wall dust sprinkled over us.
Each thrust had something growing inside me all my muscle tensed my body stiff as he slammed home in and out in and out. Moans spilled from my lips.
Then it exploded. The orgasms washed over me and kept flowing as he kept thrusting. Air stilled in my lungs as my orgasm continued on and on.
My fingers sunk deep into his back. Slamming into me again, this time he pressed as deep as he could hid cock felt like it was in my belly.
Hot cum bathed my womb as he came deep inside me.the pulses so hard as it shot from his cock I orgasamed again. My eyes rolled into my head as pleasure short circuited what little thought I had.
He stayed deep inside me, his forehead pressed to mine his lips dancing along my own. Sleep pulled at me and I was too weak to stop it. Laying here under Lark his warmth soaking into my skin I let the darkness drag me under.
Chapter 14
Lark
The ringing intruded on my peace something I have never truly felt. Lying here beside her as she slept is the simplest thing ever done.
Leaning over the bed, I collect my pants from the floor the ringing ended only to pick right up again. Bethy stirred and I leapt into action.
They weren’t going to ruin this for me, I was enjoying her angelic like beauty as she slept all her concerns gone.
“We have a job for you.”
“Not interested.”
“You will do this. Da?”
“I said not interested.”
The anger was seeping through the phone I could almost feel the choke like hold the Russian boss's son had it. I didn’t answer to him or his father.
“You do this!”
Anger surfaces ruining any hope of going back to the place I just was. The place this stronzo (asshole) just took me from. There were so many things I could respond, but my silence seemed to be more than he could handle.
“We own you ublyudok.” (motherfucker)
“No one owns me Timofey.”
I would kill a man for less and he was no different. Looking at Bethy, I make the decision his death would cause chaos. The ripple effect may touch her door step.
If that were to happen, I would rain hell up
on this earth. I would unleash the apocalypse. It’s funny really the Sons Of The Apocalypse MC and the Blazing Devils MC would be riding with me in this.
The connections I had would bring about a war that would devastate the underworld. Did he not know who he was fucking with?
“Speak to your father Timofey before you say more.”
My voice was cold enough to freeze the fucking sun. I would gut him like a fish and feed him to the pigs.
“I don’t need to call my father ublyudok you do as I tell you.”
It was like talking to a child who hit his head too many times and scrambled whatever he had up there to begin with. Calculating the odds, I weigh my next words.
“I will kill you Timofey.”
“You can’t touch me Kiska” (pussy)
“I’m going to forget this call, but Timofey? Don’t fucking call me again or I will show you exactly who and what I am.”
Removing the phone from my ear I disconnect the call.
“What are you Lark?”
Bethys sweet voice rented the air with questions I never wanted to answer.
“I can’t tell you Bethy.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Both.”
“Why?”
“I can’t and won’t lose you.”
“Lark...”
Turning I move to the bed.
“I can’t have secrets between us.”
“What if you turn from me?”
“Do you kill children? Rape woman?”
“Never.”
My tone was firm that is one line I will not cross woman and children were forever off the menu.
“Then there is nothing you could say to turn me from you. Look at me please.”
It was written all over her beautiful face. She loved me, but she didn’t know she loved a monster. That she took a monster into her body.
“I kill for a living. By definition I’m a hitman.”
Her silence was disconcerting for the first time in my life I felt fear. It left an acidic like taste in my mouth. My stomach clenched and my fingers shook.
“I love you.”
Her whispered words had my heart stilling in my chest.
“I love you Gattino” (kitten)
Pressing my lips to hers, I let her push the fear away, I let her soothe my frayed nerves and thumping heart. I needed her again, but she needed to heal before she could take me into her body again.
I was marginally rough with her and she took it beautifully next time I’ll show her how to really fuck.
“What does that mean?”
“Kitten.”
Her sigh told me how that little word made her feel. She was perfect and she was mine. Any Bastardo try and take her from me and I will show them how I earned my name.
Morte (death)
Chapter 15
Bethy
I wanted to know who he was and now that I did I should have been screaming that there was a monster in my room. Honestly, I should be looking for a way to escape. The man killed people.
Like ended their lives and went home like he just took a walk in the park for fresh air. All these things and yet they changed nothing I wouldn't be begging for my life I sure in fuck wasn’t going to run screaming into the night.
“Bethy?”
I could barely hear him. His whispers almost fearful. Looking at him I see the fear of losing me and I break. Pressing my lips to his I kiss him with every speck of love I have for him.
“I love you.”
I needed him to hear and feel the words. I needed him to know I loved him despite it all.
“Behty..”
“I love you Lark.”
Pulling myself closer to him I press my chest to his. The feel of his warm skin against mine had heat rushing through my blood. I wanted him again.
“We can't Bethy.”
“I need you close again, please.”
“No you can’t handle another round Darlin.”
Pulling back, I look into his eyes, they said exactly what I hoped they wouldn’t. He wasn’t giving in on this. A small part of me agreed with him.
But this other part wanted more and was more than willing to push. Slipping my fingers down his chest I come within inches of his hard cock.
His hand wrapped around my wrist halting any further exploration. His other hand slipped between my thighs. One finger slipped inside me and pain blinded me.
A scream ripped from my throat. Even though he removed his finger, tears slipped down my cheeks.
“Please Amoruccio.”
“What does it mean?”
“My love.”
“I just wanted to be close to you.”
I wanted him to hold me to comfort me with the same hands, he takes life from so many others. His hands slip under my ass, pulling me into him.
My knees on either side of his hips as my butt rested on his thighs. Wrapping my arms around his neck I press my lips to his throat.
His hands caressed my back gently soothing my frayed emotions. Pressing into him I let him hold my weight.
“I love you darlin.”
“I love you Lark.”
“Will you tell me more about what you do?”
“Bethy..”
“Please Lark.”
“What do you want to know?”
That was a good question. How much do I want to know? Everything? Something? Most of it?
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
I wasn’t expecting that and yet I was. I'm so confused.
“I kill for a living Bethy that’s what I do. I enjoy it.”
“Will you tell me about them?”
“My marks?”
“Yes.”
He hesitated and for a long, breathless moment I thought he would deny me this. I wanted nothing between us no lies and no secrets.
“I killed a man since I’ve been here. Not long after we met.”
I waited for him to continue as much as I think he waited for me to get all freaked out. Instead of saying anything I wait it out.
“It was requested I make it messy.”
“Messy?”
“Bethy you really don’t want to hear this.”
I did, though. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was like a part of me was feeding off this information. It was loving the darkness inside him.
The more he talked the more I wanted to hear. It was turning me on. Death seemed to be an aphrodisiac.
“Torture Kitten.”
Mmmh yummy.
“I want to know everything Lark. I need to know if I can…”
I was going to say spend the rest of my life in this life. But a switch was flipped and it smacked my other half into submission.
I wasn’t letting him go. It was that simple I was meant to be his, I could feel it in the darkness rising inside me. The real me was making itself known.
Something I buried years ago. The need for blood and destruction. Mayhem and chaos.
“What Bethy?”
“Nothing Lark. I just want to know everything.”
His eyes darkened as if he can read between the lines as if he heard my thoughts.
“Perfect. You’re fucking perfect Kitten.”
Kitten. Every time that word left his lips, my pussy would clench in need. That one little word had my desire rising. I loved it. Craved it even.
Chapter 16
Lark
They thought they owned me it was laughable really. I wanted to rip his tongue from his mouth. I would have peeled his skin from his body if he took Bethy from me with his carelessness.
Bethy was perfect. She was made just for me, I could see it in her eyes the more I spoke of what I did the more she craved. I had what Axel and Jace did.
The one person I could share it all with the death and destruction the mayhem and chaos. I could breathe easier knowing I didn’t need to watch my step.
The phone ringing had my anger surfacing. I don’t say a word as I pla
ce it against my ear. Bethy is just staring at me. Like she knew this was a job and I may need to leave.
“We have a job.”
“Who?”
If I was honest with myself, I missed the thrill of the kill. I loved Bethy but I needed to feel the blade sinking into flesh.
“Russian’s. They fucked with Brandons woman.”
This had to be a joke Brandon was a whore and one I didn’t see any intelligent woman settling with.
“I don’t have time for this.”
His laugh echoed in my ear.
“Not fucking joking.”
I didn’t know what to say honestly, I wanted to call him on his shit. Make it more realistic fuck tell me it was Jesse’s turn to fall head over ass for someone.
“I was just as fucking shocked when I got the call. Look Sarahs upset.”
He was a fucking bear on a rampage after hibernation when Sarah was upset. Fuck this wasn’t good. Settling my eyes on Bethy, I let the reality set in.
I was leaving here right now no preparation no planning to go and help the woman of a man I have more than once wanted to cut open and tinker inside of.
“How many?”
“Dons house.”
Fuck this could take all night.
Chapter 17
Lark
All the dons house I’ve been to run through my mind. I learned years ago to study the layout of every crime family's house there was.
I knew all the ins and outs. The secret entrance and exits. All the places to hide. The special rooms, some of the sick fucks had.
Timofey was going to have a big fucking shock here very soon. His father just made my list. It was poetic in a way. Bosses were all the same.
They all placed their men in all the right places the problem was I could guess exactly where they placed those men. Wiping out an interior family was made easy so easy it was almost boring.
The large dark shadow of the house coated my car. Looking at the formidable stone building I mentally run through all the places his men would be and the best point of entry to quickly kill them all.
The kitchen was probably the best. Typically it was empty the Don had a strict schedule the fuck liked things to be the same every day.
Breakfast at eight am. Lunch at noon and dinner at six. It was four pm right now all servants would be elsewhere. Lucky for them and better for me.
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