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“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I look between him and the scarf before I finally nod. I have no idea what he plans to do, but I’m willing to do anything to help him take his mind off everything that’s happened tonight. He comes back over to me and motions for me to give him my hands. I sit up and put my wrists together, holding them out to him.
He wraps the silk material around my wrists and ties them snugly. I look down at the excess scarf that still hangs, but he doesn’t leave me wondering for much longer.
“I need you to turn around and get on your knees,” he instructs, his voice low. I maneuver my body around as he asks, squeaking in surprise when he reaches between my legs and grabs the scarf. The move forces me to fall onto my chest. He wraps each excess side of the scarf around each thigh right above my knee before tying the remaining little bit to my hands. I squirm a little, a little uncomfortable because it’s a little tight but excited for what’s about to happen.
He doesn’t say anything as his finger travels down my spine, goose bumps rising on my skin. I close my eyes and sigh into my comforter when his fingers find my clit and rub small circles.
“If you need me to stop at any point, just say the word,” he says as he positions himself behind me.
I look at him as best as I can in my position. “I trust you,” I murmur.
We both groan when he pushes inside me, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust. His strokes are hard and fast, rattling every cell in my body. I can only pray that my father is nowhere close by, as I’m unable to contain my moans even if I want to. Pleasure and pain crash into me one after the other, a constant push and pull that fights for dominance on the climb to my orgasm. So many different sensations overwhelm me that I can’t focus on a single one. The tight silk that rubs against my skin. Trent’s punishing cock inside me. His firm grip on my hair forces me to arch my back as slight pain spreads across my scalp. But I don’t shy away from any of it. In fact, I want more of it, more of him.
“Yes,” I moan. Pleasure quickly cancels out the pain as my body tingles all over. I try to lift my bound hands from the bed in order to rub my clit, but I can’t lift them with the scarf secured to my thighs. I whimper in frustration, which makes Trent chuckle.
“Is this what you need, princess?” he murmurs as he leans forward, his quick fingers strumming my sensitive clit. I shudder beneath him.
Before I can even answer him, my entire body tightens as my eyes roll back. My breath catches in my throat as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hits me hard and fast. Trent moans as his strokes become quicker and harder, his fingers still moving on my clit. The pleasure continues to increase until I literally can’t breathe, suffocating in lust as my walls squeeze and pulse around Trent’s cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice tight before his hips stutter against me with a moan that sends a chill down my spine. He slows to a stop, hovering over me while I fight to catch my breath. My body still buzzes from the aftershock, my mindhazy as the final embers of our lust settle into a silent bliss. He kisses my bare shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I pant. “I think so.”
I wince when he pulls out of me, waiting as he untied the scarf from my body. I flop down and roll onto my back, closing my eyes as Trent settles beside me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks again. I open my heavy eyes and meet his concerned gaze.
“I’m positive,” I reply with a tired smile. “I actually really liked it.” My smile falters a bit as reality sets in. “So what happens now?”
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer, resting his chin on the top of my head. “We go to sleep and worry about everything else later,” he murmurs.
And I definitely don’t fight him on it as I snuggle into his chest and quickly drift off.
25
TRENT
“Where are we going?” Morgan asks me the following morning.
I only grin as I continue making my way through traffic. “You’ll see.”
Never in a million years did I think I’d be where I am right now. When I was first assigned to take her out, I thought this job would’ve been like all the others. Instead, it turned into proving my target’s innocence, busting a human trafficking ring, and taking down a powerful Mafia family in the process. I’m so used to taking lives that I forgot how great it feels to save them. I glance over at Morgan, who smiles at me. And knowing that I’ll get to see that smile even longer is a big enough sign for me to know that I’m making the right decision.
Morgan looks out the window when I pull into the parking lot of The Hotel with a frown, but she doesn’t say anything. I get out of the car and walk over to the passenger side, opening her door and holding out my hand. She links her fingers between mine, and we make our way inside as her curious eyes look around.
“This place gives me secret lair vibes,” Morgan teases. “What is it?”
“It’s where I work.”
“So it is a secret lair,” she muses, and I chuckle.
“I guess you can say that,” I say when Natalie comes into view.
Natalie approaches us, poised and polished as she always is. Her stilettos click against the marble floors until she comes to a stop in front of us, her serious gaze falling on Morgan.
“It’s nice to finally meet you off paper,” she says.
