Empress in Lingerie (Lingerie 5)

He was at least six-three, tall and muscular. He was packed with muscle on muscle, and he held himself with a formidable posture at all times. His blue eyes may have been pretty, but they were terrifying. His look was trained on me, an omen of what would come next. “Your turn, baby.”

“Don’t call me baby.” I aimed the gun and pointed it right at his heart. I didn’t hesitate to look for the terror in his eyes. I didn’t give myself any time to think about anything. I just had to kill this guy.

I pulled the trigger.

I missed his heart, but I hit him in the shoulder.

His body jerked slightly with the momentum of the bullet, but not once did his expression change. He didn’t show pain or fear. Like he was receiving a shot at the doctor’s office, it was just a quick pinch.

He halted in his tracks as he stared at me, and his furious expression changed into a different look altogether. Intense, territorial, and frightening, he looked at me like I was his next victim. His chest rose and fell at a quicker rate, the adrenaline spiking in his blood.

I still had the gun, so I had something to whack him with.

But he had a gun too. It sat on his hip. All he had to do was pull it out and snuff out my life right then and there.

But he didn’t.

He stormed me, moving at a quick pace over the snow and heading right for me.

I raised the gun to smack him in the skull.

Without looking at it, he grabbed my wrist and smashed it against the side of the van, forcing my fingers to release the butt of the gun. It fell to the snow as my body was pressed against the door of the van.

One hand moved into my hair, and he crushed his mouth to mine.

And kissed me.

He kissed me aggressively, like he’d been wanting to do it for the last few hours and finally gave in. His massive body pressed against me, and he breathed warm air into my lungs. It was silent outside, the echo of the gunshot long gone.

He felt my lips with his own, sucking my bottom lip before he migrated to the top. His mouth worked mine, taking the lead and cherishing me like a man madly in love with a woman. There was more passion in that embrace than any other man had ever shown me. His cock was hard in his jeans, and I could feel it press against me.

It was a monster, just like he was.

It happened so fast I didn’t have time to think about what I was doing. But I kissed him back, my body naturally following his. I’d never been kissed this way, with such masculine possession. This man didn’t give me a chance to decide what I wanted. He just took me, like he already owned me.

Blood seeped from his wound and dripped down his leather jacket. It got on my jacket and my fingertips, warm in the frigid temperatures. He was bleeding badly, but that didn’t deter him from giving me the best kiss of my life. It didn’t stop the blood from giving him a huge hard-on.

I’d never met a man like this.

He fisted my hair harder, taking charge by force. His tongue came next, slipping into my mouth and meeting mine.

My tongue danced with his, the seductive embrace making me forget the cold.

Packed with heat, desperation, and chemistry, the kiss was exceptional. It had to be under the circumstances.

Then he abruptly ended it, pulling his warm mouth away and leaving me exposed to the cold air once more. “Get your ass in the van.” He snatched the empty gun from the ground and got into the driver’s seat.

My back was still to the door as I considered what just happened. I was still breathing hard, processing the euphoric moment I just felt. I shot the guy with the intention to kill.

And his response was to kiss me.

The engine roared to life.

Did that mean he wasn’t going to kill me?

He honked the horn.

I snapped out of it and got into the passenger seat. I buckled my safety belt and watched the clearing disappear as we headed back to the road. “Does that mean you aren’t going to kill me?”

He pulled onto the main road but didn’t turn back the way we came. “Oh, I’m definitely going to kill you.”

2

Bones

Vanessa Barsetti.

With gorgeous black hair and Italian olive skin, she was a beauty. Her green eyes contrasted against her exotic features, making them astounding and expressive. When I was about to butcher her on the sidewalk with a knife, I got a glimpse of her features in the darkness.

And I recognized her.

I didn’t plan it, but she fell right into my lap. I didn’t believe in destiny or fate.