Page 10 of Protective Phlox

With a hard shove, he turned me around and pressed me face first on the desk, ironically, my cheek pressing into our marriage certificate. “Don’t move.”

That was one command I would obey. My knees were practically shaking with need as Nathan yanked my pants down and forced me to step out of them. I yelped when his hand cracked down hard on my ass. “Such a fucking bad girl, aren’t you, Savannah?” He slapped my ass again, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the pleasure shot through my body. His hand smacked against my ass once more, and my eyes fluttered closed, the tingling heat taking over all other sensations. “Fuck, this ass.”

It didn’t matter how hard I fought it. There was no denying that I wanted this, and with the jingle of his belt, there was a part of me that didn’t believe this was real. Even as his fingers slipped between my legs, a part of me remained in denial.

“So wet,” he groaned, slipping a finger into me. “Fuck,” he said, the sound coming from him setting my blood on fire.

Pushing myself up off the desk, Nathan grabbed my hair and bowed my back until he was devouring my mouth. Everything about him was demanding. Commanding. Overwhelming to my senses.

“I told you not to move. Bad girl, Savannah.” His breath fanned my ear as he rubbed his cock against me. “I’m going to punish this pussy and claim you as mine once and for all.”

Before I could draw my next breath, he thrust all the way into me in a single move, and I cried out. I’d forgotten how intense the rings in his cock felt, and I trembled, trying to breathe through the sensations. It felt like he would rip me in two and make me come at the same time.

“Fuck…me…I’ve missed this pussy,” Nathan groaned in my ear, his hand tightening in my hair. “I remember how I made you scream and come all night long. Do you remember that, Savannah? Do you remember how my cock felt?” My mouth hung open, but no words came out. “Answer me,” he ordered harshly in my ear, making all my insides melt. He thrust hard. “Say the words. Say you remember my cock making you scream.”

“Yes,” I yelled, unable to hold it back anymore.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then used my hair to push me down onto the desk, and a scream of pleasure and pain was ripped from my chest as he pistoned in and out of me with abandon. Each stroke rubbed that delicious, perfect spot inside of me, and it didn’t take long for the orgasm to soar to the top of the precipice. Releasing my hair, he grabbed my hips and fucked me like a feral animal. The sound of his groans and my whimpers of pleasure filled the room as he pushed me over that edge.

“Yes, oh god.” I bit my fist to keep from screaming the consulate down as I came in a rush. If I hadn’t been half on the desk, I would’ve collapsed to the ground as my knees gave out. My body tightened with each wave, my pussy squeezing Nathan’s cock so hard that he groaned and swore as he said my name. I’d been obsessed with hearing him lose himself with me, and the time and separation had done nothing to dull my body’s response. Like he pushed a button, my back arched as I was hit with a second climax that stole all the air from my lungs as easily as his hand had.

Nathan lost total control, and I didn’t need to see him to know how dark and dangerous his face looked or how the muscles strained along his arms and shoulders. Or how I craved for him to do what he used to and leave a hickey somewhere on my body, claiming me as his.

“Fuck,” Nathan roared, slamming into me. I could feel him coming as he groaned.

The half of me that had been wanting him, and this moment, since our last touch, felt at peace, like I was finally whole. The other half knew that I’d just officially signed my freedom away. A part of me died as the other soared. There was no way to process the opposite emotions at the same time.

I was no longer Savannah Freeborn, independent, single mom and FBI agent. She was dead. Pushed aside to become Savannah Mikhailov and what that meant…I didn’t know.

Nathan slowly pulled out, and the feel of him leaving my body was as conflicting as him fucking me.

“Get dressed and cleaned up,” he said, the sound of his zipper and belt feeling like a slap to the face.

I could hardly move but lifted my head and watched as Nathan grabbed the marriage certificate off the desk. He folded it and put it inside his suit jacket before shrugging it back on like what we just shared was nothing more than a one-night stand. No, that wasn’t true. He’d given me more care and consideration that night. “I’ve made arrangements for safe passage. We leave in an hour.” Nathan walked to the office door and paused with his hand on the handle. He looked at me, and his eyes were still as hard as steel. “Before we leave, you tell Cutter who I really am, or I will.”

He marched out of the office, leaving me alone, and the earlier tears poured down my cheeks. The self-loathing was strangling me even as I knew I would sell off a piece of my soul to have him do that to me all over again. Just like that, I was officially lost to a man and in a world where I would never belong.

Chapter

Five

NATHANIEL

Marching out of the office, I walked down the long hall, passing the room where Cutter was playing. Goran was teaching him War. How oddly fitting. Slipping into the bathroom, I locked the door before gripping the sink and closing my eyes.

I needed a moment to settle myself now that my rage had been spent. The chemistry was still there. The way she affected me was like nothing I could explain. Savannah pushed me and my buttons in a way that no one else could. She effortlessly seeped into my system as if no time had passed, but time had gone by, and she’d hurt me in a way that cut deeper than any knife.

Savannah’s perfume was on my body, and it filled my nose with her scent. Her moans were still loud in my ears, and the feeling of being inside of her…a shiver raced down my spine as the need to have her again built. She was an addiction and just as deadly as any drug.

I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection. There was no denying that the anger was still alive inside of me, but there was something else. I’d longed for Savannah like she was part of my soul, and I’d kill anyone who looked at her in a way I didn’t like. My father might be the very first on the list to die because he was going to lose his mind when he found out that I married an FBI agent instead of one of the women he’d been trying to get me to marry.

Finishing up in the bathroom, I headed to the sitting area where Cutter was. I was surprised Savannah wasn’t already there and took advantage of these first few moments with my son. Goran stood and handed me his cards.

“He’s a little shark. Watch yourself,” Goran said, smiling.

Cutter’s blue eyes, which were so much like his mother’s, stared into mine as I sat down in the seat Goran vacated. He eyed me suspiciously before slowly laying down a card as if this was a duel to the death.

I placed mine down beside his, and he smiled at my six of hearts. He took the two cards to add to his pile.