Page 81 of Bought By Sin

“Fuck this,” I muttered as I slid forward, hugging her to me. “It’s about fucking time I fuck you in a bed for once.”

She might have laughed. It wasn’t easy to tell as I kept my cock inside of her all while I stood and held her in my arms. Walking her to the bed felt like a mile-long trek, but once I lowered her to the mattress, never slipping out, I pinned her to the blankets fully.

“It’s about time I pound into your needy little cunt on a bed, huh?”

She framed my face, letting me feel the start of a smile on her lips as she kissed me. As much as I loved her being on time, I couldn’t ignore this need to take control now.

Setting up a hard rhythm of thrusting into her, I stared into her eyes and knew that what I saw in those blue orbs was something I’d always cherish. A phenomenon I’d never forget.

She was submitting to me sexually, following my orders and taking my dick like this. But in her mesmerizing gaze, I reveled in how she was submitting to me with something else.

With her heart.

With who she really was.

Fuck.

It wasn’t supposed to be this serious. I’d taken her from the desert all so I could be distracted. She’d intrigued me, so defiant and strong, but in all these weeks she’d been here, she’d gotten under my skin.

“You’re going to come for me, Mila,” I growled as I rammed into her harder, holding her leg up to give us a deeper fit. Her pussy hugged me, swallowing me in with the clench of her slippery inner walls.

She nodded, her face contorted with lust.

“You’re going to fucking soak my dick and milk me dry,” I ordered.

Another nod and a gasp, too.

Watching her shatter and come apart, crying out and then gaping at me with her lips parted, I knew there wasn’t any hope of holding out anymore.

She came, so beautiful and vulnerable as she submitted and let go. I sealed my mouth over hers, kissing her deeply as I struggled internally with how much this hit me. How hard it impacted me.

Warring in my head and heart with the concept that I loved her, I tried to stay in the moment. To stay with her as she gripped me tight and forced me to come. Flooding her with my cum, I cinched my arms around her and held on tight.

I loved this defiant woman.

I loved her.

But letting my heart get twisted in with hers wasn’t a simple matter of romance.

Loving her would put her in the crosshairs of all that I was dealing with. She’d be my woman, my love, and that would make her collateral in this war starting up with Gregori. She was already involved as a participant in spying for us, but if any enemy were to know she was the one woman I’d give my heart to, that would make her more of a person of interest versus her being a slave I bought or an employee I’d recruited.

Right now, though, as I hugged her tight and we rode out the aftershocks and all the waves of bliss from coming together and coming so hard, I closed my eyes and vowed to stay in control of this narrative.

She’d be mine, and the world would know it…

I only needed to ensure that she would accept it, too, and never have a reason to leave me when I would be the only one to protect her and keep her safe.

In my world, many things were all or nothing, and Mila fit into that perspective as well.

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MILA

Lev showed me last night how much he “cared” to the point that I couldn’t get out of bed. Neither could he. We stayed glued together, our cum mixing together and so sticky that we were plastered as one.

Spent and sated, we lay there and dozed off. I couldn’t speak for him, but I had been so exhausted and loopy in some kind of post-coital haze that I didn’t want to do so much as pick up my arm off him.

We’d ended up with me draped over him, and despite my still-healing aches and pains from when I was captured, I was too damn comfortable to consider moving at all.