It’s not the first kill I’ve made and it won’t be the last, each time I have to end a life it gets easier. The first kill I had was Kinsley’s grandfather, it wasn’t an up close and personal kill. It was methodical and planned out. When I found out he died, I threw up, and my entire body was shaking. But it was the right thing to do and it didn't take me long to recover. The next kill came easier, a gunshot to the head and it was over and done with. I didn’t throw up that time, but his face stayed with me for a while. He betrayed my father and plotted to take him out. He made a mistake and paid the price.
The bathroom door opens, I don’t need to look to know who it is. The cool masculine scent of his aftershave hits me. It’s Dante. I hear the rustling of his clothes and within minutes his hands are on my hips, spinning me around so that I’m facing him. His expression is full of worry.
“Dante, I’m fine, I’m used to this,” I tell him as I press closer to him. He’s come to mean so much to me in such a short amount of time.
“I know, babe, trust me, I know you’re used to this. But, Kenna, that asshole disrespected you.”
I sigh, I’m not sure how he always manages to get to the heart of the matter. “Yeah, it’s always going to be like this. I’m always going to be doubted because of my gender.”
He reaches for my face and caresses my cheek. “It’s fucking shit, babe.”
I scoff, “Please, if you weren’t so obsessed with me. What would your thoughts have been when you found out that the Irish Mafia had made a woman their Boss?”
His jaw clenches and that’s enough to tell me my answer.
“Yeah, so while it’s bullshit, I’m more capable than anyone to run the family. I’ll never have everyone’s support for the mere fact that I’m a woman. But it just means that I get to kill a lot more people.”
He nips at my lip, “No, babe, it means we get to kill more people. You’re my wife. Mine. No one fucking disrespects you and lives to tell the tale.”
His hands start to roam my body and my blood heats as it always does whenever he touches me. “Is it always like this?” I ask breathlessly.
His eyes are dark with lust, “What, babe? Is what always like this?”
“So intense whenever we touch? The need to be with you constantly?” My voice is husky as his fingers trail over my nipples and they instantly pebble from his touch.
“Only with you, Kenna,” he tells me as his lips descend on mine. The kiss is hard and full of passion. “You’re the only woman that’s made me want more. That I’ve ever gotten hard at the mere thought of and the only woman I've ever loved, will ever love. You’re fucking amazing, babe.”
My heart melts at his words. I may be a killer, but having Dante love me is something I never dreamed of. I didn’t think love was in the cards for me, but I’m taking it with both hands and not letting it go. I’ll fight to my death to keep it, just as I know Dante would too.
I lift my hands to his hair. “Love you, so fucking much,” I whisper. It’s hard to describe just how much this man means to me.
He pushes me against the wall of the shower. Whenever I tell him that I love him, he loses control. His hands go to my ass and he lifts me, and in one move, thrusts his cock into me. “Fuck,” he gasps.
My fingers are clenching his shoulders as I steady myself. “God. You’re so deep,” I whimper. He’s not moved; he’s balls deep inside of me and the fucker is just standing there. “Please, Dante, move.”
He gives me a quick sharp shake of the head. “Perfection,” he says, his fingers digging into my ass; they’re going to leave marks. “I could stay here for the rest of my life. Deep inside you.”
I grind against his cock, needing him to move. It’s too much right now. I feel stripped raw, vulnerable as he stares into my eyes. The love and devotion he has on his face is almost enough to make me come undone. “Please, Dante, I need you to move.” I’m not above begging. Not with him. He’s my husband, the other half of my soul.
He slowly withdraws his cock from me, just leaving the tip inside me before he slams back into me. My back pushes against the wall and I cry out at the movement. He does it again, the slowness of the movements are killing me, I need more. We’ve never done it like this before. Even though we’re in the shower and he’s pinned me against the wall, this isn’t fucking, this is making love.
I need more.
“Kenna,” he groans as he slams back inside of me. “Fuck, babe, I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough.”
I’m moaning with each thrust, my pleasure building and it’s not going to take much longer for me to explode. “I’m so close,” I whisper against his ear as I cling onto him.
His thrusts get faster and harder, our grunts and moans are drowned out by the running water. Not that we care, we’re both too lost in our love making to give a damn.
My body shakes as I detonate around his cock. I come so hard, that I scream his name. He continues to thrust into me as my orgasm takes over my body. I tighten my grip around him when I come down from my orgasm. “I love you,” I whisper and lean my head against his shoulder.
That’s all it takes for him to fall over the edge, his hands tighten on my hips and he thrusts into me hard, his body shaking as he fills me with his cum.
“It’s never like that with anyone, Kenna,” he tells me as he sets me on my feet. “You are far beyond any other woman. You match me in every single way.”
I feel giddy like I’m some sort of school girl. But I smile at him and give him a soft kiss, letting him know just how much his words mean to me.
He returns my smile and turns me around so that I’ve got my back to him, shocking me when he reaches for my shampoo. I stay still and let him wash my hair, it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, and the most personal. Not only does he wash my hair, he washes my entire body. I have never felt as loved as I do right now.
Once he’s finished, I escape the shower not saying anything; my throat is clogged and I’m on the verge of tears. I reach for my towel and wrap it around my body.
“Babe?” he questions as he shuts the shower off.
“Yeah?” My voice hoarse. I keep my head down, not looking in the mirror ahead of me as I don’t want to see his face, to see the confusion and hurt in his eyes.
Within seconds he’s standing in front of me, he puts his finger under my chin. I don’t look up, I can’t. He’s too close. He adds pressure and lifts my face, and my eyes meet his. “Babe, what’s going on?”
I shrug, “I’ve never had anyone do anything so sweet for me. I’ve known you for a few weeks Dante and you’ve already shown me more love than I’ve ever experienced.”
His face darkens but he quickly masks it. “Well, babe, you’d better get used to it. You’re the only person who gets this side of me,” he growls as he lowers his mouth down onto mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and he takes my breath away. It’s quick but still amazing. “Your family are assholes, they’ve treated you like shit for years and it stops now.”
I smile at him. He’s my protector, my perfect, amazing man. “God, I love you,” I tell him and his face transforms with a wide smile.