Protected by Shadows

Copyright © Aliyah Burke 2013. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. Somewhere deep in the Alps Valentino Cassano downshifted and allowed the car, a smoky black Ferrari, to drift around the tight corner before shifting again. The beautiful scenery whizzing by meant nothing to him. He focused on the same thing he always focused on when not working. Hell, even times when he did work. Lexy. Alexsa Camden. She had taken front and centre stage in his thoughts ever since the first day he'd met her. A spitfire. A Southern spitfire. Nothing mattered. Not the fact he had killed a man less than ten minutes ago. Nor that men would most likely be trying to find him to make him pay. He could care less. Came with the job. Ahead, a few cyclists had him easing off the accelerator. They dropped back and made it easier to pass. He waited until they manoeuvred the next corner before gunning it and flying around the small group. Valentino slowed down and followed the speed limit as police cars approached in the other lane. They raced up the road, lights flashing and sirens wailing. He surreptitiously checked his rear view as he trailed behind an old split-rail truck hauling livestock. Chicken feathers blew by like falling snow. Unfortunately, the smell wasn't equivalent. Whipping around the truck, he continued on his way to the quaint village nestled in the Swiss Alps. While not as busy in the summer as it was come winter, there was still hustle and bustle...enough for a tourist to just be another tourist and not stand out. Parked at his hotel, he unfolded his body from behind the wheel, tugged on his suit jacket and headed in after closing the door. He gave a sharp nod to the female concierge as he strode through the tiled lobby. A blush skated up her cheeks, yet he never slowed. She held no interest for him, despite her numerous and blatant advances during the course of his stay. Today he was checking out and heading to Eiger. He'd always wanted to see the north face in person. Now seemed the opportune time. Pushing into his room, he briefly paused and took a habitual cursory glance about. Nothing appeared out of place, but some practices had become ingrained over the years. At the closet, he withdrew his suitcase and began packing. As he closed the lid, his thoughts returned to Lexy. The steam rolled around them as the hot water cascaded down from multiple showerheads. Her back to the tiled wall while he thrust in and out of her slick pussy. Hard. Fast. Deep. She had her legs wrapped tightly about his hips and she undulated against him, taking his cock in deeper. Her fingers tangled in his hair and he buried his face along the graceful curve of her neck. He kept one hand splayed on the wall and one gripping her ass. Her moans were throaty and each one made him harder. He couldn't get enough. Therein lay the problem, it would never be enough. Her hair was plastered to her head and her skin was flushed from the combination of heat and passion. "Oh, God," she groaned, flexing her internal muscles around his cock. His reply was just as guttural—it flowed up from deep in his chest, as he continued to drive into her. She pulled his hair, raking her nails along his skin causing stings of pain. It urged him on. Harder. Faster. Deeper. His release barrelled down upon him. "More!" she cried, her back bowing. He tried to hold off a little longer. It wasn't going to work. Fire flowed through him, edging along his need to conquer and possess this woman. Her vaginal walls flexed again and his roar raced free to mix with her cry of pleasure as they crested together. The phone rang, shattering his memory like a bullet to glass. Wiping his face with one hand,...