When A Criminal Fucks Good 3.

Thalia's POV.

Rocco's eyes widened, but not from surprise.

From amusement.

He rose up slowly from the chair, his lips curling into the most evil smirk I’d ever seen.

He lifted both hands in the air, “I surrender.”

My heart skipped a beat. Why wasn't he scared?

Why should I even bother? The plan was to kill him and go on with my life.

I curled my fingers around the trigger, “Head or chest? Pick your best spot.”

Instead of doing that, he moved closer. Every step echoing through the room like a deadly warning.

Emotions bubbled in my throat, my insides knotting painfully from seeing him approach me instead of backing off.

“That was not a very smart way to act around your target, you know.” he said, his tone dropping low.

For a second, my brain went blank. He knew I was sent to kill him, and he still fucked me? Why did he let things escalate? Was there a tiny chance that he felt attracted?

While I was busy processing those thoughts, I noticed he was about to close the distance between us.

Without thinking, I pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew out of my gun, brushing past him by a saving inch. The sound of glass shattering tore through the room, the deafening sound of the gunshot still reverberating through my ears.

His face went white with rage, his hands now dropping into fists.

He stepped back.

And I stepped forward, propping my free hand on my hip.

“That was a warning. One more step and I'll blow your head off,” I threatened.

His frown got replaced with a grin, making me wonder what the hell was funny about my statement.

He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling thick smoke as he stared at me. The room felt small under his gaze, he looked at me like I was a snack rather than a threat.

I should have pulled the trigger now. I should have ended whatever this was. But I found myself hesitating.

Curiosity tugged at my mind, making me wait for his next words. As much as I hated to admit, I was waiting for him to say something that would prevent me from killing him.

This was bad.

Thalia Rox never waited for excuses. She never waited to hear the target's side of the story. Yet here I was, waiting to hear Rocco's side. At this moment, regret seeped through my veins, making me wish I didn't get intimate with him.

I knew what was at stake, yet I lost control.

I shouldn't–

“This request may be the strangest you've ever heard from someone who has minutes to live. But can we have sex one more time?” Rocco's question snapped me out of my thoughts.

The gun in my hand now felt heavy, my clit shamelessly throbbing to the idea. I hated how much I wanted him inside me again. But I couldn't afford mistakes.

Tonight was my only chance.

If I didn't return to Don Niko with Rocco's head, he'd take mine in replacement.

‘Don’t fall for this Thalia. You can have sex with as many men as you want. Focus on the mission,’ my inner voice encouraged me.

But where would I find a man who was both dominating and sweet? Where would I find a man who knew how to pull explosive orgasms through my core? Where would I find a guy who could turn me on with his voice alone?

“We could have a really good time instead of this, you know I fuck good. Don Niko is using you. If the police find out about my death, you'd be the one in jail, not him.” Rocco pointed out, rightly so.

But I was the last lady who fell for manipulation.

I inhaled deeply, renewing my courage, “I'd rather die than betray Don.”

He shook his head immediately, “this isn't about betrayal. This is about your needs. You know what you want Thalia. Come get it.”

Those words stirred my mind into thoughts. Since he was going to die by my hands, why not get one last orgasm from him? After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me.

And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor.

“Make this quick.”

Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate.

Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased pressure, rubbing my clit vigorously.

He kept that up, making me feel just how much this was wrong. Then he pushed three fingers into my cunt, thrusting long enough for my juice to grease his fingers. Soft moans escaped my lips as my legs lost strength.

I wrapped my hand around his shoulders, my breath fanning over his face. A part of me wanted to stop this, wanted to focus on what I'd come here for. But the other part was too needy for me to think straight.

“Look at you, all wet for me. Your tight little cunt is so hungry for me,” he grunted, pushing his fingers fast and hard.

Yes, I hated that he could get to me this way. I hate that my body couldn't get over his touch. But I also didn't want him to stop finger-fucking me.

“Faster,” I demanded, widening my hips to give his fingers more depth.

He obeyed my commands, moving a hand from my waist to my neck. The pressure on my neck wasn't enough to kill, but was enough to make me gasp for air. The harder he pushed his fingers inside me, the stronger his grip became.

At one point, I couldn't breathe at all. I could feel the pressure spreading all through my face.

My search for air disrupted my focus from Rocco's fingers. I tried to speak but my air pipe was completely blocked. My heart started racing, my body now trembling.

I tapped his arm repeatedly, until he lifted his gaze to me. His eyes were dark, and filled with an emotion I couldn't name. That sent shivers down my spine.

“You–you–my neck!” I choked the words out, dragging a little air from my mouth.

His expression remained icy, even as he finger–fucked me.

“Well, since you're such a big fan of sex, wouldn't it make more sense that you die while doing it?” He asked so casually, like he didn't just talk about taking my life.