Hitman’s Secret by Rosa Mink
Chapter 8
Natalia
It’s pitch black when we pull into a garage that doesn’t begin to look like a garage. I seriously thought Marko was about to drive us into the side of a bluff. All I can think about is his offer to take out my father.
I don’t care he apparently lied about not knowing who he is and I’m awful to seriously be considering his offer to kill my father. I know I am but if he’s gone then I don’t have to worry about what he’ll do to me next.
The garage door closes us in, and Marko comes around, getting my door and it’s so at odds with what he is. What kind of hitman opens a freaking door for someone?
“Come on, angel, let’s get you up to bed,” he says and my body flares with heat.
He unlocks a door with a keypad lock, and we step into what should be a mansion’s kitchen. It is professional grade, high end everything and he moves us through it and into a dining room that is full of antique furniture that likely cost a fortune. It leads to a hallway that has gold plated light fixtures along the walls and on into an enormous living room.
My jaw drops seeing the view from the wall of windows. We’re on the side of a mountain, another one faces us and then it’s a huge drop down to a valley full of trees and a winding stream. It’s the most magnificent view but he doesn’t give me time to enjoy it before ushering me up the steps and down another hallway.
The door he opens this time has my knees shaking. It’s another wall of windows but centered in the middle of the room is an enormous bed and it presses right up against yet another half-wall of windows. You would think a hitman wouldn’t advertise himself like this.
“The entire place is bullet-proof,” he says, and I swear at times he knows what I’m thinking. “No one is getting in here though; it’s built into the side of the mountain and fully contained except on this side. No way is anyone getting a shot off from the valley to reach here let alone the other mountain. You’re safe here angel.”
“Am I?” I ask turning to face him, seeing my bag in his hands.
“Always when you’re with me,” he claims, and I can’t help but believe him. God help me, but I believe him.
“Then show me, Marko.” I reach down to grasp the hem of my sweater. I pull it off over my head and let it drop, my nipples tightening instantly seeing the rush of heat race through his eyes when he sees my nearly bare chest.
“Fuck,” he groans before he’s on top of me, his hands, roughly pulling me towards him, one tangling in my hair, pulling it a bit while his other snags me around the waist, pulling me fully against him.
His lips claim mine again and I’m lost to everything. I can’t stop him. I won’t stop him because if it’s the last thing I ever do, it’s going to be sleeping with him.
“Marko,” I gasp when his lips lift, moving to my neck sucking on the skin there. It sends tingles all down my body, straight to my core and it starts to pulse. I can’t stop myself and I grind my hips against him, feeling his thick erection when his hand slides to my ass, giving it a squeeze before lifting my leg, settling me further against him.
“I’m going to fuck you standing up if you don’t stop that,” he warns but I can’t help it. I can’t stop from pressing against him further, tighter. God, I don’t know what’s going on, what I need but I know he can give it to me.
“Take me,” I beg, so beyond worrying about anything but having him.
Those green eyes of his flare higher and he lifts me, tossing me onto the bed before he’s there, jerking my pants down quickly, taking the panties with him. My bra turns into two pieces of lace when he grabs the center of the non-underwire item and rips it in half, throwing it aside leaving me completely naked compared to his clothed body.
“Mine,” he states, his eyes taking in everything about me, and I arch up, offering myself to him. He waits only a moment before his hands and mouth are on me again, kissing and licking, nipping, and biting, sending my brain scattering entirely.
Sensation after sensation washes through me as his mouth bites my nipples, trailing down to my stomach, biting the part that jiggles slightly, and I moan. I can’t stop it and that moan turns into a near scream when his mouth finds my clit. It’s hard and needy and he knows exactly how to play with it, better than I ever have while naked in my bed.
He strums it like a musician, making music come out of me, gasps, and cries until he breaks me. His body covering mine as I’m still pulsing, him naked somehow, and then I can’t contain it any longer. I scream as he fills me, taking that virginity away in an instant.
“Shh, shh,” he soothes pulling back a bit and I clutch at him, not about to let him leave me.
“Mine,” I cry, and he nips at my ear, thrusting back into me fully and I break again as he laughs.
