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“What are you doing?” he growled.

I hollowed my cheeks, increasing the suction on him as I rubbed my clit.

Another moan left me, and I knew he felt it all.

But instead of enjoying the vibration, he pulled out of me, scooped down to grab me off the floor, and then tossed me on the bed. He didn’t wait for me to stop bouncing before he yanked my panties and skirt off. I scrambled to shed my shirt and bra. Just as I finished stripping, he tugged me closer.

My legs fell wide, bracketing him.

My pussy tingled with the coolness of air on it.

And my heart hammered in my chest as he lined himself up and thrust into me.

“That’s my job,” he growled.

Not pausing once, he rocked into me and sought my clit. He circled it with his thumb as he fucked me, and I couldn’t last for more than a minute.

His dick was so big that I felt like I was splitting into two. The pressure was too much to resist. His thumb was too masterful, applying pressure just where I needed it.

But as I came, crying out and arching my back on the bed, he lowered to kiss me roughly, still ramming into me.

Mine.

That was all I could think of him growling if his mouth were free.

Mine.

He saw me as his to protect. His to pleasure.

And as I felt his dick jerk deep inside me and twitch with his orgasm, I slung my arms around him and hugged him close.

I was too spent and overwhelmed as I caught my breath to consider how close he was to messing with my heart.

17

VIKTOR

Wren fell asleep quickly, probably worn out from the emotional aftermath of someone trying to kill her again. I held her until I drifted off as well, too sated to get up.

I didn’t like to cuddle, so that was saying something. Since Wren had taken her place in my bed, I had shifted to always wanting her in my arms.

Generally, before her, after I had a woman, I would let them go and that would be it. It had been years since I’d committed to the same pussy more than once. And it had taken me my entire life—until I met this federal agent—to want a woman to stay in my bed, in my space, night after night.

In the quiet moments of the night like this when I had the downtime to decompress and consider how domestic we were, I wasn’t intimidated.

Maybe it had something to do with Adrik, Maksim, and Lev settling down with women to make me more open-minded to having a woman like this. Or perhaps it was my father dying and reminding me that I had to have someone of my own to look forward to sharing my life with.

Someone I would want to come back to every night. Someone I would look forward to talking about my day with while I held them all night long. Someone who would convince me to protect them, no matter what.

But you just have to be… you.

A fucking federal agent, of all people.

I lay there thinking back to how my brothers had insinuated that she could be a spy.

The fact that she’d entered my periphery as a spy, sent there by Smithson on a stakeout to watch Rico Johnson, spoke volumes.

But since she’d been here, she had been putting effort into winning and earning our trust. If anyone were to ask me, she was thriving with the chance to investigate the trails that hinted at the bribes we needed to track.