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Almost every muscle ached, but he refused to stop, plunging as if this was his breath of life. All I could think about were the intense sounds he made, the deep baritone continuously filtering into my ears. The pressure continued to build, the beads of sweat dripping from his face and body dancing across mine. Within seconds, another wave of pleasure rolled into me, stealing the last of my ability to breathe normally.

Every whimper I made was matched by the brutal sounds erupting from his throat.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” I was vaguely aware he’d smacked my bottom several times, the intermingling of pain with rapture unlike anything I’d ever felt before this night. He’d managed to fragment the last of my thoughts. Now I was drifting into raw ecstasy, never wanting this to end.

As the orgasms ebbed, he rolled several fingers down the length of my spine, shifting them to the crack of my ass. Stiffening, I knew exactly what he was planning and started clawing at the bed.

“Relax, Stephanie. Just breathe for me.” His grip on my hips now a tight vise, I took gasping breaths.

“I’m not…” My God, I couldn’t express the words. I’d never been interested in anal sex, refusing more than one man over the years. However, the way he caressed my skin, rolling the rough pads of his fingers along my back, tickling my skin was enough to allow me to take a deep breath.

“I won’t be rough, not with this.”

His words were a promise and for some crazy reason I believed him. I’d never felt such a connection with any other man, the electricity we shared soaring and spiking. I wasn’t the kind of woman who fell hard for any man, but what I did feel allowed me to trust him.

At least with this.

He continued caressing me for several more seconds, pushing me into a beautiful lull as his cock throbbed deep inside my pussy. Then he pulled out, slowly pushing his cockhead against my darkened hole.

I stiffened, still clawing at the bedding. When he murmured several words in Russian, his voice soothing, I licked my lips as the anticipation continued to build. As he pressed the tip just inside, I threw my head back, my ragged whimpers floating between us. I could sense the heat of his constant need, yet he kept his promise, guiding his cock into my forbidden hole an inch at a time.

Discomfort had turned into a hint of pain, but almost immediately the warmth of tickling sensations turned into a wave of pleasure. I was shocked how full I felt, how the nerve endings responded from the intense stimulation.

“So tight. That’s it, my beautiful lioness, breathe for me.”

I adored the sound of his voice, the deep timbre further igniting the blazing passion we shared. How any man could be this incredible was beyond me. When he pulled out, thrusting the entire length in once again, I realized I’d arched my back, pushing up in order to meet his hard plunge.

He chuckled his reaction, repeating the move several times, finally developing an incredible rhythm. As his actions became rougher, I pushed back against him, stretching my muscles. He wrapped his hand around my hair as he rocked his hips forward, slamming into me. Nothing had ever felt as fulfilling.

My mind still in fragmented pieces, I kept my eyes closed even as pulses of light danced through the shadows.

I was lost in the moment, uncertain how long he’d been fucking me, my breathing ragged as my heart pounded against my chest. Every muscle screamed from exhaustion, my hands slipping from perspiration. Yet he continued, every sound he made a reminder that he’d wanted me to fuck a monster.

When his body began to jerk uncontrollably, I shoved my hips back, squeezing my muscles. The sound of his primal roar filled my ears, the deep rumble skittering across my skin. I was still burning from his touch, my heart racing. He’d left me breathless, sated, and tingling all over.

As he murmured several other words in Russian, I was thrown by how soothing they’d become. There were so many unanswered questions, the prosecutor in me hovering just below the surface, trying to claw her way out.

But the other side of me, the woman who’d just had the best sex of her life wanted to keep the moment very private.

And so it had been decided. That’s exactly what I would do.

Very slowly, he eased me to the bed, breathing across my neck. When he threw his arm around me, I could still feel the pulse of his cock. I couldn’t understand why a man I didn’t know had awakened the passion I’d hungered for my entire adult life. In truth, he’d stripped me of every inhibition and if I dared spend another few hours with him, I knew he’d shatter me into a million pieces.

And I didn’t even know his name.

CHAPTER5

Alexei

“Ty slishkorn otkryt,” Kirill snarled at his opponent, issuing a hard jab against the man’s jaw.

You’re too exposed.

I chuckled as I walked further into the gym, immediately removing my jacket. Kirill Sabatin was the family’s enforcer, a brutal Russian who enjoyed his job more than a man in his position usually did. He’d never shied away from handling whatever situation called for his expertise in weaponry.

He and his team, all experts in combat, had prevented several street wars from occurring. I knew that as soon as I’d received his call, sensing the urgency in his voice, that I should take whatever he needed to say to me seriously.

He’d insisted me meet at the gym he’d acquired, using the facility to continue training various soldiers. He was relentless in his method of operation, demanding more from his team than I did of the other soldiers. For that, I admired him. He was also a highly respected boxer, winning several tournaments over the years.

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