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He would not fuck her again.
She’d be too tender. She deserved more care.
The fury and the fear he’d felt after the scene at Kiera’s had banked, for the time being. He could still hear the blast of the gunshots in his mind. When Bowie had first started swinging that gun around, Midas hadn’t been sure that he’d be able to get to Alina in time. He couldn’t remember ever being that afraid.
Not even when he’d been set up for murder.
Her lashes fluttered open. There was no dazed confusion in her eyes. Most people were confused or uncertain when they woke. But Alina just stared straight at him and smiled. “Good morning.”
Oh, sweetheart, do not smile at me that way. Her high-voltage smile. The one that always seemed to pierce right through him.
“What are you doing?” Her hand slid over his chest.
“Trying not to fuck you.”
Her hand froze.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been so honest.
“Why?”
Not the response he’d expected from her. The sheet covered her thighs. Her sex. His hand moved down and caressed her lightly through the sheet. “Because I don’t want to hurt you more.”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“Liar,” he called. His fingers stretched a little. He liked touching her. Loved making her come. Could do it endlessly.
You have to get to the penitentiary.
His touch became a little rougher.
He caught himself. Stopped. His hand yanked back. Midas rolled toward the edge of the bed. He sat up and his long legs eased down as his feet touched the floor.
“Fine. You hurt me a little bit. I’m pretty sure that’s to be expected.” The bedsprings squeaked. Her hands curled around his shoulders before he could rise from the bed. “But the pleasure was more than worth any pain.” She pressed a kiss to the curve of his shoulder.
Lust surged through him. White-hot. Electrifying.
“I love it when you kiss my neck,” she added. Her breath feathered over him as she kissed him softly. “Do you enjoy it when I do the same to you?”
Enjoy wasn’t the right word.
Her tongue slid over him. Her teeth scored him in a careful bite. His eyes closed.
The darkness pulled at him. Tempted him to slide down into the shadows that waited. But Alina kissed his neck once more. Her mouth was so soft and careful.
I should not be with her.
But he couldn’t let go.
He turned and caught her around the waist. In a flash, he pulled her around him. His legs still hung over the side of the bed. His feet pressed to the floor. When he pulled her around, he positioned her so that she straddled his hips. Her legs were splayed wide over his thighs. He could see her. Every perfect inch.
His dick stretched toward her.
He didn’t go in.
Her hand curled around his cock. Stroked him slowly from base to tip, then she heaved up, and pushed the head of his dick toward her. When Alina sank down, she took him inside slowly. Inch by tantalizing, drive-him-out-of-his-ever-loving-mind inch. Then he was in her fully. His hands were tight around her waist. Probably too tight. He should ease up.
He felt her clamp her inner muscles around him and squeeze.
