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She finds my lips again, parting them with her own. My tongue strokes out to meet hers, tangling in a complicated dance.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused. But more than that, I feel as though my heart might burst with the deep, unshakeable love that pounds within it.
I’ve been crazy about Alina for a long time—since the night I pulled her shivering form into my arms to keep her warm. But hearing that she loves me too takes my feelings to new heights. I can’t seem to get enough of her. I’m not sure how or when I’ll ever be able to release her from my arms.
It feels so good, so right to be with her, buried to the hilt inside her as I make her moan with pleasure.
She’s on the brink of coming. I can tell by the way her pussy swells, her folds growing slick with arousal. Her breaths burst raggedly from her lips and into my mouth. And though I know her lungs must be burning for oxygen, like mine are, I refuse to stop kissing her.
And I don’t slow down.
This is a need that can only be satisfied by violent, passionate lovemaking. I feel like it might break me if I try to hold back.
“Oh, God, don’t stop,” Alina whimpers, driving me to pound more adamantly inside her.
And when her cry vanishes down my throat, I lose control.
Before I can stop myself or even pull out, I come hard, my balls emptying as I release several powerful bursts of cum deep inside her depths. Alina sobs softly in ecstasy as her walls clamp down around me, gripping me with such force that I couldn’t withdraw if I wanted.
Her throbbing spasms make my cock ache with guilty pleasure. I’ve never felt anything so heavenly as her pussy working to keep every drop of my seed inside her. And as much as I hate to admit it, I love coming with her, no condom, nothing but the feel of her juices gushing over my hard shaft, mingling with my cum to form a dangerous cocktail. The thrill of simultaneous release is that much better knowing I’ve claimed her completely.
It’s a base, brutish instinct. I might as well be a caveman who threw her over my shoulder and dragged her to my cave. But the deep sense of satisfaction that fills me now is unlike anything I’ve ever known.
Alina breaks the kiss, leaning back just enough to meet my eyes, and her warm, gasping breaths wash across my face. Her impossible blue gaze holds a tenderness, a love that melts me to the core, and I lift my hand from the door’s surface to brush the hair from her face.
“God, I love you,” I rasp.
“I love you,” she repeats.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing her say that.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I came inside you.” My heart squeezes knowing I’ve complicated things for her, and my stomach drops when I catch fresh tears shimmering in her eyes.
Alina shakes her head, a smile spreading across her lips. “It’s fine. Really,” she assures me.
Sighing heavily, I silently beat myself up because Alina’s unwilling to scold me properly. Gently, I lower her to her feet. “I have to go,” I say reluctantly. “My workday’s not done.”
Now more than ever, I want to stay. I need to deal with the problem I’ve caused with my reckless lack of self-control. But the guys are waiting for me. And if someone came up to find me because I’m taking too long, we’re screwed.
But when that anxious look returns to Alina’s eye as soon as the words leave my lips, it tears me apart. I desperately want to make it better.
Before I can tell her I’ve changed my mind—that they can figure out how to torture and kill those guys without me—she asks sweetly, “Can we talk before you leave tonight?”
“Absolutely,” I promise, and I press a kiss to her forehead.
That seems to release the stress from her shoulders, and she graces me with a grateful smile. I return it, the iron fist around my heart easing.
Without another word, we start to dress. I quickly pull my pants up and close them while Alina gathers her leggings and slips them back on. We work efficiently, making ourselves presentable in a matter of seconds. Then, with a nod, she confirms that she’s ready.
I ease the door open, stepping quietly into the hall. But as Alina comes out right behind me, I stop dead in my tracks. She slams into my back, her palms finding my shoulder blades, and releases a soft yelp of surprise.
Sergio is already there, standing with his hand on the doorknob to his office. His head turns in our direction, and a deep frown creases his heavy brow as he meets my eyes. “Come with me, Mishka,” he commands darkly. Then, he turns and heads toward the cigar room—and the trap door leading to the basement torture chamber.
I cast a glance in Alina’s direction behind me, and she looks utterly terrified—like she’s sure her father knows. That maybe he heard everything. Based on his expression, I would say the chances are pretty likely. But ignoring his command would definitely be the riskier move. Because if he didn’t know before, my decision to run now would only confirm his suspicion.
I try to give Alina a reassuring smile, though my lips suddenly feel carved out of stone. “Go to your room,” I tell her in a low voice. “I’ll come find you later.” Then I turn and follow Sergio into the cigar room.
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