“I know.”
Her grin was feral. The first real expression I’d seen from her since the rejection, and it shot through me with more force than any weapon the Order had developed.
Outside, another volley of gunfire cracked across the eastern perimeter. Shouts carried through the walls. The diversion was holding, but the clock was running.
I should have stopped. Cataloged the exit routes or the time remaining before Thiago redirected resources.
Instead, my mouth pressed to her throat and inhaled until my lungs burned. Her pulse hammered against my lips, fast and alive, and the bond surged behind the wall. Testing the barrier with an insistence that matched the way her body arched into mine.
“Don’t you dare be gentle with me,” she said. Her nails raked down my chest. “Not tonight. Not after everything.”
I wasn’t gentle.
I pulled her roughly to the edge of Thiago’s massive oak desk. Her ass hit the polished wood with a soft thud, and I spread her thighs wide, stepping between them.
This was forbidden territory, fucking his daughter right here on the surface where he’d signed deals in blood, but that only made my cock throb harder against my zipper. Her eyes locked on mine, a storm of fury and hunger, and I gripped her hips tight enough to leave marks.
Her hands fumbled with my belt, trembling fingers yanking it open, and I let her for a moment, watching the way her chest heaved under that thin blouse.
“You’re a naughty girl, Mira,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Doing this in his office when he can come back anytime and kill me.”
“Are you scared?” She asked me, teasing.
I grabbed her cheek. “No.”
She smiled and popped the button on my pants and shoved them down, my cock springing free, thick and aching for her. I didn’t wait. My hands slid under her shirt, palms pressing flat against the soft stomach, right where our children had grown.
She froze under my touch, her breath catching.
My forehead dropped to her shoulder, inhaling her scent, mixed with gunpowder that drove me insane.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her skin, my fingers splaying possessively over her belly. “For every goddamn day you carried this alone.”
“Shut up and take your pants off,” she snapped, but her voice cracked with want, her nails digging into my arms.
I kicked my pants aside, stepping closer, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, ankles locking behind my back, never wanting to let go. My mouth found the bond mark on her collarbone. I kissed it reverently, tongue tracing the jagged edges, tasting salt and her. She gasped, arching into me, and I smiled against her skin.
“That’s it, Mira. Let me show you just how sorry I am.”
I growled, nipping the unmarked skin beside it hard enough to make her moan. The sound was muffled against my shoulder because we were in her father’s office, walls thin as paper, and any guard could burst in.
I loved the risk, the way it made her pussy clench in anticipation. I pulled off her pants, bunching it at her ankles, and hooked my fingers in her panties, ripping them off swiftly. The fabric tore with a satisfying rip, and she whimpered, her slick folds exposed, glistening for me.
“Look at you,” I said, sliding two fingers along her slit, coating them in her wetness. “So wet for me already, dripping on your father’s desk.”
I plunged my fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her buck. She cried out, but I clamped a hand over her mouth, dominant and unyielding. “Quiet, Mira. You don’t want them hearing us, do you?”
Her eyes blazed, but she nodded, sucking on my palm as I pumped my fingers deeper, stretching her, preparing her for my cock.
“That’s my good girl,” I praised, thumb circling her clit. I added a third finger, scissoring them to open her up, and she rode my hand, hips grinding desperately.
The radio on Thiago’s desk crackled to life beside us, a voice barking urgent orders about the eastern breach that should’ve had my attention. But all I cared about was her, the way her body trembled under mine. I withdrew my fingers, slick with her arousal, and brought them to her lips.
“Taste yourself,” I commanded. She obeyed, tongue swirling around my digits, eyes never leaving mine.
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging her folds, teasing her clit before sliding down. I entered her slowly, inch by inch, watching her face contort in pleasure.
Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting on a silent gasp, fingers tightening on the desk’s edge until her knuckles whitened. The wood creaked under her grip, papers shifting precariously.
