The Killer's Prize, page 6
“Fuck off. I’m not warning you two assholes again,” he said.
Sergio should be getting a medal for his patience. He didn’t suffer fools lightly. Back in the city, he wouldn’t hesitate to teach these fools a lesson, but he remembered Jessie and he were trying to keep a low profile. Causing a ruckus in the town’s only bar would serve to draw the local authorities’ attention to them.
“Don’t pay any attention to them,” Jessie told him.
He looked into her eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”
She nodded.
“Hey, we’re not done with you two,” slurred Tom. Tom made the grievous mistake of putting his hand on Jessie’s ass. That was fucking it. Sergio exploded.
Chapter Nine
Jessie bit on her lower lip and looked from Sergio to the two drunks. By some miracle, Sergio and she made it outside the bar. Tom and his buddy tailed them, laughing and making jokes. Once on the sidewalk, Sergio planted himself in front of her. Then he reacted like an animal.
In seconds, Sergio shoved Tom violently against the building’s brick wall. Sergio’s fists blurred. Tom let out a croak. Blood dribbled down his lips as he slumped against the wall.
Tom’s friend stared at him and Jessie, but the whites in his eyes told her he was terrified. He should be. Sergio raised his bloody left knuckle to his mouth and licked it. The smell of piss filled the air. A stain appeared over the other drunk’s pants. Jessie wrinkled her nose.
“You and your friend better get lost before my boyfriend starts on you,” Jessie said. The drunk wisely grabbed Tom by the armpits and started dragging him away. Once they disappeared from her line of sight, she turned to Sergio. He breathed hard.
She tugged at his hand. “Let’s go home?”
He said nothing as he let her pull him back to the car. Sergio reminded her of a robot as he started the engine and drove for the trailer park. She stared at the dried blood on his knuckles. Not his. She would never forget the way he moved. He’d struck at that drunk like a snake without warning. A reminder that her Sergio was easily capable of violence.
He’s not yours, she chided to herself. Once they arrived at their destination, Jessie got out of the car first. It was cold, and she’d left her jacket at the bar. Going back for it didn’t seem wise, especially when Sergio was in this mood.
Before she could reach the front door, Sergio grabbed her shoulder and spun her.
“I can smell your fear, Jessie,” he said, pushing her against the front door. He bent one hand over her head. Her heart thudded. She shivered from a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. How many sleepless nights had she imagined him cornering her like this again?
“You scared me when you attacked that man, but only for a moment.” She met his intense gaze. “If you weren’t there to protect me, who knows what would’ve happened.”
“I’m no one’s white knight.”
“No, you aren’t, but you’re mine nonetheless.” Jessie pried her hand from his grip.
She circled her arms behind his neck, rose on tiptoe, and daringly kissed him. He tasted like cigarette smoke, beer, leather, and the clean soap he used. Sergio thrust his tongue down her throat.
Jessie couldn’t think. She clawed at his shirt and jacket. After he released her mouth, he planted more hot kisses down her neck. Sergio sucked the hollow of her collarbones and pressed a kiss to her breasts. He slipped the top half of her dress down, unveiling her bra.
He unclasped the hook with ease, then lowered his mouth to her left nipple. He sucked hard, making her gasp. Sergio marked her tits, leaving his teeth marks on both. She tilted her head back, not complaining when he slipped one hand up the hem of her dress. His touch felt rough and hot against her thigh. Above her, Jessie could see the inky night sky. She marveled at the hundreds of silver stars cast over the heavens like a net.
It occurred to her that she’d let him undress her in public. If he decided to take her against this trailer wall, she didn’t care. She just didn’t want him to stop. His kisses and touches burned. He could be her new addiction. A drug she knew she could never wean herself from.
He raised his head from the valley between her breaths, the expression on his face nearly feral under the moonlight.
“Inside,” was all he said.
Jessie felt herself nod. They retreated to the privacy of the trailer she had started calling as theirs. Sergio didn’t waste any more time. Once he kicked the door shut and activated the security system, he was on her again like a beast. He plundered her mouth while she tried to get rid of the dress. Her ass hit the edge of the dining table.
Damn it. She didn’t think they’d make it to the bedroom, but it didn’t matter. Sergio peeled the rest of the dress down her body. Once the fabric reached her ankles, she kicked it away. Her bra and panties followed. She became fully aware she was nude while he remained dressed. Somehow, she found that utterly erotic.
Sergio took a step back. He didn’t make her feel conscious about her body at all. Sergio looked at her like a fucking queen, like she was the sexiest woman in the universe. Her heart thudded as he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her to the edge of the table. He gave her chest a push, urging her to lie down on the wood.
Jessie did as he asked. Sergio stood between her legs, gazing at her pussy. He lowered his face to her cunt and began to eat her out. As soon as his tongue touched her folds, she moaned, clawing at the table.
Sergio gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he licked and sucked. He dragged his tongue to her clit and circled the sensitive nub of flesh over and over again before sliding two fingers inside her wet heat.
She gasped. The pressure building inside her shattered. Her vision blurred and her muscles relaxed. She came all over his face. Sergio lapped her up like a hungry cat.
“God. That was intense,” she whispered.
Sergio’s mouth on her pussy felt so much better than her masturbating on her own. Sergio peeled off his clothes and stood in front of her—nude, cut, and inked. Jessie still had a hard time believing a man like him wanted her.
“We’re far from done.” Sergio positioned himself between her legs. He hefted them over his shoulders. Like this, he could see all of her, pussy and asshole included. She swallowed, gazing down at his thickening cock. He rubbed her sensitive clit, making her squirm. “Tell me how much you want my cock inside you, Jessie.”
“So much,” she whispered. “Fuck me, Sergio. Make me yours.”
He let out an animalistic growl and guided his prick to his entrance. He was long and thick, the red tip of his cock already leaking pre-cum. He hesitated.
“We need condoms,” he said.
She shook her head. “I haven’t been with anyone for years.”
Jessie only had sex with two men. It had always been quick, nothing special, but she had a feeling sex with Sergio would be explosive. Their chemistry was off-the-charts.
“I’m clean,” he said. “I get tested every six months. Wait here. The latest results are on my phone.”
“There’s no need. I trust you,” she simply said.
Sergio penetrated her. He blanketed his body over hers and took her mouth. His dick felt huge inside her. He took his time, sheathing himself inside her. She moaned into his mouth. It felt like he was splitting her open, but he didn’t push inside her right away. He took careful pains not to hurt her, she realized. Once Sergio buried himself balls deep inside her, her breathing returned to normal.
“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear. She blushed. “You have no idea how good and tight your cunt feels.”
He began to move, steady and slow strokes at first before building momentum. Jessie soon forgot the initial pain. She started to touch the ink on his chest, but he held her hands captive above her head, restraining her. He fingered the scars on her wrists. A thrill slipped down her spine. Her pulse raced as he took her mouth again. He fucked her faster, deeper. Her breasts and aching nipples constantly rubbed against his hard chest. Sergio drowned her, but it didn’t matter because she didn’t need air.
Each time their bodies connected, it felt like he was able to touch the most intimate part of her—her damaged soul maybe. He shifted the angle of his hips, hitting her G-spot. Jessie gasped, arching her back.
Sergio slipped his dick out only to slam back in, making sure to brush against her clit every single time. The next time he sheathed himself inside her, she shattered. She screamed out his name. Her mind flew twenty thousand feet in the air.
Several thrusts later, Sergio emptied his warmth inside her pussy. He collapsed next to her on the table, spent like she was.
He recovered first and helped her up to her feet, which was good because Jessie could barely stand upright. Sergio ushered her to the bathroom and right under the shower.
Jessie didn’t think the two of them could fit inside the shower, but they somehow managed. She rested her head against the curve of his shoulder as hot water cleansed their bodies, luxuriating in the feel of his soapy hands on her body. They didn’t speak the entire time. There was no need to. Then Sergio turned the water off. As Jessie stepped out of the cubicle, he toweled her dry with a towel.
“You’re being so sweet,” she said.
“No one’s ever called me that.”
They didn’t bother with clothes. Usually, Sergio took the couch and Jessie the bed, but tonight, it looked like they were about to break more rules. Relief filled her. It had been a little lonely, having the queen-sized bed to herself. She told him this as they climbed into the sheets.
“Then from tonight onward, I’ll keep you company,” he said. He didn’t seem to mind as she settled herself against his chest. He ran his hand down her arm. Sergio fingered the scars again.
“Are you going to ask me about them?”
“Not if you’re not ready to tell me.”
During the short time they spent together, he had slowly opened up to her. Sergio told her about his family, his past. She didn’t think anyone else had been privy to his secrets. Like her, Sergio had been a loner. Sure, he’d been part of the Rossi Family, but from his stories, she gathered he usually worked alone.
“There’s nothing much to tell,” she admitted. “I tried to slit my wrists in the bathtub six months after my mother committed suicide. It turned out I didn’t have to guts to go through with it.”
Sergio held her close, his big and strong arms warm around her body. He didn’t interrupt her once.
“I ended up calling nine-one-one. I didn’t even cut deep enough.” She let out a bitter laugh. “I hate them. The scars, I mean. Every time I see them, I’m reminded of my failure, my weakness.”
“You’re not weak, if you were, you wouldn’t be able to stomach a man like me.”
Jessie began to trace the whorl of black ink down his chest, his wolf tattoo. “Oh, I don’t know. You’re not so bad, Sergio Castello.”
He smirked at her, then his expression turned serious. “I’m not placating you, Jessie. You’re a fucking survivor. Be proud of that.”
“I’m only alive today, thanks to you. If you didn’t come for me, I’d be joining my mother in the dirt.”
He kissed her on the mouth, slow and sweet. Jessie decided she liked all of Sergio, both the vicious killer and the tender lover that shared the same body. Other women might call Sergio complicated, but to Jessie, he’d always be hers.
“I’ll never let anything bad happen to you.” His words sounded like a promise.
“I know. That’s why I’m not worried about the future.”
Chapter Ten
“Sergio, guess what?” There was a bounce in Jessie’s step as she entered the trailer.
Sergio looked up from his laptop. He didn’t tell her, but his funds were running a little low. Victor had found a way to freeze his main bank account. Sergio had been in a foul mood all morning. He’d debated taking up freelance contract work.
He had compiled numerous contacts during the time he’d worked for Victor. Opening himself up for work also meant exposure. Once Victor found out Sergio was selling his services to the highest bidder, it wouldn’t be long before Victor discovered where Jessie and he had holed up. A month had passed since Jessie and he had taken up residence in his parents’ old trailer. Four perfect weeks of bliss, of pretending to live like some domestic couple. Well, not everything had been perfect. They had their share of arguments. Their recent one involved Jessie wanting to find work in town.
Sergio had adamantly refused until he realized Jessie would come to resent him if he didn’t bend a little. So, he’d allowed her to find work. Jessie had nothing to do. She was getting bored and restless. A dangerous combination. Sergio could keep her tied up in bed and satisfied if he wanted, but that would hurt her and their relationship in the long run.
Jessie hugged him from behind the sofa. Sergio inhaled the familiar, enticing scent of her soap and perfume. He cupped her face and pulled her down for a sharp kiss that left both of them wanting more afterward.
The contact of her mouth against his, her soft body against his back, lit a fire in his dick. If Sergio threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed, she wouldn’t be able to resist him. She never could.
“What did you want to say?” he asked instead.
She looked so excited. Sergio wondered with every passing day how long he could hold on to this illusion of a life they’d created together. Illusion because deep down, Sergio knew it wouldn’t last long.
He could pretend all he wanted they were a normal couple living one day at a time. The harsh reality was they were still both hunted people. Sergio would never be able to stop looking over his shoulder. One mistake could cost him, and he could lose Jessie. The thought of never waking up next to her in the mornings terrified him more than anything.
Jessie didn’t speak right away. Sergio understood. She wanted him to guess, but he’d never been good at guessing games, so he waited. She sighed, walked around the couch, and slid into his lap.
She wore jeans and a sweater when she left earlier that morning for a job interview. She’d changed out of those clothes and into a pair of tiny denim shorts that fitted her ass like a dream. The pink, mouth-watering crop top she wore only served to make him hard. She gripped his shoulders and beamed up at him.
“I got the job at the bookstore,” she announced.
Her excitement waned and she bit on her bottom lip. She was waiting for his reaction. Sergio didn’t want to fight her on this. His main bank account, the one where the Family deposited his funds, might be frozen, but he had more.
He reminded himself that she merely wanted to be independent. He’d assured her multiple times that he could take care of her, but she wouldn’t hear of it. She needed a job to keep her sane. It was her way of coping with the fear that someday, their little slice of heaven could be taken away without a moment’s notice.
“I’m happy for you,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“You sure?” she asked.
“Of course.” He peeled her top down. She didn’t wear a bra underneath because she knew he wanted easy access to her. He gave her left nipple a squeeze. She groaned, shifting on his knee. “I know how we’re going to celebrate.”
“How?” she asked, a twinkle in her eyes.
He unbuttoned her shorts in answer, then tugged down the zipper. She moaned when he fingered her clit and her pussy lips.
“You bad girl. Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” he demanded.
“Because you told me not to when we’re at home.”
He chuckled. “I did, didn’t I?”
She shifted on his lap, practically thrusting her wet cunt against his hand. Sergio slipped a finger inside her. She leaned against him, moaning softly. Sergio always loved witnessing her coming undone for him. When he lifted his fingers to her mouth, she licked her need off his digits like a cat.
“That’s my good girl,” he said.
She slipped off his lap and surprised him by kneeling between his legs. He leaned back against the sofa as she undid his pants. Jessie pulled out his dick, which was already at half-mast. She licked her lips and bent her head forward.
Sergio speared his fingers into her hair and tugged her close. She darted her pink tongue out and explored him from crown to base, not forgetting his balls. She took these in her mouth and sucked. Groaning, he tightened his hold on her hair.
Jessie opened her mouth wider and took his shaft down her throat. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Jessie blowing him.
“Keep your mouth open,” he instructed. Jessie obeyed. He opened his eyes again and began thrusting his dick and out of her hole. She took his cock like a champ. With a groan, he sheathed his prick in his mouth one last time and erupted. She drank down his seed, not spilling a single drop.
“Baby, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. She settled on his lap again and kissed him on the mouth.
“Thank you, I know it wasn’t easy for you.”
She was talking about him letting her go out in town to get that job.
“This will make you happy,” he said.
She nodded. “I’ve always wanted to work at a bookstore.”
“Remember our deal? I’ll drive you there and come pick you up after your shift’s over.”
“Overprotective man,” she said with a huff, but she didn’t argue. She rested his head against his chest. “Don’t worry, Sergio. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours, remember?”
“Mine,” he said smugly. That was right. He would hunt down and kill anyone who got in their way. If Victor still wanted Jessie, then he’d have to pry her from Sergio’s cold fingers.
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“Jessie, do you need help with that box?” asked Ted, one of Jessie’s coworkers.
Ted flashed her a smile that would’ve charmed most women. She didn’t return it.
Puzzlement flittered across his handsome face, but only for a moment. Ted was tall, lean, in his early twenties, which made him about her age. She never failed to notice the interested looks customers and their other coworkers gave him.
