I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into me, getting off on the words he yelled into my ear. I came again, just when I least expected it, and I squeezed his cock so tightly I probably bruised it just like his face. “Bosco…”
He groaned a moment later, exploding inside my pussy for a second time. He dropped more come between my legs, adding another load to the first pile. Our orgasms overlapped, and we moaned together and clawed at each other as we both enjoyed it.
He paused when he finished, breathing hard against my ear. “Let’s see how much come this pussy can hold.” He started to move again even though he was still soft.
I gripped his wrists on either side of me, using them as an anchor to keep myself still as he thrust into me. “Give it to me, babe. Give it all to me.”
8
Bosco
By the time I woke up the next morning, the rage had finally subsided.
I was high off ecstasy, blood lust, and adrenaline. I killed a man I despised, made him pay for what he did, and then I shot him right between the eyes. My hand didn’t flinch when I pulled the trigger, but it shook immediately afterward, giving me a surge of power that my body couldn’t metabolize. I saw his blood stain the concrete, watched the light leave his eyes the second the bullet pierced his skull.
It was like taking a hit of the best drug.
I couldn’t see straight because the sensation was so powerful. Even when I returned to Carmen, I couldn’t shake it off. I put my life on the line to save her, a woman who would walk away from me in six weeks, but I didn’t hesitate before I made my decision. She was the most important thing in my life right now. When I saw him stare at her like a piece of meat, I knew what I had to do.
I didn’t look back.
In hindsight, it was probably stupid. It could have ended quite differently. But I’d promised Carmen I would have him dead in twenty-four hours, and if I didn’t take his life in those next thirty minutes, I would have broken my promise. Not once in my life had I broken a promise, and I wasn’t going to start now.
Besides, I wanted to prove my point—that there was nowhere safer in the world than by my side.
She was dead asleep when I woke up the following morning. I went into the living room and made some breakfast because I was starving. After the night I’d had, I skipped the lighter breakfast options and went for pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I cooked everything before I sat at the dining table and ate, knowing Carmen could be asleep for a few more hours.
Ronan called me, his name appearing on the screen.
I answered. “Where did you dump the body?”
“In a landfill. The rats and insects will eat him until there’s nothing left but bone.”
“Good.” I’d considered giving him a grave just so I could piss on it.
“The whole city is talking about what happened last night.”
As they should be.
“How’s Carmen?”
She enjoyed the rough way I took her last night, so she seemed to be in good spirits. “She’s fine.”
“Bosco, she was terrified. She grabbed my hand so hard, she almost broke it.”
A slight surge of jealousy moved through me, but I dismissed it because it was unwarranted. Carmen only held his hand because she was scared—scared for me. “I noticed.”
“She was in tears the whole time. Told me she wouldn’t know what to do if she lost you.”
I forced myself not to smile even though that was exactly what I wanted to do. Watching that woman cry for me was the biggest turn-on ever. She put her emotions out in the open, admitted the depth of her feelings without even realizing it. Knowing she cared so much gave me another jolt of energy throughout the fight. She cared more about my safety than her own. “Yes, she’s hung up on me.”
“I’d say it’s more than that.”
The last time we’d spoken about it, Carmen was still determined to end our relationship once our three months were finished. Now I wasn’t sure if that would happen anymore. The time we spent together had solidified our commitment to one another, had deepened the connection so powerfully that I was certain it was more than just lust. She couldn’t sleep without me, she couldn’t stand the sight of me getting hurt, and she missed me whenever we weren’t together. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“It meant a lot to her that you didn’t fool around with Ruby. She hates her, by the way.”
I stilled in my chair and stopped eating, that information registering in my brain as brand-new. “What?”
“She said Ruby practically threw her tits at you.”