Page 76 of Warlord’s Empire

They stumbled out of his office, arms still wrapped around each other. Out of his peripheral vision he saw Shola disappear into the shadows.

He broke the kiss long enough to carry her up the stairs and into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He dropped onto the bed with her cradled against him, rolling so he would land on the bottom, absorbing the impact.

Saskia shoved her hands under his shirt, forcing it up as her nails scratched at him playfully. Shivers ran through him and his erection grew more painful. As if reading his mind, she reached down and unzipped his trousers while yanking at his belt. In short order, she had him freed, her greedy hands pumping him.

“Stop or I’ll come too soon.” He captured her hands, jerking them up and holding them against his stomach.

“Well, that’s not fun,” she purred, bending over to take the tip of him into her mouth.

Laughing, he flipped her over on the bed and smacked her denim-clad ass, making her shriek and wriggle to escape him. He used her struggles to pull her clothes off one item at a time.

When he was finished, she was deliciously disheveled, her hair a wild halo of curls falling into her face, her skin flushed pink. He yanked the rest of his clothes off until he was naked before pulling her on top of him, encouraging her to straddle him.

She gripped him as she crouched over him, slowly lowering herself until she began to take him into her body.

He held her hips without controlling her, allowing her to choose their pace. It took a few minutes of breathless wiggling, but finally she was fully seated, her glorious tits thrust out and up as she arched her back, undulating over him

Radik was awed by her passion, the abandon in which she threw herself into sex. She enjoyed it and she wasn’t afraid to seek the orgasm hovering just beyond her grasp. As if proving his point, she reached between them, fingering her clit as she rode him.

Her face twisted and her channel clamped down on him as her orgasm hit. Her movements grew jerkier and he took her by the hips, guiding her to continue pumping him, even as she got tighter and tighter.

Finally, he was unable to hold on any longer, the feeling of her squeezing him, the look of ecstasy on her face, it drove him over the edge. Taking her by the shoulders, he pulled her down until she was lying flat against his chest while he pumped the last of his seed into her.

She sprawled on top of him, panting, her breath mingling with his as they came down from the high of an incredible afternoon fuck.

“Amazing,” she breathed, yawning and stretching. She rolled to the side of him, dragging a blanket over both of them. “Now it’s nap time. We need to recover some of that energy we just used up.”

“I need to check in with Nuani,” Radik said, his voice unconvincing, even to himself.

She shoved her arm across his chest, barring him from leaving. “Stay with me. You can see Nuani later.” She twisted her face into an adorable pout. “He gets you more often than I do. I’m starting to get jealous.”

He chuckled, revelling in his sweet captivity. “We’re not married yet and already you give me orders.”

She snuggled closer, yawning against his neck as she mumbled, “You brought me here knowing exactly who I am. If you wanted a meek mistress, you should’ve chosen someone else.”

He grinned at the ceiling as she fell asleep, her soft breaths puffing against him, lulling him into sleep as well. His last thought as he drifted off was to marvel at how he’d never done anything like this before, fallen asleep in the arms of a lover, the warm afternoon sun spilling across their naked bodies.

“Radik!” He woke to a woman’s scream.

He bolted from the bed, confused as he searched for the source of the scream. It was no longer sunny outside, it was dark, the shadows confusing him. He couldn’t see her until his eyes adjusted, then he found her.

Saskia was curled up naked on the floor with her back to the wall. Tears poured down her cheeks and she clutched at her throat, coughing harshly. She cradled something in her lap.

“Saskia!” He rushed toward her.

“No!” she screamed, lifting the thing in her lap. A gun, she had the gun he’d given her for protection. “Stay back.”

He was just beginning to make sense of what had happened when the door crashed open and Shola rushed in, weapon raised. He lifted his hand to stop her, but it was too late. The prongs of the stun gun entered his chest and seconds later he was on the floor slipping into unconsciousness.

Chapter Thirty-Four

“Oh my god!” Saskia dropped her gun and crawled to Radik. “Please tell me it was nonlethal.”

Shola turned on the bedroom light and bent over Radik, pressing her fingers to his neck. “Taser,” she confirmed. “Same as before. He’ll be fine.”

Saskia crouched over him, hugging his chest as she sobbed.

“What happened?” Shola grabbed a lap blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around Saskia’s shoulders.