Page 36 of Killer Bones

“Oh. Okay.”

Trusting him is still hard, but what he has told me is a lot, a lot of information. Sensitive information.

Watching him play, I mull it over. I could use that, if I was so inclined, and get him sent to prison.

I could try to, and I would most likely fail. He has friends high up, so the chances of success are low. Montez would have him killed on the spot if he knew.

Opening my mouth and saying all of that in front of Montez would be a death sentence for both of us.

“You told me more than is healthy for you.”

“Yes. Like I said.” He pauses, pushes the laptop to the side. “I’m not behaving like a sane man, but you’re not going to betray me, are you?” He seems puzzled by his own assertion.

I’m shaking my head slowly and am equally puzzled. “No. I won’t.”

“Good. I won that round.” He spins the laptop. His score is higher in cash and level.

“Damn. Why am I competing against a hitman at killing things?” And that is what he is—an assassin, a hitman. “You want a kiss? I might allow a peck on the cheek.” Like the smartass I am, I offer the side of my face.

He sighs. “Done the way we want to do it, that was the deal. This.” He pats his outstretched legs. “Lie over my lap, facedown.”

Should I? Of course I should lie over the lap of this man. A man with an evil twist to his mouth and the devil in his eyes. I get onto my hands and knees and start to hand-walk over him.

“Adelmo…” I begin. “It is Adelmo?”

“Down.” He shoves me lower, and I bend and subside onto my legs and forearms. At the urging of his hands I collapse the last distance.

“How is this a kiss?” I venture, resting my head on my arms and squinting up at him.

He twists my head further, with his hand binding my hair, as is usual for him. It’s a controlling method I am totally down for. My breath halts, my thoughts stutter, and I close my eyes—it’s the quiet rush of the wind across a plain in my mind. My clit contacts his hard thigh, though his pants prevent this from being skin on skin. The dress has gathered under me, and now he hauls the rest of it to my waist, baring my ass.

A kiss arrives on one ass cheek. “There.”

“Hmmm.” I shift on him, ultra-aware of all he does—the hand in the middle of my back that presses me close to him, his fingers pinching me then separating my thighs. The blade of that hand is wedged into my slit. “We’re done?” I ask, smirking at him from beneath my brow.

“Oh we are so not done.” His hand is raised high, and he smacks it onto my rear. The loud slap of flesh on flesh echoes in this small metal room.

I jerk and gasp, moaning into my forearm, turned on by this switching up of his agenda.

His laugh says he heard my reaction. When he tests my pussy by sliding a finger along between my legs, I automatically spread myself to allow him access.

He hums approval, plays down there, toys with my entrance. “A happy cunt is a wet cunt.”

Then he spanks me, thoroughly. I cave onto him and become a gasping, squirmy noodle, with all my weight slumped over him. His erection is hard against my hip as more and more smacks slam onto me. The vibrations, the pain, they ripple into me, become an echoing pleasure.

This is a heaven I’ve barely had enough experience of…and how I crave this.

All his words before only stitched my needs deeper into my flesh…

Lock you in my bedroom, forever.

Leash you.

Chain you up like a sick little kink-kitten.

“Now.” He’s stopped spanking me, but the edge of his hand is resting half inside me again. “How about some Red Dead Redemption? Same deal?”

Fuck. I want to come.