Kissing the Killer: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Barone Crime Family) by B. B. Hamel Page B

pain. “You got me,” he said.
    “Oh great. I have a complete stranger who kills people for a living.”
    “Better than the alternative.”
    “Which is what?”
    “Being dead, probably.”
    I laughed and stood up. “Maybe.” I went over to the freezer and opened it. I began to pile ice into the towel. “How’d you end up as a killer anyway? They take auditions, read your resume?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “So how then?”
    He looked away as I sat back down and pressed the ice against his bruised body.
    “The Barone family took me in when I was young and had nothing else. They taught me things, how to shoot and how to get away with it, how to stalk my prey, that sort of thing. Turned out I was good at it.”
    “They just stuck a gun in your hand then?”
    “More or less. There’s a man named Gian, a boss in the family. Back then he was just running a local crew. He took me in and trained me, and he brought me up through the ranks as he climbed.”
    “So you had a patron in violence.”
    “Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Something like that.”
    “Here. Hold this,” I said, taking his hand and pressing it against the towel.
    I felt something rush through me as he looked at me, his eyes intense and hungry. His hand pressed against mine sent chills down my spine as I imagined what this killer, this man, could do with those hands. I realized that I was dripping wet.
    “Have you thought about my offer?” he asked softly, his voice deep and smooth.
    “What offer?”
    “To make you feel good,” he said. Lightning struck my body. “I can make that body bend over, your skin on fire with pleasure.”
    “I haven’t thought about it at all,” I lied.
    He smirked at me. “I doubt that. You’ve been thinking about what my thick cock would feel like between your legs. You want to slide that wet cunt down my length and shiver as I fuck you deep and rough.”
    “You’re in no condition to be doing any of that,” I said, standing quickly and pulling my hand away.
    “I think you’d be surprised by what I’m capable of,” he said.
    I walked away from him, grabbing another towel. I began to fill it with ice again.
    “I think your ribs are broken,” I said.
    “They’re not.”
    “How do you know?”
    “I’ve had broken ribs before. This isn’t that bad.”
    I sighed and handed him the other ice towel. “Okay then. You’re the expert on getting your ass kicked, I guess.”
    “That I am.”
    He took the ice and pressed it against the other bruise.
    “Look at you,” he said. “You’re practically dripping where you stand. Did I excite you so much that you need to run away?”
    “I’m not running away,” I said.
    “Sure you are. You can’t handle how badly you want me to suck that pussy until you can’t stand.”
    “I’d rather you not bleed all over me.”
    “All I hear are excuses, but no denial. We both know what you want. I can see it in your eyes.”
    “Good night, Brooks,” I said, turning away.
    “Night then, Emma. Sweet dreams. Go touch that little pussy of yours and think about me.”
    I flipped him off and then went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
    I took a deep breath, trying to get myself together. What the hell was wrong with me? Brooks was a killer and a kidnapper. But he’d also saved my life, and he made me feel something I’d never experienced before. Chills ran down my spine, and my body reacted to his every word. It was like I had no control over myself when that man started talking dirty to me.
    I undressed and got into bed and couldn’t help but do exactly what he’d told me to do. I slipped my hands down my panties and closed my eyes tight as I began to touch myself, thinking about Brooks.
    I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him, despite hating that I needed him. I hated that another man was protecting me, owning me. I wanted to get away, but I also wanted him to take me.
    I wanted him to press me back up against the door, kiss my neck and lips, his