Fantasy in Lingerie (Lingerie 6)

Joe wasn’t nearly as brave as I was. Sweat marked his forehead, and he heaved with his deep breathing. His hands shook, and he pleaded under his breath, his whispers sounding like incoherent phrases.

“Baby, what are you waiting for?” I grabbed Joe’s pistol off the ground before I stood over him.

She stepped back and righted her shotgun. “He’s all yours.” She kept walking back, her bare feet hitting the hardwood floor until she was a safe distance away. “Make him pay for what he did to your mother.”

I held the pistol at my side, more entranced by this woman who took down four armed men by herself, headshots to almost all of them, than by my nemesis on the floor. All she’d had to do was keep quiet and hide somewhere, and all of her problems would have disappeared. But she’d risked her life to save me.

The monster who kidnapped her.

Like a wet dream, she killed my enemies in the lingerie I asked her to wear. Her hair was around her shoulders, and her heavy makeup made her eyes dark and lustrous. This was a fantasy I never realized I had.

And it was reality.

I turned back to Joe and raised my gun right at his face.

He put his hands in front of his face. “Look, there’s gotta be—”

I shot him in the face twice and once in the chest.

His body went limp, the blood pooling in a puddle on the hardwood floor. His eyes were wide open, and his hands fell to the floor beside him. His suit was ruined, and now he was a dead corpse in the graveyard of his men.

I stared at the face of my enemy, at least, what was left of it. My mother finally avenged, and more importantly, this guy couldn’t hurt anyone else. The leader of the Tyrants was killed, along with his top men. I’d killed the rest of them on the street, so hopefully that wiped out most of the organization.

The barrel was empty, so I tossed the gun on the ground, hearing it make a loud thud once the metal clanked against the floor. The silence was somehow louder than the sound of gunshots. It was louder than my frantically beating heart. I’d thought I was going to die just minutes ago, but now I was standing over my enemies.

Because of her.

She set the shotgun on the floor, no longer wanting to touch it now that everyone was dead.

She could have let me die.

She could be free right now.

But she saved me.

I turned to her, speechless for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to say. I was enemies with this woman, and she was enemies with me, but we managed to look the other way in light of the connection that stretched between us.

I could feel that connection now.

She stared at me, her chest rising and falling hard because the adrenaline hadn’t passed yet. She didn’t have a drop of blood on her, but I had it splashed on my collared shirt.

I unbuttoned it before I let it fall to the floor. Then I moved to her, my eyes set on her just the way they were when she shot me in the snow. She did something so ballsy that I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her. She did something that impressed me, and I wasn’t the kind of man who was easily impressed.

My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed her in a way I never had before. It slow and sexy, and my arm wrapped around her waist to keep her as close to me as possible. I breathed with her, the adrenaline emerging for a whole different reason entirely. I wasn’t scared of anything.

But I was scared of this woman.

I lifted her into my arms and carried her down the hallway, our kissing commencing because nothing was going to slow them down. My cock was so hard in my slacks, so hard it actually hurt. I needed to be buried inside this pussy. Not later after the bodies were dumped. Not after I explained to Max what had happened.

Now.

I dropped her on the bed and pulled her black thong down her gorgeous legs. She worked my slacks, getting them undone so my cock could be free. They weren’t pushed all the way down because neither one of us wanted to wait that long.

I parted her legs then sank inside her, my cock sliding through her wetness until I was completely buried within her. I should thank her for what she did, say something about what just happened. But there were no words to describe how I felt about it.

This was the only way I could express myself.

She moaned when she felt all of me, her nails clawing deep into my back. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside her, breathing against my mouth as she took all of my cock. She rocked back into me, taking my thick length with the same enthusiasm.