“I’m going to move. If it’s too much at any time, you tell me.”
“Okay.”
He started to move, slowly, the overwhelming sensation almost paralyzing. Each slow, shallow thrust sent whimpers and moans through my lips. It felt forbidden, sinful, and yes, somewhat painful, but also sogood.
He reached around once more, fingering my dripping pussy and slowly pushing me to the edge.
He clutched my hip with his other hand as he moved faster, driving deeper.
“You’re taking me so fucking good, Sophie.” His words had me writhing beneath him. “Who owns your holes?”
“You,” I whispered, my pleasure building higher and higher.
“Who’s fucking you?”
“You, Kian,” I moaned. “Only you.”
As if my words unleashed the beast in him, he began to fuck me ruthlessly with deep strokes. His hot breath and even hotter words seared my skin, my pussy clenching greedily around his fingers, and I rocked my ass against him, meeting his every thrust.
Pleasure exploded, shooting through me, and I came instantly, chanting his name like a prayer.
Chapter 35
Kian
Dawn crept through the edge of the curtain, casting a soft glow in the bedroom. Sophie’s body molded to mine under the sheets as she slept, her back to my front and my hand covering hers.
She snored lightly, making a little humming noise every time I kissed her neck. It made me feel content and full of devotion. I wanted to hear that sound for the rest of my days.
She was well and truly fucked after the night we’d had. All I could think about was that I was fucked too, because I’d thoroughly fallen for her.
Exhaustion sank heavy into my bones in the best way possible, and I considered actually staying in bed for once. But I had a meeting that couldn’t wait. The kind that would ensure Sophie’s protection once I rid the earth of Jacqueline.
Sophie was all I cared about, and I wouldn’t sit back and let a woman I loved become a victim. Never again.
Careful not to wake her up, I slipped from the sheets, showered, then headed into my office. Amir was already waiting for me there.
I shook my head disapprovingly. “You should be with your wife.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, drinking his coffee. “You need awingman in case those idiots from the Black Oil Syndicate try something.”
“They wouldn’t dare pull a move on my territory. Besides, it’s not really their MO.”
They destroyed people from the shadows, ruining them until they were overcome with madness and eventually pushed them into suicide. And then if that didn’t work, they’d eliminate them the old-fashioned way.
I pressed my fingertips against the hidden panel of the gun safe built into my desk. The scanner hummed, then gave a quiet click as the lock disengaged. The door swung open just wide enough to reveal the matte-black handgun resting inside.
“Then why are you taking your gun?” Amir snickered.
“Insurance.”
I wrapped my hand around the grip, the familiar weight settling in my palm. Out of habit, I released the magazine.Full. I slid it back into place, racked the slide once, and listened to the solid, reassuring snap.
Satisfied, I eased the weapon into its holster and closed the safe, the panel sealing itself.
“Okay, let’s get going,” I said, heading outside. The sun was barely flickering over the horizon, throwing rays over the calm surface, its color reminiscent of Sophie’s eyes.
How in the fuck would I ever be able to look at this sea and not think of that woman once she went back to the States?
