The taste of her still lingered on his tongue- sweet, musky, intoxicating. Nicklaus watched Rosa’s chest rise and fall in uneven gasps, her skin flushed from the orgasm he’d forced from her, her wrists still bound above her head by his belt.
Her thighs trembled, slick with her own arousal, the scent of her thick in the air. He should’ve been focused on the mission, on the clean efficiency of a kill, but instead, his c**k ached against his slacks, his mind fogged with something far more dangerous than lust.
Tenderness.
The word slithered through him like a blade, unwelcome and sharp. His fingers twitched where they rested against her hip, her skin still warm from his mouth.
He’d meant to break her, to bend her to his will until she was nothing but a trembling, obedient mess beneath him.
