Maid for the Hitman: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance Flora Ferrari (summer beach reads TXT) 📖

“You’re joking,” I snap. “You can’t really be so naïve. Have you ever looked in a mirror, Rosie? You’re irresistible.”

“But—”

“Enough,” I snap. “Grind. Come. Do what you’re fucking told. Now.”

She whimpers and begins to shift against me, moving her hips against my hand.

Her hands shake and move, but then she lets them drop to her sides.

“What was that?” I growl.

“I wanted to grab your hand,” she whispers, still in that disbelieving voice.

“Then do it,” I smirk. “Whatever will make you come faster, you horny fucking thing.”

“Okay,” she moans, grabbing my hand with both of hers, reminding me of how small she really is—or how big I really am.

She shifts her hips and moans louder as if there’s a budding confidence in her waiting to be released. I drive my hips forward, pushing my manhood against her ass cheeks, grinding as I move my hand up and down in time with the motion of her body.

“Oh,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck—I’m…”

She melts for me, the eager vixen.

Her whole body trembles and she collapses against me, as though her legs can’t take the force of the pleasure moving through her.

I growl and rub her harder, feeling the tempting wetness seep through her panties and her pajama bottoms, soaking my fingertips through the material.

She reaches up as I lean down, grabbing my face, clawing her fingernails down my cheek.

Her moans are a battle of shyness and confidence, shimmering in the air as though she thinks she can’t cry out too loudly.

I apply even more pressure to her center as she sings out with lust and need.

“I own you,” I growl in her ear. “I own this orgasm. I own your sweet wet hole. I own your ass and I own your fucking womb. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,” she cries, still caught in the quivering captivation of her release.

“Say it,” I growl.

“You own me,” she moans. “Oh, God. You own me. I’m yours. I’m, ah… ah.”

“Again?” I growl, pumping my hand and my hips at the same time.

The sensation of her ass rubbing against my cock has my shaft set alight, blazing from my base right to the tip. If I was a weaker man, I’d explode with this feeling alone.

Her ass cheeks are heaven made flesh.

The second orgasm thunders through her at a frantic pace, turning her moans hollow and strangled as she pumps against me.

Finally, she falls back, panting, struggling to catch her breath.

I wrap my arms around her and cradle her close, letting my lips come to rest against her sweaty cheek.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she moans.

I grab her shoulders and turn her around, staring down into her unsure eyes.

“Why can’t you believe it?” I demand.

“Because… Well—Jeez, Ryland, isn’t it obvious?”

I chuckle and lean down, bringing my face close to hers.

“Why are you laughing at me?” she whispers.

“I’m not laughing at you, you anxious little minx,” I growl. “I’m laughing because you’re so damn cute I can hardly stand it. Come here.”

I grab her luscious hips and pull her close to me, claiming her lips with mine. She gasps through the kiss, as though shocked, and then her lips part, and our tongues magnetize to each other.

It’s like our bodies have been waiting for hundreds of years to be close to each other, and now they’re not going to waste the opportunity.

I slide my hands around to her ass cheeks, palming them, squeezing them, and feeling the answering shivers move through her body. She pauses in the kiss when I push them together, our tongues touching.

“What is it?” I growl, breaking off the contact with an effort.

Her lips are so hot. They feel so damn good. Her mouth is heaven, made for kissing and smiling and fucking all at the same time.

“I just can’t—”

“Believe it,” I finish for her, shaking my head.

“Look at you, Ryland,” she murmurs. “And look at me. It makes no sense.”

“You’re beautiful. You’re sexy. I really don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“I’m not sexy,” she murmurs.

“Rosie,” I snarl, beast-like. “If I tell you you’re sexy, that means you’re fucking sexy, understood?”

She flinches. “I’ve never been called sexy before,” she says.

I almost blurt it all out right now.

I almost tell her she’s mine, that she belongs to me.

That she’s going to give me a family one day.

But this is all rushing ahead so quickly. I don’t want to spook my horny naïve minx.

“Go and get changed,” I growl. “You’re my maid now, remember? I’ll show you how sexy you are.”

“Are you serious?” she says.

I stroke my hand around her hip, squeezing onto her ass and then tugging her toward me.

I drive my cock against her sex, my rock hard, throbbing cock.

“Does it feel like I’m serious?” I snarl. “Do what you’re told. Now.”

CHAPTER NINE

Rosie

I keep waiting for the punchline as I walk back to the library, dressed in the maid’s uniform Ryland left for me at the bottom of my wardrobe.

When he fell upon me in the library, I was sure there was some sort of twisted joke waiting beneath it all. I’ve never been wanted in that way, and especially not by a man like Ryland.

My lips – my mouth-lips and my other lips – are still tingling from what we did.

My nipples are tender and hard in the maid’s uniform, my breasts feeling weighty without a bra on. Excitement bubbles beneath the surface of this moment, but there’s something else, too, something grotesque and twisted.

This is a trick, the scared high schooler inside of me screams. He’s making fun of you.

I don’t want to believe it.

This is a lot of trouble to go through to make fun of somebody.

And yet the alternative doesn’t make any sense.

He said he found me sexy.

I’ve never been called that before.

I’ve definitely never felt it before.

He’s sitting beneath one of the towering bookshelves when I return, one leg laid across the other. His suit is slightly crumpled from what we did, creases in the stark silver, making him look even more savage and possessive.

He