Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(3)
Whatever he was going to suggest, I cut him short as I threw the vase at his head. He ducked at the last second, and it soared over him, smashing against the wall in a highly dramatic shattering of glass.
“Great,” I huffed, “now I’m going to end up cutting my feet when I run through there.”
Leon snorted. “You’ll never make it that far, DeLuna.”
He clearly had enough of toying with me, because this time when he rushed at me, it was like being hit by a moving tower of bricks. The air knocked from my lungs, but I still fought with everything I had until he got an arm around my neck and my wrists locked up behind my back.
“I thought you were better than this,” he mocked me, using the back of the couch to trap me as he reinforced his submission hold on me. Fucking hell, I’d seriously underestimated Leon Marx. His thick forearm banded across my trachea, compressing my breathing but not choking me out. Not yet.
“I thought you were a hacker,” I retorted, then groaned as his hips pushed me into the back of the sofa. “You’re not seriously still turned on right now.”
Leon gave a hum of amusement, his choke hold around my neck loosening even as his hold on my wrists secured tighter. “You say that as if you’re not turned on right now, DeLuna.” He traced a gentle finger over the shallow gash on my neck, then leaned in to kiss my skin. The hot flick of his tongue made me suck a short gasp and shudder with intense desire. Fuck yes I was turned on, but I was also trying to maintain a little perspective.
“Dammit, Leon,” I groaned as he kicked my feet apart.
“Stop me, if you really want to,” he dared me. “I know you’re capable.”
I was. But I didn’t want to. I really, badly didn’t want to stop him.
Leon gave a small groan, then I cried out as his cock slammed into my aching pussy. I was soaking wet already, but he was thick enough to give an edge of pain with the pleasure. Utterly perfect.
His grip on my wrists bit deeper, like he was permanently imprinting his touch into my skin as he reared back and slammed in again, hitting me deeper as I bent over the back of the couch.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped as he fucked into me with ferocity, making me see stars. “Yes. Oh shit. Leon…” His name left my mouth in a moaning plea, and my pussy gripped his cock hard with every stroke.
He muttered curses of his own as he fucked me stupid, his body slapping against my ass and pushing me harder and harder into the couch. If it weren’t for how tight he held my wrists, I’d have already toppled over because my balance was shot.
“Are you gonna come for me like this, DeLuna?” he asked in a breathless, husky voice that made my nipples tighten. “Are you gonna come all over my cock while blood still runs down your neck?”
I shuddered with the first threads of an orgasm. “Fuck yes,” I gasped.
Leon wasn’t even slightly put off by how fucked up that was. Hell, he was even more messed up than me, because his movements became more forceful, more desperate at my response.
Then he swore and pulled out abruptly. Releasing my wrists, he spun me around with dizzying speed and lifted me with his hands under my butt. Two seconds later, my ass was on the cold stone of the kitchen island, and Leon’s dick was buried back inside me once more.
Seeking balance, I leaned back on my hands, and Leon’s heated gaze flared as he took in my naked body splayed out in front of him. Then his attention locked on where we joined. At the slick movement of his cock pounding my pussy.
I watched as he dragged his lower lip between his teeth, his chest rising and falling with harsh breaths as he stared. Then my climax began to crest, and his eyes darted up to my face.
Tossing my head back, I let the orgasm take me, sweep me up in its intoxicating embrace and totally shatter the world around me for just a few precious moments. My cunt tightened, and wave after wave of heady euphoria rolled through me as Leon grunted and fucked me harder, prolonging my pleasure.
He came a moment later, joining me in exhilarating release and pumping his hot load inside me with determination. It was a totally different experience than the way Kai had filled me up, though. Leon knew what the Guild did to protect its assets. He knew there was no risk of getting me pregnant. And that just made it funner.
For several long moments, neither one of us moved. The only sound filling the room was our combined panting. Then, instead of pulling free, Leon gathered me close and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me from the counter.
“What now?” I asked in a sleepy, well-fucked voice. “We going back to trying to kill each other?”
His lips curled and his softening cock twitched inside me. “Can it wait until morning? I find I’m not quite done with you yet, Danny DeLuna.”
I huffed a laugh. “Deal. I’m definitely not done with you either.”
Finally giving into temptation, I draped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Really, deeply kissed him as he carried me back upstairs to his bedroom. If this was the way I died… at least I went out fighting and fucking. Couldn’t ask for much better than that.
2
When I told Danny I wasn’t quite done with her, it was a gross understatement. Every touch, every kiss, every sigh… I was addicted. Obsessed. Consumed. Would I have really gone through with killing her if she hadn’t woken up? I didn’t know. But I did know that I’d intentionally allowed her to wake… like I needed her to take the decision out of my hands and remove my own culpability in the failed assignment.