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Burying my face against his neck, I gripped his thick arms for support. “Cole,” I whimpered. “Fuck me. Please.”
He broke through my inner walls with his fingers and rolled his thumb over my clit. “Come for me first.”
It didn’t take long before I groaned his name, my orgasm ripping through me like a hurricane as I came on his fingers.
Cole slid his fingers out of my pussy and brought them to his mouth to suck my juices. “I love how you taste.”
He unbuttoned his pants and lined himself up at my entrance. Once fully inside me, he stilled for a moment, resting his forehead against mine. “You have always been mine. I’ll kill Rhys before I let him take you away from me.”
Knowing we would be free of Fitzy after tonight changed Cole. He seemed more relaxed, his guard lowered, and I loved this side of him. From the moment we met, I had dreamed of this moment. I had envisioned us together.
Lifting my feet off the ground, he slammed into me, holding me up in his strong arms, fucking me as if he’d never get to do it again.
“I don’t care if you’re married to another man,” he whispered, “as long you keep squeezing my cock with your pussy.”
“Oh God, Cole.”
Whenever we were together, the world seemed to fade into the background until there was no one and nothing but us. He took what he wanted from me, so deep inside me that I felt him everywhere.
After we came down from our high, Cole stuffed himself back into his pants and turned to look at the wall so I could pee without an audience. I quickly went about my business. And then he helped me fix my dress so I didn’t look like I’d just gotten fucked in the bathroom.
He grabbed my face and kissed me once more. “Your father will come tonight. I’m sure of it. This will all be over once we get the evidence we need from Viktor.”
On our way back to the ballroom, someone bumped into me, knocking Cole to the side.
“Sorry,” the man muttered. “Pardon me.”
I was about to turn around when another man gripped my arm and yanked me backward. I would have crashed to the floor if I hadn’t fallen into his chest. He snaked his arm around me and dragged me out of the camera’s view. My grandfather had tons of security at his estate.
“It’s okay,kisa. You don’t have to fear me,” the man said in a thick Russian accent, one I recognized. “Papa is here.”
My heart hammered in my chest, beating so fast I could hardly catch my breath.
I knew his voice.
Papa.
“I can protect you from Fitzgerald,” my father said calmly. “You can’t trust him. Both of you need to come with me.”
Nerves shook through me as my father clutched my hand. His touch felt familiar but possessive as if he were afraid to let me go.
“Where are you taking us?” I asked him, keeping my voice low.
The few people we passed didn’t recognize my father, but they tipped their heads at me. I had been the center of attention all night. Cole and my father’s friend trailed behind us.
My dad turned a corner, shielding his face from the cameras as we passed them. “We need to hurry,kisa. This is time-sensitive. If given a chance, your grandfather will kill you. Just like his daughters.”
Fitzy was responsible for Bastian’s mother’s death. But why? What could he possibly have gained?
“I loved your mother,” my father said as we exited a door at the back of the house that led to a paved veranda. “You and she were my entire world and my reason for staying in the United States. I hope you don’t believe the Americans’ lies about me. I’m not who they say.”
“My cousin told me.”
“Bastian?” He cut through the backyard and slipped through a row of tall hedges. “Yes, I was accused of his parents’ murders.”
“My grandfather told me you’re a terrorist,” I bit out, even though I knew it wasn’t true. “That you killed people. He sent me away and changed my name because he feared you finding me.”
He shook his dark head of hair, his deep brown eyes meeting mine. “Another lie. I have nothing to do with The Lucaya Group. Never did. I was on the run for years and looking for you. I could never settle down, always watching over my shoulder.”
