Page 16 of Debt of Honor


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Cobra’s upper lip curled seconds before he cupped them, immediately pinching my nipples between his fingers, providing a heightened discomfort that made me feel alive. I threw my head back, several moans escaping. This felt so right. This was perfect. As the pain turned into anguish, pussy juice stained and soaked my panties. I couldn’t care less.

I tried to unbuckle his belt but when he lowered his head, pulling one hardened bud between his teeth, I fell into an immediate moment of ecstasy. Every sound he made was guttural, primal and filled with need. There was no stopping this madness, no possibility of ceasing our need for each other.

Issuing several growls, he sucked then bit on one while he continued to pinch the other. I was floating on air, my mind a beautiful blur. He rolled his lips to the other, alternating between providing agony then pure ecstasy. The moment he slid one hand between my legs, rubbing with such vigor I almost climaxed, I couldn’t take it any longer.

I tore at his buckle, managing to yank it free, fumbling until I unfastened his jeans. As I peeled away both sides, reaching inside, the heat surrounding his thick, throbbing cock blew my mind. The moment I pulled it free, wrapping my hand around the base, he threw his head back and roared. This wasn’t about being tender or loving. This was nothing more than two animals fucking, feeding their desperation.

After stroking his cock several times, squeezing his cockhead, I was rewarded with beautiful drops of pre-cum. Unable to resist, I gathered the beads onto my finger, pulling it to my mouth. The taste of him set off bottle rockets in my brain, so tangy yet sweet all I could think about was sucking him dry.

His dark chuckle brought me back momentarily. I smiled, running my fingers up and down his chest. When he yanked at my jeans, easily unfastening then ripping them down my legs, I felt empowered, capable of surviving anything. It was a ridiculous thought, but one that continued adding gasoline to the flames.

I kicked the jeans away seconds before he shoved me onto the edge of the desk, spreading my legs wide open. As I leaned back, fighting to place one hand between the thousands of dollars of equipment, his eyes twinkled as if what we were doing would be considered reprehensible. Who cared?

Cobra yanked my butt off the edge, bending me back, then drove the entire length of his cock deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes!” My scream echoed in the room, my breath stolen. He was huge, my muscles straining to accept every inch of him as he throbbed and swelled even more. I clawed at his chest, blinking several times until I was able to focus on a single jagged scar. He was strong, invincible, yet someone had dared try to break him.

“So tight. So wet,” he muttered, pulling out then slamming into me again. The force tossed me backwards, hitting one of the computers.

I laughed nervously, arching my back and opening my legs even wider. As he pulled out again, I took a deep breath, whimpering softly as he plunged even harder. He continued drilling into me, the rhythm perfect, pulling me into a blissful state of mind. I knew I shouldn’t want this, and neither should he. I imagined this was forbidden in every language, sinful as hell, but we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other.

He pulled me closer and closer to nirvana, pumping like a crazed man, the cords in his neck strained. There was something so penetrating about his eyes that I couldn’t look away. They might be windows to his soul, but the haunted quality indicated there was a chance he’d become soulless.

As an orgasm swept through me, I threw my head back, closing my eyes, uncertain if I made a single sound. The man refused to stop, barreling into me harder and faster. I wrapped my legs around his, the shift in the angle driving me straight into a giant wave, the orgasm more powerful than I’d ever experienced. I felt lost in him, safe and cared for. While I was under no pretense that this was anything but chemical dependency, I didn’t care.

“Yes. Yes…” I managed, dropping my head and taking gasping breaths. When he bent over, capturing my mouth again, there was even more need than before. I cupped his chin, my fingers tickled from the light stubble on his cheek. He was exactly what fantasies were made of.

Big.

Rough.

Dominating.

What more could a girl ask for?

His body tensed and I could tell he was close to coming. I squeezed my muscles, his reaction immediate. With another husky growl, he lifted his head, every sound like an animal in heat. Then he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed.

I’d never felt so beautifully satisfied, but he wasn’t finished, his stamina unstoppable. He continued fucking me, his cock remaining hard.

“Come for me again, princess.”

His command was not to be denied. I laughed softly, licking several beads of perspiration off my mouth. Then I let go, allowing relief to flood through me, taking me straight to a moment of pure ecstasy.

As he slowed his actions, pumping in deliberate motions, he lowered his head, nipping my ear. There was no need for words, nothing that could be said that would change what had just happened between us. The barrier had been broken, the joy we’d shared likely never to be repeated, but the memory would remain for the rest of my life.

A loud beep interrupted us seconds later.

And just like that, he backed away, breaking our connection. It was business as usual.

The look he gave me was bittersweet, as if the man had shut down and would make certain it was permanent.

What troubled me wasn’t the carnal act we’d committed but the fact a small part of him had already left a stain. Yet fear remained, trickled through every cell and vein.

What if he was the true enemy?

CHAPTER4

Isabella

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