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Leander grabbed my hips and pushed me up two steps, into an arched doorway.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice, raspy as it was.
Tearing open the front of my pants, his hand slipped inside, fisting my rapidly hardening cock. “What I should have done in Venice.”
Eyes closed, my head thumped against the door. “Oh my God — Leander!”
“Should I stop?” he asked, blazing a trail of kisses, alternating with bite marks, down the side of my neck, all the while torturing me with his hand.
I could barely comprehend the question, let alone answer it.
“No?” He chuckled darkly before his mouth covered mine, his teeth sinking into my lower lip.
Still riding the high of bloodshed, it wasn’t long before his mouth and his hand pushed me over the edge. I collapsed against him, muffling my cry into his shoulder as I came. He nuzzled the side of my face, a Cheshire grin on his lips. Meanwhile I tried to catch my breath and come back down out of fucking orbit.
“We should leave before someone sees us,” Leander said with another quick kiss before slinking away, as nonchalant as could be. Stepping over the corpse, he leaned down and plucked his wallet off of the ground, thumbing through its contents quickly.
“Oh,nowyou’re concerned?” I shook my head with a laugh, trying to make myself presentable again. Wiping what was left of the dried blood from my hand, I frowned at the dampness on my sleeve. There went another jacket. At least it was dark, so hopefully no one would see it on the walk back to the hotel.
As soon as I caught sight of Leander, I cringed. “Whoops. Come here.”
He met me halfway, his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
Licking the corner of the handkerchief, I did my best to clean the bloody streaks off of his face. “I’m starting to think I’ve been a bad influence on you.”
“The worst.” The corner of his mouth ticked up into a sly smile.
“My mission in life is fulfilled, then.” Snickering to myself, I picked up the knife one more time and wiped the fingerprints off of it before throwing it in the closest trashcan.
“Where did you get that from anyway?” He smoothed down the front of his suit jacket while we stepped over the river of blood trickling through the cobblestones, strolling away into the balmy summer night.
“I snagged a couple from the restaurant. Want one?” I opened my suit jacket like a peddler, revealing a row of knives carefully pierced through the lining.
He shot me a look out of the corner of his eye before his beautiful gaze rolled away in exasperation. He did a shitty job hiding his smile, though.
“I’m just saying… One can never betoocareful. Haven’t you heard? Murders are on the rise around here,” I said with utter seriousness, adding a serene smile when he looked at me again.
He smirked, shaking his head. “I don’t need a knife. I have you.”
“Always.” I slung my arm around his shoulders, bonking my forehead against his.
* * *
The twitching wokeme before the whimpering. With one leg hooked around Leander’s and my arm draped across his waist, each jerk he made registered along the length of my body.
I reached for his face in the dark, caressing his cheek. “Easy, my love. You’re dreaming. That’s all,” I murmured in Italian. In truth I could have spoken Klingon. It wasn’t anything that I said, so much as the sound of my voice.
Still asleep, he turned his face toward me and grew quiet.
I’d nearly drifted off again when a sharp pain landed in the center of my diaphragm. If that wasn’t enough, Leander’s scream reverberated through my skull at the same time. I was still trying to figure out how to breathe when he shot upright, scrambling away from me to the far side of the bed.
Rubbing the sore spot beneath my sternum, I leaned over and turned the light on, hoping it would snap him out of it.
It took a minute, but eventually his chest stopped heaving. His fingers loosened from the tangled sheets and he blinked himself into the present.
“What happened?” I asked, knowing perfectly well it was another nightmare. Even if he denied it, I had the bruises to prove it, collected over the weeks of our otherwise blissful vacation.
“Nothing.” He whipped the covers off and darted to the bathroom, like I was going to take him at his word and just roll over and go back to sleep.
