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“Tate,” he groans, leaning over me as one hand grips the back of my neck. “I fucking love those dirty words coming out of your pretty little mouth but what you and I do is not fucking. It never has been.”
“I need you to move,” I plead, my body aching and he growls in my ear as he pulls back and sinks into me again.
“Like that?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
He keeps a firm hand on the back of my neck as he moves to his knees and sets a steady pace, rocking in and out of me with just enough speed to drive me out of my mind.
In…
Out…
In…
Out…
“Lincoln,” I gasp, arching my back more and he slaps my ass before gripping it with a growl. The bite of his fingernails in my skin sends a shiver down my spine as my core clenches around him.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“Harder.”
He pulls back and hits the perfect spot as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I cry out, dropping my head to the mattress as I moan, “More.”
He does it again and again, hitting that spot over and over as pressure slowly builds inside me and I claw at the sheets in front of me, needing more.
“Faster,” I command. The hand on the back of my neck moves to my hair and he fists some of it as he leans over me and kisses my neck.
“Greedy girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, silently praying that he’ll give me what I want, what I need. My body aches, desperate for the release that is just out of my grasp and just when I think that he’s going to torture me some more, he picks up the pace, slamming into me repeatedly. Tension coils inside me again and I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping the sheets so hard that my hands ache.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe out and he ignores my request, pulling out of me as I cry out. He flips me to my back and hooks one leg over his shoulder as he lines himself up at my entrance and drives forward. I gasp, my hips arching off the bed as I grip his forearm.
“Eyes on me, Tate,” he whispers and I peel my eyes open, meeting his just before he leans down and seals his lips over mine. Using the same pace as before – hard, fast, and relentless – he quickly reignites the orgasm I was chasing and my fingernails dig into his skin as stars explode behind my eyes and I rip my lips away to scream his name.
“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing my face and slamming his lips back on mine as he continues thrusting, chasing his own release and wringing every last drop from mine in the process. Slipping my fingers into his hair, I give it a tug and he groans, tensing above me as his cock jerks.
“Lincoln,” I whisper and he lets out a long groan that sends a shiver straight to my toes before collapsing on top of me. His breath brushes over my clammy skin as he struggles to catch his breath and I close my eyes, a smile lighting up my face.
“Look how gorgeous you are,” he says and I peek up at him, unable to wipe the smile from my face.
“Thank you.”
He frowns. “For your orgasm?”
“No,” I say, laughing. “For being even more stubborn than I was.”
He smirks, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Sweetheart, it’s easy to be stubborn when you know you’re right.”
I roll my eyes and scoff as I push him off me. He laughs, pulling me into his arms – the only place I want to be for the rest of my life.
* * * *
Sucking in a breath, I stop in front of the full length mirror and run my hands down my front, trying not to stare at the pistol on my ankle or the other one on my hip. I also have two knives and the Taser with me but my hands are still shaking something fierce. It’s not everyday a girl meets her dad for the first time. Not to mention the whole evil crime boss thing that I’m trying not to think about. All my life, my mother prepared me for this moment and I still feel woefully unqualified to take on the man who’s been silently haunting my life since the moment I took my first breath. Lincoln steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist as he meets my gaze in the mirror and presses his lips against my neck.
“You can still back out of this, baby. No one here would blame you.”
