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“You didn’t tell me you were the head of the Russian mafia.”
“I’m not the head.” He pauses. “He’s in prison. I’m second-in-command.”
“Jesus!”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
My laugh is caustic. “Seriously? That’s your argument for why I should keep seeing you?”
His eyes flare. There’s something dangerous in his gaze. Something animal.
I’ve never seen him look more handsome.
He growls, “No. This is my argument for why you should keep seeing me.”
He kisses me again, so ravenously, I’m bent back at the waist.
Part of me wants to break away. Wants to bite his tongue and tell him to go back to whatever hellhole he came from and leave me alone forever.
The bigger part of me—the stupider part, apparently—wants everything he’s got to give me and doesn’t give two flying f***s about anything else.
It’s really too bad I haven’t had s*x for so long. I think my sad and lonely v****a has now hijacked my entire body.
He pushes me against the wall. His mouth is hot and demanding. His big hands rove all over me, squeezing and fondling, staking a claim.
My arms find their way around his broad shoulders. I kiss him back, just as hungrily as he’s kissing me, my ambivalence pushed aside for the moment. The sheer pleasure of tasting him and feeling him against me suddenly takes priority over everything else.
I can hate him later. Right now, I’m out of my head.
This—this is why people make bad decisions in love.
This feeling of euphoria. This pulse-pounding, skin-burning, soul-baring feeling of being so completely alive. This pleasure that starts as an ache and explodes into fireworks with something as simple as a touch.
This raw, bone-deep sense that no matter how wrong it is, it’s still overwhelmingly right.
Kage thrusts his hand underneath my dress and between my legs.
Into my ear, he says gruffly, “Go ahead. Tell me you don’t want me. Say you don’t want to see me again. Tell me any lie you want, but this sweet p***y will tell me the truth. You’re soaked right through your f*****g panties.”
I want to scream in frustration.
But only because he’s right.
When he takes my lips again, I moan into his mouth. It makes him growl. He kisses me deeply, rubbing his hand against my panties, until my body takes over and my hips start to move.
Cheeks burning, body shaking, I part my thighs and rock against his hand.
He says hotly into my ear, “You want my mouth, don’t you, beautiful girl? You want me to eat this wet little p***y until you come on my face.”
I mumble a denial. It only makes him laugh.
“Yes, you do.” When he pinches my swollen c**t through the cotton of my panties, I jerk, moaning. It makes him even hotter.
He whispers, “Yes, you f*****g do. You want my tongue and my fingers and my c**k all at the same time. You want me exactly as much as I want you. You want to give me all of you, and that makes me f*****g crazy because I know you don’t give that to anyone else.”
He slides his fingers under my panties, stroking my wet folds, teasing the bud of my c**t with his thumb.
“Say the word and I’ll get on my knees and make you come. I’ll make you come with my mouth, then I’ll f**k you up against this wall and make you come on my c**k while I suck on those perfect t**s of yours.”
I’m panting. Delirious. “Someone will see us. Someone will walk in—”
“I locked the door.”
He slides his finger deep inside me.
I arch my back, gasping and clutching his shoulders. “Kage—”
“Yes, baby. Say my name when I make you come.”
His voice is a husky rumble at my ear. His scent is in my nose. He’s big and hot and all around me, overpowering me, making my vision blur and my blood turn to fire.
When he kisses me again, I give in.
With a little moan, I bend my knee and slide my leg up to his hip. It opens me wider. He responds with a grunt of approval from deep inside his chest and kisses me so hard I grow dizzy.
Then he starts to work his big finger in and out while rubbing small circles over my c**t with the rough pad of his thumb.
It doesn’t take long. I’m too hungry. Too needy. Too desperate for him.
When my o****m hits, I lose myself.
My head falls back. I cry out. I convulse against him, my shoulders pressed against the wall and my pelvis jerking against his hand. Hard, rhythmic contractions in my core rock me over and over.
Kage whispers roughly, “f**k, yes, baby. I can feel that. You’re coming so f*****g hard. Next, you’re gonna let me feel that all over my cock.”
A sob escapes my throat. Long and rock-hard, his erection digs into my thigh. I might be losing my mind from pleasure.
Then a gunshot rings out, ruining the mood altogether.
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hen the second shot comes, Natalie’s eyes fly open. Warm and pliant in my arms only seconds before, she freezes and stares at me in horror.
“What was that?”
“Gunfire.”
“What? Oh god—Sloane!”
I slide my hand out of her panties and resist the urge to suck on my fingers. Plenty of time for that later. “Stay here until I come back. Don’t leave this room. Understood?”
“But—”
“Understood?”
She moistens her lips, nodding, looking beautiful and flushed. Her eyes are still hazy from her o****m.
Jesus, f**k, my d**k aches. Feeling her come for me drained every drop of blood from my head.
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