Immediately, she ripped it up and over her head. Her full tits jiggled as the hem caught on the tips of her nipples and quickly popped free.
She was stunning.
The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
And she was mine.
As I thrust up deep inside her, I wrapped my hand around the front of her throat. “You. Are. Mine.” I punctuated each word with a savage stroke, reveling in how her breasts swayed with each movement. “Understand?”
“Yes,” she replied in a whisper.
My fingers tightened. “I can’t hear you.”
Her eyes darted to the door.
“I don’t give a fuck if he hears us. Hell, I’d let him watch if it wasn’t for the fact that no one sees this body but me. Now, tell me… do you understand?”
As she replied, I gripped her hip with my free hand and jerked her down, just as I shoved my cock into her tight pussy, causing her to scream, “Yessss!”
A wicked grin lifted the corners of my lips. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Now ride my cock like the good girl I know you are.”
Her fingernails dug into my chest, and I relished the burn because at that point, she started to grind. The entire time, our eyes held—hers slightly glazed and mine focused and watchful. I heard the way her breathing went ragged and uneven—could feel it against the palm of my hand. I felt the way her sheath squeezed tighter. I noticed the way her nipples puckered.
When she screamed my name and her tight cunt pulsed around my shaft, I held her tight, helping her draw out her orgasm. Only after she had collapsed on my chest did I flip us over. Rolling her face down, I lifted her ass into the air as I pressed on her back to keep her chest on the bed.
With her soft brown curls fisted in my hand, I drove into her hot, wet core over and over. I didn’t stop until she cried out in ecstasy into the pillow, her pussy contracting so hard I couldn’t hold back.
“Jesus, baby, I’m going to come. Fuck, yes. I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with my cum,” I ground out before I exploded inside her.
Both of us slick with sweat, we collapsed onto the damp sheets. Our ragged breaths filled the room.
“God, I missed you,” she whispered in the dark as if I needed reminding.
I tucked her head into my shoulder and kissed the crown of her soft hair. “I missed you too, kitten.”
Like her namesake, she cuddled into my side and purred. I held her until she fell asleep again. For a few moments, I luxuriated in the feel of her soft skin against mine. Then I carefully and reluctantly extricated myself from her arms. My gaze fell on her small form as I dressed. A smile lifted the corners of my mouth as I wondered if we would have a boy or a girl and if they would have her beautiful eyes.
Unable to stop myself, I leaned over and kissed her again.
With a heavy sigh, I walked out of the room.
Chapter 5
The Watcher
Brooklyn — In the dark of the night…
They blamed the Armenians.
Of course they did.
It was easy. Old blood. Older grudges. A rivalry that never slept, only waited. The Bratva thought their enemies were obvious—men with accents thicker than a bowl of day-old oatmeal and tempers that matched their reputations.
But this wasn’t Armenian work.
Not really.
Arman leaned against the rusted railing of the warehouse roof and watched the snow fall into the streetlight below. He flicked ash from his cigarette and exhaled slowly.
