And her pussy sucked me in, gloving me snugly, as I lined up my cock to her entrance and slammed all the way in.
Crying out loudly, she arched her back and reached her hands out to me.
“You can’t deny this,” I growled at her as I began a quick pattern of thrusting into her. “You can’t walk away from what we share.”
Right now, I was fucking her mindlessly, but this lust that had propelled us closer to each other was a mutual connection we couldn’t hide from.
“Fuck. Mikahil. Oh, fucking…” She clung to my forearms as I kept my hands on her hips, plowing into her tight heat. “I’m going to come again,” she moaned, the torture on her face so exquisite that I wanted to brand this night into my mind forever.
Seeing her submit. Watching her come apart.
It was the reward I’d been craving. The high I had been chasing and talking myself out of for days.
“Come. You’re going to take this dick like the good girl you are.” I gritted my teeth, pounding into her and holding back until she beat me there. “Come for me, Claire. Suck my dick into that fucking cunt and take it all.”
She cried out again, trying to lift her hips to match my thrusts. In the next stroke, she stiffened then jerked up toward me. Shouting out incoherent sounds and words, she fell back just as quickly. Her thighs quivered as she cinched her legs around my waist. Clumsy and disoriented, she lifted her arms up to let them fall on the bed.
Wrapped around my dick, her pussy clenched me and pushed me to finally let go.
To give in.
To break down and realize as my climax had me roaring and gripping her hips to the point of bruising her, that I was delusional to believe I’d never have another woman in my life.
I had her—right now, right here.
And as I collapsed over her, wedging my dick deep into her and flooding her with my cum, I knew this wouldn’t be the first and last time I’d need her like this.
14
CLAIRE
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I noticed was the soreness between my legs. Mikhail had made me come twice last night. Both times were such intense releases that I didn’t have the energy to get up afterward.
Alone in the bedroom now, I sat up slowly. Sunshine filtered in from the curtains as I yawned, so rested yet so wired and instantly awake. I peered down at my bare body beneath the covers, recalling it all.
The fear of witnessing someone being tortured and the knowledge that Mikhail was a dangerous man.
The elation of coming for him so hard that it rendered me sleepy and sluggish.
His touch was imprinted on my flesh. The taste of his greedy kisses lingered on my lips.
“What have I done?” I groaned aloud, covering my face with my hands. Slumping back onto the bed, I let the covers drape over me.
I needed caffeine and food to fuel the analysis of why I’d caved to him last night, breaking my cool when we argued about whether I should be here at all. IknewI didn’t belong. Not with him. Not with a rugged, experienced, and powerfully lethal man twenty years my senior.
As I got up to shower and get dressed, I dismissed how he’d tucked me under the covers before leaving. How he must have wiped me clean because I wasn’t sticky. Hating that I’d fallen asleep and was unconscious while he cared for me like that, I scowled and hurried out of the room.
I couldn’t begin to dissect what I’d done. It was a moment of stupidity. A lapse in my sketchy judgment that I wouldn’t repeat.
But I knew damn well whathehad done.
He’d taken advantage of the emotions running so high between us, preying on me to seduce me. He had come after me not to comfort me but to taunt me about how we’d both been avoiding this attraction since we’d met.
At first, he was just an enigma. A stranger who captured my attention. He wasn’t supposed to become my lover. My fling. My protector.
And as I entered the dining room, once more following the trail of scents that made my stomach growl, he wasn’t supposed to look so damn sexy and irresistible.
I drew in a deep breath, channeling all the confidence I thought I could have to not swoon. Or to blush. Just seeing him seatedat the table, his curious gaze lifting to me, unnerved me. Being under his scrutiny felt different now. It had to. He’d seen me naked. He’d had his face and hands on me up close. He’d?—
