Authors: Christina Gallo
His Wicked Pleasure
By Christina Gallo
This book is a work of fiction. Any reference to historical events, real people, or real locales are used factiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author‘s imagination, and any resemblance to actual evens or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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[1. Romance 2. Fiction]
Copyright 2015 ©Christina Gallo
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Lieutenant Declan Kavanagh is a powerful Navy Seal and a force to be reckoned with. His commanding presence exudes strength, dominance, and power. The moment he accidently knocks into the beautiful Kristie Rossi and sends her crashing to the ground, he knew he had to have her.
Doing her best to avoid the handsome Lieutenant at every cost, Kristie finds that fate has other plans as she finds herself needing his help more often than not. Will she give in to the promise of forever with the handsome Navy Seal and finally allow his desire for her to be satiated or will she close the door on their passion?
This book is dedicated to all my loyal followers at wattpad. Thank you for believing in me and waiting patiently for my endless edits and rewrites. Bless all your beautiful hearts.
“Seriously sis, why did I shave my legs for this?” asked Kristie while she sat in her overly large office; her legs up on her mahogany desk as her right hand clicked a pen repeatedly.
Instantly, her sister, Lorie, started laughing, “Come on Kristie, you can’t stop shaving your legs because of one idiot, that’s just insane.”
Kristie inhaled deeply as the thought of turning into a tiny gorilla entered her mind. Shaking her head to clear it of her thoughts, she sighed and straightened in her seat, her feet hitting the floor with a thud. Pen in hand, she drew circles on her paperwork. “Right about now, if I ever shave again, it’ll be too soon,” said Kristie as she looked up at her sister and smiled. She tried her best to make the other image go away...and this one wasn’t of a tiny gorilla. “Can you believe I caught Sebastian in the coat closet with some random, scantily clad girl?” Her sister sat there, a look of horror on her face. “In my very own place of business no less! I, seriously, need to bleach my eyes and make that vision go away,” scoffed Kristie as she cringed slightly.
With a brilliant smile, Lorie moved closer to her sister as she tried to contain her laughter. “Oh please,” she giggled, “I can top that one.” Scooting her chair closer to her sister’s desk, Lorie stood up, walked to the office door and poked her head out. She looked both ways before she closed the door to ensure that no one would be able to hear what she was about to tell her sister.
Kristie stood up and moved to the front of her desk, in an effort to get as close to her sister as possible. She didn’t want to miss what she was about to hear, “Go on, you can’t start something like that and expect me to be patient; that’s definitely not one of my strong points.”
“Well,” confessed Lorie as she added some drama to her tone so her tale sounded even more interesting. Leaning closer to her sister, she exhaled as she found her voice, “Remember that good looking guy, Greg, that I dated about two years ago when I was away in college?”
Kristie looked into her sister’s dark blue eyes and nodded “Yes.” The image of a sexy man with shaggy blonde hair and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen came to mind. “Yes, of course I remember him.”
“I always found it slightly odd that he never made a pass at me,” confided Lorie with a deep sigh. “Well, curiosity happened to get the best of me so I devised a plan,” she continued as she looked up at the ceiling, clearly, remembering that day vividly.
Kristie shifted and moved so she was sitting on the edge of her desk. With an impatient grumble, she muttered, “Go on, don’t stop now.” She was hanging on her sister’s every word.
Lorie smiled at her sister’s impatience and continued, “I sent him a text message, telling him that I was home alone and asked him to come over.”
“You didn’t?” asked Kristie with emphasis on the word ‘didn’t’—a look of surprise filled her face as she waited eagerly to hear what happened next.
“Oh I did,” chided Lorie as she crossed her legs and got comfortable on the plush chair she’d taken, “Brace yourself sister dear. What I’m about to tell you is considered confidential. Make sure you bury it in your top secret files,” Lorie added with a smirk.
“Yeah, yeah, no problem. Secret, I get it,” added Kristie in a rushed voice, hanging on the edge of her seat, she waited to hear something that would top her story.
“He came to the house I rented smelling like hot garbage. I mean, I swear that he hadn’t showered in days! Seriously, something wasn’t right and the smell of skunk came to mind. Instantly, I was turned off. The stench emanating off of him was actually making me gag, so much so that I sat up and wrapped my couch blanket around my body and covered my nose as my eyes began to water,” choked Lorie as the smell and vision came back to her. She could feel the tears in her eyes at just the memory. It had been that bad.
“Don’t you dare stop there,” Kristie giggled, as she too crossed her legs and settled back onto her desk.
Lorie’s blue eyes met her sister’s green as she stared into them. “He was just about to remove his shirt when the stench hit me and almost knocked me off my seat— I actually got sick.”
“Wait, what? Sick?” asked Kristie not sure if Lorie got sick, sick or just sick, figuratively speaking sick.
“You heard me, sick,” Lorie gagged to demonstrate what she meant. “It’s like he hadn’t showered for weeks.”
Kristie leaned forward as her body rumbled with laughter. After a few minutes of barely breathing, she managed to look at her sister, “Oh no, what did you do?” she asked between her laughter.
“After my stomach emptied, I managed to look up at him and told him to ‘get out!’ I pointed to the door and screamed, ‘now, and take your stenchiness with you.’ I ran around the house opened up every single window while I sprayed floral air freshener everywhere.”
“I can’t,” laughed Kristie as she fell off the desk and onto the floor, “I really can’t.”
“You can’t?” asked Lorie holding her stomach as she laughed along with her sister, “I can’t and never will again. I’m done with men too.” She pulled Kristie off the floor and leaned her against the desk as a thought popped into her head. “My story trumps yours, which means you owe me lunch. Let’s get out of here and pig out; this definitely calls for something yummy.”
Kristie looked at her desk and stared at the piles of paperwork on it. She wasn’t sure if she had the time but didn’t care. Her work always managed to get done. Shoving the mountain of files off to the side. Blowing her chunky blond bangs away from her eyes, she responded, “Only if you come back and help me with all of this.”
“Deal,” blurted Lorie. She glanced in her compact mirror, chuckling as she fixed her face.
Kristie opened up her closet and looked at herself in the full-length mirror and asked, “How many calories did we just burn from all that laughing?” as she wiped under her eyes. She turned to get her makeup bag from her purse.
Lorie shoved her sister over, “Not nearly enough for what I’m about to snack on.” When she was finished fixing herself, she walked to the door before she turned around and faced Kristie, “I’ll meet you downstairs; hurry up.”
“Okay,” said Kristie. She finished applying her lipstick and then closed the closet. Giving one last glance at her messy desk, she grabbed her purse, walked out of her office, and closed the heavy door behind her.
Silently moving into enemy lines, Lieutenant Kavanagh and his team slid into their position as they waited for their leader’s signal. Turning his head slightly, he looked at each of his men—his unit—and offered up a silent prayer that they would all come home safe and alive. During their long flight to this undisclosed destination, they were given their orders...to rescue the American hostages that were being held at this location. They’d known nothing before landing and even now, they new little else except the location, what group was holding them and what was expected of his unit.
Cloaked in darkness, the stale, sticky air clung to Declan like a second skin. The stench of rotting flesh, both human and animal, mixed with the lingering scent of urine and burnt rubber. The smell assaulted his adenoids, confirming that they were in the correct location. In the distance, Blaze, one of his men, sent him the signal alerting him that everything was ready and in place.
Adrenaline coursed through every fiber of his being and caused all of his senses to come to life. Counting off in his mind, he waited five seconds for the first series of explosions to sound, knowing the enemy would come running out with weapons firing. Giving the signal for his team to move, Declan immediately went into super human mode as he began taking out the enemy like the skilled warrior he was trained to be.
Another loud blast filled the air as more rockets exploded in subsequence followed by the chatter of the semi-automatic weapons carried by the team. A massive cloud of smoke filled the air and made the scene difficult to see to the untrained eye. Moving in rapidly, flanked by his two best men, Declan annihilated the enemies guarding the hostages. Before they could be rushed, Declan had the hostages moving in the middle of his unit as they made their way back to their pickup destination.
Signaling for everyone to get down, a huge flash of light blanketed their surroundings followed by a series of loud booms instantly flattening the buildings around them. In the distance, the steady engines of their ‘copter could be heard and an ETA crackled in his earpiece. Declan signaled to his team and they headed toward the EVAC site.
The sound of chaos erupted behind them and Declan ordered for his team to keep the hostages safe as reinforcements arrived for the hostage takers. Bullets flew past and Declan swung his rifle back as he squeezed the trigger. Muzzle flashes signaled the bullets leaving the chamber and loud screams signaled that some, if not all, of his bullets had struck their target.
They retreated like that—hostages in the middle of his team as they returned fire with the enemy around them. As the helicopters neared, rapid fire ensued, and Declan provided cover fire as his team loaded the hostages into the waiting ‘copters. When everyone was in, he ran from his spot and jumped aboard the last helicopter moments before it lifted off. Even as the helicopters gained altitude, Declan returned fire with the men on the ground.
The long flight home was made in silence—each man lost in his own thoughts as the adrenal rush drained from their bodies. Declan sat on the one bench, his legs stretched out in front of him and his head resting against the wall of the helicopter. He listed to the thrum of the blades and felt them vibrating through the walls and his body. He closed his eyes and his mind began to wander...driving him through the jungles of his memory and to places he didn’t want to revisit.