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I nod, my eyes fluttering shut as this man can undo me with his dirty talk. “Yes. All for you.”
His response is immediate. Remy slams into me smoothly, filling me with his thick cock.
My fingers curl around the sheets beneath us. I bite my lip so hard I taste the metallic tang of blood, trying not to be loud as we’re not the only ones on this plane. “Oh God,” I breathe.
He kisses me, tongue thrusting into my mouth with as much force as his dick.
Each thrust is forceful but slow.
His taste is intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and love that I can’t get enough of. His tongue explores my mouth, his kisses growing more desperate as he shifts his rhythm, the slow, steady thrusts replaced by a faster, frantic pace.
His hands trace down my body, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His eyes never leave mine as he pulls out and slams back into me. Each thrust of his cock slams against the sweet spot inside me.
“Fuck, angel,” he groans, the words barely a whisper against the shell of my ear. “You feel so good clamped around me.”
My heart hammers in my chest as I clutch onto him, my nails digging into his back. My body tenses, the pleasure building inside me as his pace becomes relentless.
Remy growls, the vibrations rolling through me. “You’re so tight, squeezing me just right.” He pushes deeper, pausing momentarily, fully seated within me and gazing where our bodies join. “Look at you, taking all of me so beautifully.”
My back arches off the bed, my body moving toward him. “Fuck, Daddy... more,” I whimper, unable to form coherent sentences as his cock stretches me.
There’s a dark promise in his eyes. “More? Such a greedy girl,” he teases while his hips move again, sliding in and out of me slowly, torturously. “Taking my cock and wanting more. What more could you possibly want?” He leans closer to my ear. “Unfortunately, I didn’t bring the dildo to shove in your ass on the rescue mission, but once we’re home...” he trails off, making me moan with the unspoken promise.
My body responds to each filthy word that falls from his lips. “Please... Daddy,” I whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
With a chuckle, Remy obliges. “That’s it, angel. Beg for me,” he growls, increasing his pace, thrusting harder and faster. His words are a sinful soundtrack to our lovemaking, a torrent of praises that drive me closer to the edge.
“Daddy,” I whimper, my body arches beneath him. “I... I’m going to...”
His thumb moves to my clit, rubbing small circles against the sensitive nub as he pounds into me. “Come for me,” he growls, his pace increasing.
A cry rips from my throat as I tip over the edge, my body shaking from the force. His name falls from my lips on a broken moan as I come around his cock, my walls clamping down on him.
His thrusts become erratic, his rhythm faltering as he chases his climax. With a final deep thrust, he spills inside me, his hot cum filling me up. He grunts my name, his body rigid above me as he rides out his orgasm.
We lay there for a moment, breathless and spent. Remy pulls out slowly, rolling onto his back and pulling me into his side. His hand slowly traces up and down my marred bare back softly, his other hand brushing a few stray hairs from my face.
“Angel,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse from his release. “You’re amazing.”
I snuggle into his side, a sense of contentment washing over me. “So are you,” I murmur, feeling instantly exhausted.
His arms wrap securely around me, the rhythm of his heart under my ear lulling me to sleep. The last thing I remember is the soft kiss he presses to my forehead, his quiet “I love you” echoing in my ears as I drift off.
45
REMY
The dank basement smells of mold, decay, and fear. In the center, bound by heavy chains and under the glow of a single light bulb, is Alex Vishekov.
My men found him hiding only a few miles outside Chicago. Unfortunately, they haven’t found his father yet. I know murdering his son will draw him out, and we’ll end him, too.
I approach with slow footsteps, savoring the expression of pure fear on his once arrogant face. It’s marred with cuts and bruises that he sustained while my men captured him.
“Hello, Alex.”
His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow. “My dad will kill you for this.”
I laugh, the sound echoing through the basement. “I intend to kill your dad, too. Don’t worry. He’ll join you in hell as soon as we locate him.”
