“I barely felt it. I do feel like a 007 agent now.”
“You are. You’re just on the questionable side of the law now.” He tossed the box on the end table as if was an irritant keeping him from getting as close to her as he needed to be right now. He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in until they were nose to nose, resting his forehead on hers. He could feel his turmoil over the emotions he was dealing with. Up until then, he never had to deal with them before. He’d kept them tucked away in some tidy little file cabinet in the recesses of his mind. But emotions weren’t matters of the mind, they were matters of the heart. Now those things he’d kept neatly filed and tucked away had spilled out into a tangled web of confusion that he didn’t know how to compartmentalize.
“I don’t think I love you—I know I love you. There… I’ve said it.” There were no fireworks or butterflies with angels singing, just a realization that he was going to face it head on, like he did everything else.
This time it was her who took a finger and lifted his chin. “I love you too.”
“That device doesn’t just tell me where you are. It tells me your heart rate, your temperature, and even your blood pressure. It’s so I can get a read on if you’re scared or you’ve been drugged. It tells me what kind of climate you’re in. I can even tell if you’re lying. But, I don’t need that device to tell me when you’re deceptive. I’m a human lie detector when it comes to you.”
She looked like she was in a trance listening to him. He was in one looking at her. He opened her robe and laid her down on the bed, leaving her legs dangling over the edge. He pulled her towards his mouth where he was knelt between her legs on the floor. His fingers spread her apart, taking a moment to stare at her most intimate parts. He looked up at her through hooded eyes glazed over with lust. “Nothing will be hidden from me. I can’t promise you sweet romance. I can only promise unbridled obsession and loyalty. It’s who I am, and now… evidently it’s how I love.”
“The only way I know how to love you back is to give you what you need. The ability and the freedom to possess me—I’m yours. As far as loyalty, you’ve got mine too.”
“Good… I’d hate to have to kill you.”
His head dipped back down. He knew her well enough to know her fingers were clenching the sheets, fisting them as an outward sign of the pleasure she was feeling. He slowly ran his tongue up and down her moist slit, savoring her taste. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit rapidly, causing her to buck her hips as she climaxed. He waited until the aftershocks settled to speak.
“A gentleman never leaves a lady waiting or wanting. Last night’s orgasm denial was only to make a point.”
She raised up on elbows, looking at him. “And what point was that?”
“That I won’t tolerate you lying to me or stealing from me. Now get a good night’s sleep. You’re going to need it. We’re getting matching tattoos tomorrow.”
Chapter Twenty Two
They chose their shoulders to place the tattoos. One shoulder for the tracker, the other for the tattoo. They chose the intricate design of a wolf—both the same with a full moon in the background. Shadows and hues of an animal that ran in packs. They would run with each other now. They would live a life of solidarity with each other, having the same interests and goals to annihilate the enemies in their path. Intertwined on hers was written ‘Property of Renaissance Man.’ She was shocked when he did the same thing and had ‘Property of Renaissance Woman’ intertwined in his. A perfect match for a perfect couple. They were made for each other. He’d never been one for having a partner in his line of work, but she was just what he needed. In the past, he couldn’t afford to trust anyone. A partner meant someone to testify against you, but he had a way to solve that little issue—after all, he was a Renaissance man. He’d spent his life solving problems, coming up with solutions. Growing in knowledge and wisdom on all the details it took to be an equalizer—leveling the playing field for the victims of the world. She… was the only thing he’d ever encountered that he couldn’t compartmentalize.
He waited until they got in the car to answer the question in her eyes. “It isn’t just a matter of me owning you, you own me too. There’s a huge responsibility to ownership. It isn’t about ego. It is, however, about commitment. There could come a day when they ask you to testify against me.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, it will keep you from being put in that position too. I think we should. Are we going to be doing more jobs?”
“Yes, I’m in too deep. Plus, I like my job. It’s stimulating. It’s work that forces me to stay on top of my game.”
“Yeah, I like it too. I missed all of the years I was out of the game. I guess you’re right. I was born to do this. What are we going to do about the girl’s mother?”
“She has an aunt who has been trying to get her. The little girl wants to be with her. You and I can make that happen. We’ll make the mother an offer she can’t refuse.”
“You’re not the Godfather.”
“No, but I am the Renaissance Man.” He waggled his eyebrows teasingly. “More importantly, I’m your man. So, will you marry me?”
“I already said yes.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
“I’m certain you will, Dominic. I’m certain you will.”
The end…For now
Epilogue
His movements were slow as he pushed his cock in and out of her. He watched her face, studying every detail of it. She was forever etched in his mind. This moment of ecstasy in her expression brought him as much pleasure as the actual act of fucking her did. He could feel his being melting into hers and making them one. He loved her so much it hurt sometimes. Like a fist clenching around his heart making his chest tight with anxiety at the thought of losing her. It was the only thing he feared. The thought of it terrorized him. To lose her would be death.
“Climb inside of me and take every fiber of me. I’m giving you permission to take me over. Consume me. I need to give you everything.”
“I need to take you. And I don’t need your permission to do so.”
His thrusts became more violent in nature as if it would satisfy his need to own her. No matter how much he took of her body and soul he would never be sated. Her body trembled beneath him climaxing. She felt like a vice grip squeezing the life out of him as he exploded inside of her.
He took a moment to come out of the post lovemaking daze she always brought him to.
“No kids—we agreed.” It escaped her lips before she could stop it—going from just a thought to a voiced declaration.
He raised up, looking at her with a furrowed brow. “What brought that up?”
“Because we’re married now. I don’t want to be the stay at home wifey while you get to go have all the fun.”
“Well, what about when we retire?”
“I don’t retire, I re-fire.”
“Well you sure as hell light me up.”
“That’s us, babe, one big combustible explosion of chaos and mayhem.”
“I beg to differ. I spend a lot of time mapping out our jobs in a precise manner to ensure we don’t get killed or locked up.”
“Good. Because I think I’d kill myself before I went to prison.”
“Neither one of us is doing either. I don’t just work for mobsters. I have legit government jobs and enough to hold over the heads of some very important people to keep both of us out of prison.”
“I’m relieved—I only have to worry about being tortured to death now.”
“The only person who’ll be torturing you is me. I still owe you an interrogation session.”
“I think I’ll sit in on someone else’s first. Just to study your style. I have to admit, I am curious. What is your style?”
“I like to terrorize my subjects. Then I like to build false hope in them just to rip it away from them again. I tear them down to build them up, onl
y to tear them down again.”
“That’s sadistic. That’s a long drawn out mind-fuck. You scare me, Dominic.”
“You should be scared. Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking I won’t hurt you because you’re my wife. I’ll hurt you worse if you ever cross me.”
“You’re so romantic. You know how turned on I get when you scare the shit out of me.”
He reached over, grabbing her phone when it rang. “Who the fuck’s calling you?” He tossed it in her direction when he saw it was Ginger. “Put it on speaker.”
“I’m certain I’ve told you this before, but you’re incorrigible.”
“Damn straight I am. I’m never going to change my dominant, alpha he-man ways.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, dear.”
“What’s up, Ginger?” She couldn’t understand what her best friend was saying through the sobs on the other end of the line.
“You’ve got to help me. I don’t know where I am.”
That statement made her blood run cold. “Slow down. What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know. The last thing I remember was sitting at the bar talking to a customer. I’m chained up in a fucking basement somewhere. Son of a bitch—he’s coming. I can hear him coming down the steps. Oh God, please… you two have got to find me before he kills me.”
“Hide the phone!” It was the last thing she said to her best friend before the line went dead.
He could feel her trembling when he grabbed her and held onto her. “We’ll find her. I promise you on my life that we’ll find her and rescue her. Then… we’ll kill the son of a bitch who did this to her.”
Look for Graphic Episode 2 coming soon…
Introduction to Graphic (Dirty Deeds Episode 2)
The chains on her arms rattled, tugging at her drugged state of conscious. Piecing together the events of the night before was like walking through a haze of confusion.
The realization that she had no one who would even bother looking for her was sobering—she’d never thought about it before—never been forced to. She’d spent her life wrapping men around her finger, yet no one cared enough about her to even look for her body if it floated up on the banks of the Ohio River.
The thought terrorized her. Being kidnapped by a crazed killer had always been something she had nightmares about. She guessed it was because of her line of work. Dancing brought creeps and sickos out of the woodwork like cockroaches. Now her nightmare was a reality, and she had no hope of escaping it. There would be no knight in shining armor to ride in on a white horse and save her.
The chains were long enough for her to reach into her back pocket and get to her phone. The son of a bitch hadn’t taken it. He’d probably thought it was in the purse that she noted was gone.
Thank God he hadn’t taken her clothes. The thought of a deranged killer fucking her before he buried her in the murky waters of the Ohio River was detestable at best. Stop letting your mind run wild, girl.
She managed to get a call through to her best friend. The sound of the basement door creaking open and men’s shoes making their way down the steps sent her into overdrive. She stashed the phone under the cot mattress just in time.
Her heart thundered in her chest as metal scraped against concrete and she looked up to see her abductor.
Holy shit. Over six feet of sex on a stick leaned against the doorway, eyeing her. Jet black hair pulled back in a long ponytail and eyes so black that they were opaque in nature stared down on her. A black, leather jacket pulled back to reveal a holstered gun made her wonder if he was some kind of professional, rather than a creepy kidnapper. What the hell would he want with her?
“I’ve always had a thing for redheads. Even slutty looking ones.”
“Fuck you, buddy.”
His eyes lit up with humor. “That’s the manifestation of why I like them.” He leaned in like he was sharing a secret with her. “Redheads… they’re so damn fiery. I already know you’re a natural redhead. I can’t wait to see if that sweet little pussy of yours is red-headed too. It baffles me why a woman as beautiful as you would feel the need to work in a strip joint. Makes no damn sense to me.”
“My pussy or my job is none of your damn business.”
“It is now.”
Her heart sunk when he made his way over to the cot and grabbed her phone.
“Why in the hell would you let me make a phone call?”
“It’s all part of the plan, babe.”
“What plan?”
“The plan to reunite me with my long lost nemesis, Dominic Romero…”
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