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His eyes widened as his hips thrust forward. Lisbeth spread her legs further and welcomed him in, loving the feel of his size as he filled her almost to the point of pain. Almost. A delicious ache she hadn’t realized she’d missed, Samson satisfied an emptiness she’d long given up on filling, and Lisbeth felt whole for the first time in a long while.
Samson found his rhythm in slow, even strokes, and she easily matched his thrusts until their bodies moved as one. Her insides purred with pleasure, rapidly tightening, heading for another release. Her back arched as her core pulsed around his thickness, milking and drawing him deeper into her body.
“Ahh, fuck, babe, I feel you coming for me. So fuckin’ good.” Samson’s coarse whisper sent another set of shockwaves through Lisbeth, and she lost all sense of space—only concentrating on every drag and slide of Samson’s body.
He bent his head and captured her mouth in a tongue-filled kiss, and she loved how their bodies connected at every point. He broke away from her mouth, sped up his hips, and pounded recklessly into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, sealing herself to him and riding out this beautiful storm until her heightened senses remarkably exploded yet again.
“This feels so good, so good . . .” she whispered into his ear, and he hit into her once, then twice before his body stiffened, his back arched, and he threw back his head and howled. A deep, yearning roar started in Samson’s chest and rolled up through his throat. He thrust one more time, then collapsed at Lisbeth’s side, taking her with him and keeping them connected as his fingers ran through her hair, fanned out on his chest.
The room filled with their heavy breathing as Lisbeth’s body relaxed into euphoria. She’d had others in her bed after Samson and, of course, Edward, but what she’d just experienced was more than fucking or making love—this was love—arevelation that fulfilled her and scared her at the same time.
Her logical side told her she’d just broken up with her fiancé, so how could she fall again so quickly, but her passionate side knew Samson was her first and only love. Ten years didn’t matter when the chemistry was right, and even though their love had been put on hold, it never died.
He nuzzled her neck with sweet, soft kisses, another part of Samson that always surprised her. The man’s sheer size and rugged good looks made people look twice. Most never saw past the brutal cage fighter who intimidated his opponent or the stone-faced bouncer who could threaten with a look. None of them would’ve suspected Samson’s softer side, a gentle, caring man with demons and fears of his own, which was sadder in a way because he had such a daunting reputation to uphold. He was constantly expected to be stronger, faster, and tougher, never realizing he was human, too, and to some extent, more vulnerable than those much weaker than him.
She lifted her head and wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes flickered open, and he stared up at her in a mixture of awe and contentment.
“Seems like we’ve both been waiting for a long time.” His words reflected her thoughts, and she relaxed in the knowledge that maybe they were finally on the same page in life.
Lisbeth hugged him to her. “And the sad part is, I don’t think either of us knew it until now.”
A slow smile crossed his lips. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for, but nothing can stop us now.” Samson’s eyes slid shut, he tightened his hold around her waist, and a few minutes later, his breathing settled into the steady pace of sleep.
Lisbeth also closed her eyes, but sleep didn’t come as easy. As much as she wanted to believe Samson’s brave words, a looming dread surrounded her. Edward left her condo without too much of a fight, but she doubted his ego would let him walk away without some form of revenge.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand she quickly silenced it and checked the ID. Willow. Lisbeth jackknifed off the bed and swiped at the phone.
“Hello.” She disconnected the charger, headed for the bathroom, closed the door, and flipped on the light.
“Looks like Samson’s right. Your ex-fiancé is a scumbag.”
26
Lisbeth blew out a heavy sigh. Willow’s words sent her tumbling off her sex cloud in a hurry.
“He is your ex-fiancé, right?”
Lisbeth checked the time on her phone. “Yes, as of two hours ago, Edward Monroe and I are no longer engaged.”
“Thank the fuckin’ gods for that.” Willow cleared her throat. “Seriously though, he’s not a good guy. He’s tied to some very bad people—not just shady, but downright vicious. I know you’re not interested in how I find out this dirt, but a lot of it is covered with fancy words and layers of internet security walls. Still, it all comes down to Monroe's deep interest in the opium and slave trades, and a cartel that distributes illegal drugs like heroin, fentanyl, and meth in most of the biggest cities in the country. Their tentacles stretch from LA to New York, with some very interesting well-known people on their guest list for so-called private parties. Let’s just say he makes Jeffrey Epstein look like Walt Disney.”
Lisbeth’s mouth dropped open, and even though she hadn’t doubted Samson, she thought perhaps there might’ve been some exaggeration. Even if Samson’s claims turned out to be false, she would’ve broken up with Edward, but the realization she’d been involved with these people, either attending or planning many of their parties, made her physically ill.
“Are you all right?” Willow’s voice filtered through the phone.
“Yes. No. I’m not sure.” Lisbeth swallowed the bile threatening to rise in her throat.
“I’m just glad you got away from him, but I wish you’d let me do a deep search eighteen months ago.”
When Willow wanted to do a deep dive into Edward’s past, Lisbeth had been appalled and insulted by Willow’s suggestion.
“Chalk that up to my trusting nature, but I can’t deny what you and Juliet saw way before me. I was just so . . .” She couldn’t finish the sentence because she didn’t know what she felt for Edward.
“In love?” Willow ventured.
“I thought so, but then seeing Samson shouldn’t have had such an effect on me. I think I was in love with the idea of being in love. Ugh, now I sound like a Hallmark movie, but what I mean is Edward was the cookie-cutter perfect man, or so I thought. Good-looking, successful, dependable, but now I see what he projected was just an image, a false front.”
“That’s an understatement. Talk about a con job. I mean, I didn’t like him and thought he was a bit phony, but I never suspected he had his hands in this nasty shit.”
