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“How can I deny my queen when she begs so beautifully for her king.”
I stiffened, realizing what I’d done. I’d begged. What I’d promised him I’d never do that night when he’d been such an asshole to me.
However, before I could respond, he pulled out and slammed in with a vicious thrust that had me seeing stars and needing more.
My nails dug into his shoulders, and I cried out, “Yes, like that. Give me more.”
After that, there was nothing between us but our bodies’ brutal, carnal desires. My teeth raked across Sam’s skin, and he fucked into me with hard, relentless drives of his cock.
We were two people possessed. The rage and the onslaught of emotions from the last week purging through our physical needs.
Slowly, another orgasm rose up with small quivers in my pussy and then spasms.
“Oh, God, Sam. I’m there.”
I threw my head back, arching. My vaginal muscles clamped down hard and released in a dance around his pistoning cock, over and over.
Fisting my hair, he brought my mouth to his as his release washed over him, and he shot hot and hard inside my trembling pussy.
15
Devani
I closedmy eyes and leaned against my shower wall, letting the spray pound my body. Hopefully, the steaming water would help wash away whatever caused this crud that seemed to have attached itself to me like the plague.
This freaking made no sense. For the last three weeks, my hours were long, but I’d slept at home.
Why couldn’t I shake this exhaustion?
Fuck. The last thing I needed was to have caught some type of bug.
How was that even possible? I was up to date on all my vaccines and had regular checkups.
This was what I got for making fun of Neil about the malaria incident. But honestly, he’d been a total baby about the whole thing.
I could only imagine the looks on Neil’s and Noah’s faces when they learned I’d gone to the doctor for anything other than an injury resulting from a gunshot or a knife wound. They’d give me shit for days.
A private physician who made house calls was probably a better bet.
This way, I could keep things quiet until I knew if I’d gotten some superbug or just a cold.
If it ended up being something as stupid as a cold, I swore I’d scream.
I’d taken an assignment the day after a shooting injury. More than once.
Okay, I had to get out of my head and make the call instead of wasting time guessing.
Turning off the shower, I dried my body, wrapped a towel around my head, and stepped into the heated primary bathroom of my bedroom suite.
Another wave of nausea rushed through me. And this constant queasiness. What was up with that?
Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that pizza so late last night.
I always felt better after a hard training session. I’d head to the gym and beat the shit out of some poor recruit, as Sam had said a few nights ago.
And God. What the fuck was I doing with him?
I knew better, but I’d let my hormones and adrenaline overtake my logic.
