Tossing her head back and forth, she bucked her hips as he sucked on her clit, taking the tender flesh between his teeth. “God!” Her squeal floated between them. She lifted her legs until her feet rested on the counter, spreading wide open.
He rubbed the inside of her leg, caressing as he worked his mouth and tongue up and down. While he wanted to eat her for hours, making her come several times, his own needs pushed at his sinful mind. Every dark need burst through the surface, forcing him to thrust his fingers in harder and faster.
“Oh… I’m going to…”
Growling, he moved both hands up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing as he buried his face, shaking his head back and forth.
She jerked up, her mouth wide open in a silent scream as her entire body began to shake. As she erupted, filling his mouth with her succulent juice, he closed his eyes, savoring the sweetmoment. Sadness crept in beside his excitement, his heart racing. Letting her go was going to be the roughest decision he’d ever made.
“Fuck, I…” A smile crossed her face as another climax hit her hard, her face turning the same shade as her well spanked bottom.
Wrath finally stood, gazing down at her as he unfastened his jeans, removing them slowly. She opened her eyes, her pupils dilated yet she watched his every move, her mouth pursed.
When she finally stopped shaking, he dragged her off the island, carrying her close and yanking a chair from the kitchen table. He sat down with a hard thud and pulled her on top, impaling her pussy in one thrust. They both exclaimed, her fingers gripping his shoulders. He adored the way she clung to him, her nails scratching as she tried to hold on.
Sophia purred as she began to rock him, lifting up on her toes as she moved forward and backward. Her smile was laced with a touch of evil, as if she was the one regaining control.
He cupped her bottom, keeping a firm hold, grinning as she moaned from the friction. “You’ll always be my bad little girl.”
“Mmm… I hope so.” She bit her lip then lowered her head, nipping his earlobe.
Tingles rushed down his back, shifting to his legs and he was electrified by the combined heat, his nerve endings on fire. He ran his hand up along her spine, allowing his fingers to dance across her skin. This was the woman he could fall in love with.
“Mmm… You feel so good,” she whispered, her head lolling forward.
“We’re not finished,” he breathed and lifted her all the way off, turning her to face the other direction and holding her aloft.
“You’re so bad.”
“You have no idea, my sweet girl.” Chuckling darkly, he wiggled his cock between the cleft of her ass, sliding the tip just inside her dark hole. “Every hole belongs to me.” He pulled her down slowly at first, spreading her muscles as she whimpered. Then he yanked her the rest of the way, the hard thud of her bruised bottom hitting his legs like the finest music.
“Fuck. Fuck!” She threw her arms back, her hands finding his thighs.
He took full control, moving her up and down in a ferocious manner, unforgiving in his needs. He was a crazed man, his hunger knowing no bounds. The second she squeezed her ass muscles, he almost lost it, his balls ready to release. “Shit… You are so tight.”
“Mmm…” She jerked his hands to cup her breasts, her fingers intertwining with his. “You feel so good.”
He held back, trying to keep the orgasm at bay, but after a few seconds, he was lost to the pleasure, throwing his head back and roaring, “Yes!” Nothing would matter to him as much as this moment. No amount of money. No power or influence. And no other concept of love.
Sophia Waters had managed to capture a piece of his heart, one he thought stone cold dead.
And he knew he could never see her again.
“The director wants to see us.”
Sophia had been expecting the requested meeting since finding out about Stephen’s murder. While she’d had nothing to do with the situation, she still had a certain level of guilt as well as an odd sense of sadness. The hit had been clean, from what she’d heard, and no one had seen anything. The contact hit had taken exactly nine minutes from start to finish, The Player’s trademark. The shockwaves of the kill had shot through the bureau in a flash. Every team was on high alert, concerned about their levels of security.
And they damn well should be given Stephen’s location was only known by operatives. They had to have a mole somewhere in their organization.
“Yeah, I know. I suspect the entire team is being chastised, skewered then tossed on a hot grill,” she said in a casual manner. She hadn’t slept well in the last week, but it had nothing to do with Stephen’s murder. She fingered the locket, brushing the tip of her finger across the front. She’d worn the necklace since Pierre had placed it around her neck, longing for the life the jewelry offered, even as fake as it was.
When Pierre had dropped her off at the hotel in Miami, she’d known instinctively that she’d never see him again. The thought brought a range of emotions from sadness to blinding anger. The man couldn’t find the guts to tell her that his dangerous business was far out of her element. He’d obviously found out her real identity, which mean they were on opposite sides of the law.
Then she’d found the two dozen sterling silver roses already inside her home. The fucker had broken in, leaving his own personal calling card. What the hell was he trying to do to her? What had been the most terrifying aspect was that he’d confirmed in a bullshit romantic way the he knew her real identity.
Her next move? Getting a large ‘S’ for stupid tattooed on her ass.
His ass.
