El Diablo (Killer of Kings 6)

She closed her eyes, another beautiful orgasm building inside her, stealing her inhibitions.

“Tell me, baby. I want to hear it.”

Alesha loved the sound of him talking dirty to her. “I love your cock.”

“You’re only mine.”

“Only yours,” she repeated.

“Good girl. This body belongs to me now. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect.” He nuzzled her neck, sucking her earlobe. Everything he did screamed experience and skill. She loved every minute being in Xavier’s bed. She was ready to commit to him, body and soul. Was he ready to sacrifice in the same way?

“Are you mine?”

He pulled back to look down at her. “You’re the only woman for me, Alesha. I’m done fucking around. From now on, I’ll be pleasuring you and no one else.”

“No more pushing me away. No matter what,” she said between breaths.

“Promise.”

A week ago, she never would have believed the chain of events that she’d experienced recently. Her hot-as-hell boss with the big bank account turned out to be a hitman for hire. And he fucked like a machine. She’d given him her virginity … and he’d promised a lifetime together in return. Was she being naïve, or was this a match made in heaven?

They kissed, hungry and desperate. She couldn’t get enough of him.

Then he took her harder, deeper, his back breaking out in a thin sheen of sweat. He pistoned in and out of her body, all hard-packed muscle and strength.

“Co

me for me again. Let it all go,” he said.

She stopped fighting her release and relaxed her muscles, holding him around the neck. Her orgasm came barreling to the surface, heat and calm flooding her lower stomach. Then she detonated, her hips arching up as she milked Xavier’s cock over and over in delicious ripples. She’d been taken to heaven and back in the arms of the devil.

He groaned, holding her tighter to his chest as he followed her, filling her with his essence. The weight of his body briefly came down on her until he supported himself again. When the intensity of their lovemaking settled down, only the sounds of their heavy breathing remained.

Xavier rolled to his side, supporting his head with a hand as he stared at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You look beautiful after sex. Your cheeks are flushed nice and pink. Just as I imagined.” He reached out and brushed the stray hairs off her face. She was sweaty, her heart still beating hard.

“Tell me something, Xavier. Do you still feel the same way now that sex is out of the way?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m not a teenager. I know what I want, and I don’t plan to do this once.”

She shifted to her side to face him. Alesha traced a fingertip along the ink at his neck. He had to be the sexiest man alive. How could something so good be bad?

“What happens now?”

“I have a quick job to do tomorrow, and then we’ll figure things out.”

“What kind of job?”

He frowned. “My boss wants me to handle the rest of the crime ring Dixon was involved in. It went higher than him.”

“Do you need a date again? I can help.” She couldn’t help but smile. Although she hadn’t been the best actress, it had been thrilling and terrifying in equal parts on the yacht.

“I think I can handle it. I told you I’d protect you, and I plan to keep that promise.”

“What if I can help? I’m not afraid, Xavier.”