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I grab her shoulder and spin her around. Her legs are still bound by the denim wrapped around her knees, so she can’t resist or brace herself. All she can do is fall against the wall where I place her.
Then I free myself and slide into her ready wetness.
Piper cries out and presses her palms flat against the wall. Curses bloom and die on her lips before she ever gets the chance to spit them at me.
“I never said I’d stop.” I wrap a hand around her waist, lifting her hips to me for better access. I can’t swallow back the groan when I feel myself sink even deeper into her velvety heat.
Fucking perfection.
She grunts with my every thrust. It makes me want to fill her again and again. Harder. Faster. “This is insane,” she gasps.
I fist her hair and tug. “This is happening, Piper. Soak it in.”
She curses softly under her breath when I sink every inch deep inside her and grind. “I was crazy to think I could trust you. I should have known you’d use my weakness against me.”
I kiss her neck and taste the salty sweat that’s blooming across her skin. “Remind me of that weakness.”
“You already know.”
“That’s right,” I whisper, biting the velvet smooth skin of her earlobe. I do know; I just refuse to acknowledge it. “You’re weak for toe-curling, earth-shaking fucking.” I give her another solid thrust just to underline my point.
She tries to laugh, but it comes out in a breathless pant. “Someone has a high opinion of themself.”
“Prove me wrong, then.” I slide my hand between her thighs. “Don’t come.”
I stroke her inside and out until her body is a tight ball of tension in my arms. I can feel her quaking with the effort to fight off her orgasm.
“You’re as dirty and broken and fucked up as I am, Piper. Give into it. Life will be better.”
She reaches back and claws my thigh, meeting my thrusts. “I’m a good person, Timofey.”
“You’re a liar. A kidnapper.” The words coming out of my panting mouth are the complete opposite of the words hammering inside my head. It’s my rage fueling my tongue, and it’s driving me to finish what I started. It’s keeping the part of me that might actually believe her silent and buried. “You’re a whore for the Albanians, seducing me to do their bidding.”
She groans and tips her head back. “You don’t believe that.”
“Yes. I do.”
Now, who’s the liar?
I stamp that thought—that weakness—out the moment it appears.
She rests her head back on my shoulder, her body bowed to the breaking point. From this angle, I can see her breasts shake with every thrust. I palm them and pinch the hardened points of her nipples. She surges around me, and again threatens to steal my control.
“You don’t,” she moans, writhing against me. “If you really believed that, I’d be dead.”
“I wish you were dead,” I growl.
Life would be so much easier if I never met Piper. Hell, life would be so much easier if I didn’t try to do things the legal way in the first place when it came to adopting Benjamin. It would have been easier to just pretend he was mine. No agencies, no house visits, no maddening social workers to seduce me into submission. Benjamin would be home safe right now. I wouldn’t be torn in half, fighting duty and desire because of whatever siren song exists inside of this woman’s pussy.
Life would be simpler if Piper was gone.
“Then get it over with. Kill me.” She grips both of my hips and rolls herself onto me, moving in torturous circles. She quickens her pace, moaning and crying out until I feel her entire body tighten around me. With a deep shudder, she clamps down, pulsing around me with pure pleasure.
And I can’t hold back.
I pump into her, filling her with every drop of my rage and hunger and confusion.
I manage to ignore the way I hold her in my arms when I do.
