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Breaking the kiss, she exhaled roughly and stared at me, unabashedly brazen and curious, before she drew near once more. The path of kisses she spread against my neck and down to dip at the base of my throat, sizzled across my skin.
“The tattoo.” Her husky tone turned me inside out. “I’ve seen that before.”
I moaned, pulling her back to me for another of her drugging kisses. The bloody anarchy symbol with four blood diamonds denoted my status as a member of a table never meant for us, along with the extra diamond representing my assassin’s status. We were the elite of the elite. The Royal Anarchists. There weren’t many of us with the exact layout as mine, but I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want to think about the table or the Syndicate of Families. For now, I was only Miceli, and she wasmyStephanie. “Later. Much, much later.” My fingers pushed at the hem of her shirt, allowing me to touch her. I had to be careful. The bruising on her side was nasty from her run in, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
She shivered in my arms, arching her back, pushing those perfect, lush breasts of hers into my face. I wanted to suck on her nipples. Hear her cries of pleasure. Feel her climax on my cock while I lashed her hard peaks with my tongue. Fuck, I was in over my head here, but all I cared about was her. Laying my claim to her physically in the most primal way. Damn it, I shouldn’t have this kind of reaction to her. She was grieving. She’d been attacked. Yet the more her mouth moved over mine, her tongue teasing mine, I couldn’t stop this carnal attraction.
Stephanie pulled back, breaking the kiss while she tugged her shirt off, exposing all of her beautifully tanned flesh to my gaze. She was an impeccable present I’d treasure forever, given half the chance. Burying my face between her breast, I inhaled. “Fuck.” I nipped and sucked on her soft skin, nibbling a path to her nipple before drawing the point between my lips.
Her soft cry, along with her fingers fisting my hair, holding me to her, spurred me on. I reveled at the way her panties dampened by the second, searing my cock. I wanted this to last for hours, but I also knew that was unrealistic with the way things were going. “Pull my zipper down, Stephanie. Touch me.”
She shivered again, tucking the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. Temptress, that’s what she was. Her hesitancy and slight stroke of her fingers as she teased my lower stomach before releasing my belt, then the fastener of my pants, had me holding my breath. Each of her actions were deliberate. She meant to prolong this for as long as possible. I wouldn’t stop her. I didn’t want it to end either. Like I told her; one taste. One peek of the woman she’d hidden from me, and I’d never let her go.
I hissed, biting down on her nipple as she palmed my erection. Her delicate hand fisted me, pumping my length at a slow, maddening pace. Sparks of pleasure spread through me, tensing my muscles in the most delicious ways. The only barrier between us was the scrap of lacy material I wondered if she’d purchased while she’d been out earlier. If she had, did she buy them for me to see? The dangerous beast within me, the one I hadn’t nurtured with bloodshed in several years, came to life, seeking something new to feed on.
With one hand, I grasped the hem of her panties and with the other; I held her still as I ripped the scrap of material from her body. Her whimper of displeasure was adorable. I’d buy her more, then tear those from her—mypussy—when she let me. “Miceli...” she moaned, arching to me again. “I just bought those.”
“I’ll get you more,” I replied, as if it was no big deal and it wasn’t. “Don’t worry.”
A slight chuckle fell from her lips. “I wasn’t.”
“Good.” I went back to feasting on her while she stroked my dick. “Keep that up and this will be over before we start.”
“That’s hot,” she murmured, her eyelids drooping from bliss. “I want to watch you come, Miceli. I want to see you lose control.”
I snarled. “Not this time. Later. After we’re both sated.” I slowed her hand. “This time I’m going to fuck you.” Gripping her hip, I helped position her where I wanted her. The minute the heat of her cunt caressed the crest of my erection, I sucked in a breath. “Last chance to back out.”
“Never.” She shook her head, lowering herself onto me. The first quiver of her channel had me tensing. Dizzy and lightheaded, I held fast as inch by inch she lowered herself onto me. The whining, strangled sounds she made at the back of her throat were arousing, exciting me to the point of pain. I wanted to shove deep inside of her and rut in her. I didn’t though. This was for her as much as it was for me. “Miceli...”
“Right here, sweetheart,” I whispered, pressing kisses to her neck. “What do you need?” She twitched around me, accommodating me. The wet heat of her snug pussy left me on edge, desperate in ways I couldn’t explain, nor had I experienced in years.
“Fuck me,” she begged, running her fingernails down my exposed chest. “Hard.”
I closed my eyes, cursing internally, before curling my lip at her. If she wanted to be fucked, I’d give it to her. Pulling out of her, I stood. Her yelp of surprise had me grinning. She was in for it. I kicked the chair out of the way, then bent her over my desk, uncaring if there was any paperwork there. I’d clean it up later. Way later. I ripped my shirt off first, then pushed my slacks down on my hips.
This time when I entered her, I didn’t take my time or wait for her. I slammed into her, filling her in one go. The pace I set for both of us was frantic, hard. I drank in her sweet cries, knowing full well she’d wear my fingertip marks on her skin. A primal satisfaction filled me at the thought. Yes, this is what we both needed. With each shift and pump of my hips, she tightened on me, strangling me in the most delectable way.
I fucked her in long sure strokes, while placing kisses on her back and spine. Stephanie held onto the desk with her left hand as she lowered her right hand between her legs. Her fingernails dragged across my sac. I groaned, pushing deep within her while grinding against her ass. Her sob of pleasure undid me.
Wild with lust, I thrust into her, catapulting her into a climax that had me gritting my teeth to stave off my orgasm. No, this first one was all hers. She pulsed and quivered, crying as she shook. Liquid heat drenched my dick and spilled down to my balls. Male satisfaction filled me, knowing it was her release coating me.
“Damn,” I muttered, pressing my chest to her back. “You come apart so prettily. Let’s see how many times I can make you shatter.”
“Miceli,” she whimpered, “don’t tease me.”
The rough chuckle building in my chest rumbled up. “Don’t fret. I won’t make you suffer too much.”
She moaned as I moved again. There was no way I could let her go now. No way I’d give her to the FBI, which I knew Soren would inevitably suggest. No, this woman was mine. I flipped her over and buried my face in her neck while I pushed her from one climax to the next, reveling in the sounds she made and the way she milked my dick, trying desperately to pull the cum from my balls.
She squealed and laughed, running her fingers through my hair. Her pliant body cradled mine in such a way, the emotional tie between us left me stunned. The tingle at the base of my spine was welcomed as the frantic edge faded away until I was making love to Stephanie. I wanted to tell her my secrets. Make her promises. Give her everything. Yet, I worried if I waxed poetic now, would she run away, afraid of how serious I was about her?
Later. Tell her later.I would. When she was safe and those responsible for her sorrow and fears were no longer in the picture.
This time, when I picked up the pace, I held her as close as I could with the position we were in. The sounds vibrating at the back of my throat were desperate and embarrassing. Yet, the louder I got, so did she. Stephanie clung to me. Her legs were wrapped around my hips, keeping me inside of her. I couldn’t stop the impending tidal wave of pleasure cresting within me before consuming me in euphoria. I shouted through my release while Stephanie cried out. Her nails dug into my shoulders, holding onto me. White hot bliss shot through my body with the first throb of my release. Holding her to me, I shook through my climax with her, unable to form a cognitive thought.
If my men knocked on the door at that moment, I swore I’d kill all of them. “I’ve got you.” I finally utter those words after gathering my wits. “Hold on to me.”
I didn’t want to let go, nor did I want to pull out. However, I also knew the desk wasn’t comfortable for either of us. Easing the chair over to where we were with my foot, I sat down with Stephanie in my lap. Her cheeks were damp, her eyes, brimming with tears, were blown from pleasure. Those cute freckles on the bridge of her nose stood out in the tinge of pink suffusing her cheeks.
