Kiss Of Death: A Dark Mafia Romance

Nero

Her eyes roll back in her head and I force myself to let go of her delicate neck, despite wanting to snap her like a fucking twig. She sucks in a gasping breath and her eyes open, slowly focusing on my face. “You were going to fucking kill me,” I growl at her.

She frowns. “And strangling me was what? Foreplay? Get off me.” She tries for authoritative but it’s pathetic, really.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I pull them up above her head and pin them in one hand. I brace the other hand beside her head in an attempt not to press every single part of me against her, and that’s not for her benefit, trust me. This shouldn’t be hot in any way, but violent women have an effect on me, and it doesn’t get more violent than her. Watching her gasp for breath, my hand wrapped around that slim neck of hers…the only thing that could make it more perfect is if I were balls deep inside her. She tried to kill me and I have a fucking hard-on for it.

“I’m not doing your fucking job,” she hisses through clenched teeth, panting. Oh, she’s got a mouth on her when she’s pissed off.

Clenching my jaw, I bring my face close to hers, even though she refuses to look at me. Her head flails from side to side. “I took you for intelligent, Morte. You’re acting like a kid trying to play hero to her sister.”

She yanks against my grip, bucking her body in an attempt to break free. “You have no intention of getting her back, do you?” She fights again, but it’s feeble really. She’s long lost the advantage.

Grabbing her jaw, I force her to look at me. “I gave you my word, didn’t I? Are you questioning me?”

“You’re a liar,” she says quietly. Her lips part, her tongue flashing across them for the briefest moment. I struggle to tear my eyes away from her mouth. My dick is rock-hard, and I know she can feel it. I don’t care.

“I don’t lie,” I say absentmindedly. Her chest rises and falls heavily, pressing against me. When I meet her eyes again, they’re on my mouth. Damn, she makes this difficult. Her teeth gently scrape over her full bottom lip and I fight with myself, because fuck knows this is the last woman on earth I should want to kiss, and yet, she’s the only one I’ve ever wanted to put my mouth on this much. Women are nothing more than a moment of pleasure to me, but Una…well, Una would be a world of pleasure and pain. I want to fight her and tame her only for her to break free and do it all over again. I want to strangle her while I fuck her and then fall asleep, never quite knowing whether I’ll open my eyes again, or whether she’ll put a bullet between them instead. She’s a challenge, the unattainable killer. I could list every reason why this is bad, but right now not a single one comes to mind. She reels me in like a magnet, and I fight it, but eventually…

Gripping her jaw, she gasps as I force her head back. There’s a beat, a moment where our eyes lock, and it’s the rage there that pushes me over the edge. Mercilessly, I slam my lips over hers. Her fucking mouth. How many men have kissed her and actually lived to tell the tale? For a second she freezes, and then her lips part and her tongue darts over my bloodied bottom lip. She moans into my mouth, the sound going straight to my dick. She tries to pull her wrists free and I release her, trailing my free hand over the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip, the toned length of her thigh with the blade holstered to it. When I drop my lips to her neck, her fingers wind through my hair, pulling me closer. Her pulse pounds beneath my lips, and when I bite down on her soft skin, she physically trembles. The vicious little killer softens, purring beneath my touch. Her hips shift and she rubs against my hard dick, forcing a low groan past my lips. She’s dangerous and addictive, simply kissing her is a rush of danger, and I’m quickly reminded why when I feel the cool brush of steel at my throat. Clever girl. Smirking, I slowly pull my face from her neck and stare down at her swollen, blood-stained lips and too bright eyes.

“Last chance,” she says, her voice wavering.

I cock a brow, daring her. She presses the knife into my skin, the sharp sting of the blade breaking through flesh. Warm blood trickles down my throat. “I’m asking you to trust me, Una.” I keep my eyes locked with hers, hoping she can see that I mean it. “Trust. Me,” I growl. She looks so vulnerable, so beautifully feral.

“Never.”

I push my throat harder against her blade, hissing a breath through my lips as my mouth brushes against hers. “If you won’t trust my simple ability to hold up my end of a bargain, then believe in my basic sense of self-preservation.” I breathe against her. “I’d have to be a stupid man to screw over the kiss of death, wouldn’t I?” She squeezes her eyes shut.

“Not if you kill me.”

I smile and stare at her lips. “Well, now that would be a waste.” Her eyes lock with mine and she seems to be searching for something. Finally, she takes a deep breath before the blade slips away from my neck.

“Fine, but if you fuck me over, there will be nowhere you can hide, Nero.”

“Such a savage little butterfly.” I smirk and push off her. She rolls to her feet and says nothing, simply walks past me and heads for the stairs. I have to give her points for effort and creativity. My dick is so hard it hurts.

Heading straight for my room, I strip as I go into the bathroom. The second I’m standing under the hot water of the shower, I fist myself and start stroking over the length of my dick. Squeezing my eyes shut, a scene forms in my mind. It’s so hot and twisted. I picture Una, standing over Lorenzo’s dead body. She looks at me and then bites down on her bottom lip, dragging her teeth over it as she releases the soft flesh. Hopping up on the desk, she slowly glides her skirt up until the material is bunched at her waist. No underwear, just endless milky soft skin and a bare pussy. She spreads her legs wide and I get a glimpse of perfection. Her hand drops between her legs and she starts to work one perfectly manicured finger over her clit. The noise she makes has me groaning and throwing my hand against the tile to steady myself. She takes two fingers and buries them in her pussy, moaning and writhing, whispering my name. Pleasure courses through my veins and electricity rips over my body in a wave. A low growl leaves me as I come, watching it wash away down the drain.

This is what I’m reduced to, beating one out in the shower, because the deadly assassin I brought into my house tried to kill me. A beautiful woman with a homicidal streak has always been my weakness.

I wake to a blood-curdling scream that has me instinctually reaching for my gun before I realise it’s just Una. I swipe a hand over my face and roll over, hearing another scream, and then another. Jesus. Is she being murdered? Getting out of bed, I leave my room, lingering outside her door for a second. She said not to go in there, but it’s my damn apartment, and I need to sleep. This has been constant for days now. I push open the door and approach the bed. She’s tossing and turning, and it looks as though she’s fighting a battle in her sleep.

“Una.” She doesn’t wake, but the tight set of her body looks almost painful. I sigh and shove her arm. In the blink of an eye she’s bolt upright and I’m staring down the barrel of a .40 cal. Of course. “Are you ever going to stop pointing guns and knives at me?” I sigh.

Her arm wavers an inch before she finally lowers it. She’s left all the blinds open and the ever-present light from the city below illuminates the room. Dark shadows linger under her eyes and for once she has no smart remark for me. She drags a hand through her hair and leans against the headboard. “What are you doing in here?”

“I love to hear a woman scream, as much as the next guy, but if I’m not fucking her or hurting her, then it’s just annoying.” She glares at me.

“Again, you’re the one that wanted me in your apartment, not me.” God, she’s never going to stop with that shit.

“Yeah well, I didn’t expect the big bad killer to have night terrors.” Her jaw clenches, her eyes flashing angrily. Apparently, that hit a nerve.

When I sit on the edge of the bed, she moves away from me, shunting to the other side.

“What are you doing now?” she snaps.

“Sleeping.” I lie down on the bed, ignoring her. That vanilla and gun oil scent of hers wraps around me immediately.

“Here? You want to sleep here?” she asks, her voice hiking.

“Your whining I can sleep through. When you’re whining you’re not screaming bloody murder, so I’ll take it.”

“You’re an asshole,” she grumbles under her breath. Ignoring her, I close my eyes. “Nero, seriously…” She shoves me. “You are not sleeping in my bed.”

“Actually, my bed.” I have a moment where I marvel at what a normal conversation this is. I could almost be friends with Una if I wasn’t me and she wasn’t her, but even then, I’d still want to fuck her. Or maybe I wouldn’t. It’s her bloodlust that makes my dick hard.

“I’m starting to worry that you have no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.”

I smile. “Is that a threat, Morte?”

“I don’t threaten.”

I smile wider. “Promises, promises.”

She growls under her breath. “You’re insane.”

I’ll get up in a minute, of course, but something about her temper makes me smile. She’s right, I am insane. I have money, respect, power, women and a job that feeds into all my dark and violent desires. I have everything I want and need, and yet, Una makes it all feel boring. She’s dangerous and unpredictable. She’s everything I crave from life in one deadly package, and that might well make me insane, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life it’s to accept things for what they are.

The gentle trail of fingertips over my chest pulls me from sleep. I blink my eyes open, gathering my bearings as I look around the room before glancing down to find Una’s cheek pressed to my bare chest. Shit, I actually fell asleep here. Her arm is thrown over my body and her fingers glide over my left pec, before trailing down my abs one muscle at a time. I swallow hard when her palm presses flat against my lower stomach, her fingers just brushing the waistband of my boxers. Her deep, even breaths are the only thing that stops me from throwing her down on this mattress and taking her. Instead, I grit my teeth and lie there, my dick throbbing as I stare at the dark ceiling.