Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

Butcher

R elief was sweet and sudden when I saw the knife she was holding. Now I knew exactly why seeing her had been nagging me all damn day. Because my subconscious was trying to tell me I'd seen her before. How had I fucking missed a woman as gorgeous as her so many times?

Now that I knew exactly who she was, well, rather what she was, I could relax and enjoy this. Her being one of the assassins out to kill me wasn't going to stop me. Not when my dick was rock hard and throbbing. Not when her smile and sexy voice had me so fucking riled up, I'd end up with blue balls if she walked away right now. In fact, the prospect of her trying to kill me only made her hotter. I'd never been so turned on in my life.

Her pretty gray eyes widened as she stared up at me. I'd knocked the breath out of her when I slammed her into the wall, and my grip on her wrist was tightening. I enjoyed a little crazy foreplay as much as the next man, but no way was I going to actually let her kill me. That would end the fun too damn soon. Metal hitting wood made me grin. Now my little assassin had no weapons to use on me. I was eager to see what her next move would be.

I wasn't going to bother letting her know I was onto her games just yet. Unless she told me no, and ran out of here screaming, I still planned to have my fun with her. My eyes narrowed before I used my free hand to fist her hair. Our lips crashed together and it was a battle. She only hesitated a beat before she started kissing me back just as aggressively. My teeth cut into her bottom lip and blood flowed into our mouths as our tongues tangled, but that didn't slow me down. If anything, it spurred me on.

Her hand landed on mine, the one buried in her silky hair, and I grunted in pain when she used her thumb and forefinger to trap my thumb from knuckle to tip and squeezed. The pain forced me to release her hair and before I could regain control, she jerked her wrist from my hold as well.

She broke off the kiss, smiled up at me, then grabbed my right arm by the wrist and just below my elbow.

Shit.

She twisted, keeping my arm straight and put me into a smooth straight arm bar until she took me down to the floor. She had my shoulder wrenched back so far, I was surprised it didn't pop or tear, and her knee was planted in the middle of my back. A grin flashed over my face. She was fucking feisty.

"I love when a woman knows what she wants," I grunted out through the pain.

She didn't say anything for a second, but when she spoke, I could hear the laughter in her voice. "You're crazy."

She had no idea. The further she shoved my arm back, the more there was pain, and the harder my dick got. I shifted the slightest bit, ignoring the protests of my shoulder and swung my leg up at the knee, nailing her in the ass with my boot.

Thankfully, she let go of my arm as she fell forward or I would have ended up having a bad day. I had a feeling all the alcohol she drank was affecting her and making this an easier fight for me than it would normally be. Not that I couldn't overpower her. I had at least fifty pounds on her. She was tall for a woman, probably five-eleven, but I still had a few inches on her.

I couldn't waste time with her, she was proving to be sneaky enough to be good at her job, so I rolled and caught her around the waist. I dragged her under my body and used my knees to pin her legs together and one of my hands around her wrists to secure them above her head. I gave her a predatory smile as my gaze raked down her body then landed on her eyes again. "Was that you saying no, Isla?"

"What?" she asked, perplexed.

"That little arm bar?" I prompted. "Was that your way of saying you want to leave?"

"You'd let me leave?" She narrowed her eyes. She was trying to figure out if I knew what she was.

"Yeah."

She blinked, clearly thrown off. Our bodies were pressed together, I knew she could feel my dick digging into her stomach. But I would let her go if she wanted me to. I could read the conflict in her eyes.

"How long has it been?"

She arched a brow in question. "Since I've had sex? Little personal isn't it?"

I chuckled. "I'm about to fuck you until you scream. Nothing's too personal. But I was asking how long it's been since a real man has touched you." I grinned when she rolled her eyes.

"Charming words won't work on me, Butcher. Stick with the caveman routine. It suits you more."

"Who said anything about being charming?" I asked, cocking my head as I stared down at her. She was confused. Her pupils were blown wide and she was breathing heavily beneath me. She was turned on. But she was also trying to kill me. She couldn't kill and fuck me, so she was trying to figure out what to do. I'd help her make the right decision. "I just have this feeling you haven't been touched in the right way for a while." Lifting my hand, I cupped her breast over her tank top and watched the confusion deepen.

"I... "

"Shh," I whispered, cutting her off. "Just feel." I lifted the hem of her shirt and watched as her mouth dropped open when I jerked the cup of her bra down and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

"Fuck," she muttered, closing her eyes.

I grinned and scraped my teeth over the taut bud. She arched beneath me when I sucked hard to soothe the sting. Her cry was like music in the quiet room. When her hands went to my head and held me close, versus shoving me away, I knew I won.

I didn't waste any time. I ripped her jeans open, jerking them and her panties down her legs and flinging them and her shoes across the room. Shoving her shirt and bra upward until they bunched up around her shoulders, I palmed both her tits, enjoying the weight of them in my hands before I moved lower.

My tongue dragged down her sternum, between her breasts, stopping to dip into her bellybutton. She had a gorgeous body, and I was going to taste every inch of it. She was laying beneath me, trembling, lost and aroused and fuck if that wasn't exactly what I wanted. I liked that she couldn't control herself because it wasn't like I could stop myself at this point. From the moment I noticed her earlier today, she intrigued me.

I slid down her body and grabbed her legs, dropping them over my back to make room between them for my wide shoulders. She seemed to have given in to the idea that this was happening and wasn't fighting me anymore. The job had taken a backseat to pleasure, and thank fuck for that. The key was not to stop. If I didn't keep her constantly revved, she might remember why she was here.

Dropping my head, I licked up the length of her pussy, tasting her arousal. Fuck, she was sweet. The startled noise she made ended in a groan. It had me grinding my hips into the floor, desperate to fuck her.

Soon.

I didn't have any patience, not with a pussy this delicious under my tongue. She hadn't answered my question about the last time a real man had gotten his hands on her. That in and of itself was answer enough for me. The last thing I was thinking about was taking it slow so she could adjust to what I was doing to her. She could just fucking hold on for the ride. I sucked and licked, driving her crazy as I ate her out, making her moan and writhe.

"You're gonna come on my tongue," I growled before sliding my tongue inside of her and flicking it fast and hard against the front wall of her pussy.

Her hands slid down my head to my neck. The little witch was trying to sneak a move to choke me. Well, there was only one answer to that. I picked up the pace with my tongue. She bucked, her hands fisting, forgetting all about her move, as I pushed her toward her limit. She was panting, her tits heaving, as I tortured her. The orgasm slammed into her, tearing a choked cry from her lips.

I didn't stop. No, instead, I sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Oh god," she gasped, her entire body bowing off the floor.

"You can call me Butcher."

Thrusting two of my fingers into her pussy, I filled her while I flicked her clit with my tongue. When she tried to clamp her thighs closed on my head, I grinned and used one hand to shove down on her leg, forcing her open. If I only got one night to make an impression, I wanted her to remember me. I was going to make her come so many times she'd think she was dying.

"Butcher," she gasped, her voice raspy.

I didn't know if it was a plea for more, or for me to stop. If she wanted this to end, it was too bad for her. It wasn't going to be over until I decided it was. She'd given her consent. Told me she wanted this. I'd given her a chance to leave. Now she was mine.

I curled my fingers, making her scream as her next orgasm slammed into her. This time I eased off, slowly working her down and back to the point of calm and collected she'd been when I first laid eyes on her. I liked that about her. I also liked that she hadn't been tripping all over herself trying to fuck me. Instead, she'd held onto her confidence and hadn't even batted an eye at me.

She was still catching her breath, but I was ready to move forward. Without a word of warning, I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her belly. She grunted as she hit the hardwood floor and glared at me over her shoulder.

I gave her a toothy grin as I gripped her hips and pulled her ass up into the air. Jesus. Her pussy was sloppy wet and I was tempted to bury my face there again. She was too tempting to resist. "You taste so fucking good," I growled as I leaned down and licked from her clit up the length of her pussy, and then across her ass. I bit down hard enough on her ass cheek to hurt.

Her eyes widened and she sucked in a shocked breath. She tried to scramble forward, but I was anticipating that. I grabbed her by the hip again with one hand, while the other went to my belt. She looked over her shoulder again when she heard the jingling, but she didn't tell me to let her go. She seemed to have lost her voice. Though not her confidence. I could see the sultry heat there in her eyes. This was probably the only way she was able to give herself permission to do this. If she spoke, she'd put an end to it.

I dropped my pants and gripped my cock, stroking it as I stared down at her. "You ready to get fucked, Isla?"

She groaned and dropped her head down, pillowing it on her arms. She was face down, ass up, and I knew I was going to remember her like this for the rest of my life. I grinned because she thought she'd be ending that life early, but I wasn't about to allow that. Not even for her.

Smoothing my free hand over her ass, I notched myself at her core. Her entire body was shaking. Probably because she was already close to another orgasm. I rubbed the tip of my dick through her folds and across her clit. I loved the way she trembled, as though her body wasn't her own and she couldn't control it.

"Fuck me," she hissed, getting sick of my teasing.

"Not yet," I growled, pulling my cock away.

I was going to enjoy drawing this out. Making it last. Because even though I wasn't planning on killing her, she was going to be a once in a lifetime. I needed to make the most of it.

"Please," she begged, pushing back, her body trying to find mine.

I slapped her ass, making her cry out. "Be patient," I snapped .

"Fuck you," she spat.

"You're welcome to try again later," I chuckled, reaching out and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. "But for now, you're going to stay where I put you."

She muttered something under her breath, and wiggled her hips as though she was going to go somewhere.

I slapped her ass again and she shot me a baleful look over her shoulder but settled down. As soon as she stilled, I slid into her wet pussy. I gave it to her all in one long stroke and she gasped, burying her head in her arms. Her body shook, then clamped down on me like a vice as she let out a long cry.

Fuck.

She was still coming when I pulled out and slid back in, picking up speed. I hadn't bothered with a condom. That was going to have to be a problem for another time. I didn't want a barrier between us. I needed to feel her body, all of it. Gritting my teeth against the wash of pleasure, I thrust in and out, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving bruises. She was going to be marked from head to toe by the time I was done with her tonight.

Her nails dug into the wood and her cries filled the air. When I reached down and cupped her breast, she huffed out a breath because I'd blanketed her back with my body and laid a good portion of my weight on her. She'd already come multiple times, something that made me want to push even harder, see how far she could go.

I leaned over a little further so I could see her face. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her mouth was hanging open as she panted, and blissful agony covered her features.

"Look at me," I ordered.

She cracked her lids and those gorgeous gray eyes met mine. My fingers squeezed her nipple, drawing a cry from her. Then she came again, her entire body tensing up. She clamped down around my cock so hard it was difficult to keep thrusting into her, but I was never one to back down from a challenge.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to come again," I told her with a low chuckle, "but it seems like you helped yourself. "

"Enough," she gasped, her eyes begging me.

Tilting my head, I studied her as I slowly plunged in and out of her tight cunt. She was so wet the sounds echoing through the room as I glided in and out were obscene. "You sure?"

"Butcher," she growled. She was back to being the same woman I'd met in the bar. Demanding. "It's too much."

"Pretty sure you can't die from orgasms," I replied. I straightened back up, grabbed her hips and snapped mine forward.

The string of curses she hurled at me only made me laugh. I wasn't a small man, and I was so fucking deep inside her I could feel the tip of my cock hitting her cervix with every thrust.

"That hurts, you asshole," she snarled at me. She tried to jerk out of my hold, but she had no hope of winning against my strength. She just gave herself another set of bruises shaped like my hands as I clamped down on her and held her still. But I did ease back a little. I didn't want her to finish remembering the pain.

"Come for me again."

"I can't," she huffed.

I chuckled. "Bet you can."

"Fuck you and your bets."

I didn't say anything to that. I simply reached down, found her clit with my thumb, and began working the swollen nub. I glided in and out of her, enjoying the way her pussy clenched around me. This was going to be the last time for her, just like I promised, because I was reaching the end of my control.

When she finally went over the edge I groaned at the sensation of her coming. Her walls bearing down around me, pulsing as the pleasure swept through her. I gritted my teeth, willing myself to hold out for a few seconds more. It wasn't going to happen. Driving as hard into her as I could, I came, groaning as I did.

I held there, breathing hard, letting my orgasm pound through me. She was still recovering, too. But after a few minutes her head snapped up.

"Did you wear a condom?" she asked. She turned her head and her eyes were narrowed. "That better not be your cum dripping down my thighs."

I grinned at her. "No condom."

"You...fucking..." she was so mad she couldn't seem to come up with a name for me.

While she searched for a word, I pulled out of her, ignoring the cum she pointed out and lifted her into my arms. She could call me an asshole as easily from the bed as she could from the floor.