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The intensity of his body and lips so close had me searching anywhere but his face. "Cade, I forgot the eye mask for my Sweet One in case she speaks in front of Nikki."
I backed as close to the wall as I could. Those masks were supposed to be for pleasure, but he’d turned it into a torture device.
"Now then, I don't want one word to come out of your mouth aside from thank you and yes. Am I understood?"
I looked past him to Cade, who held the mask and a small luggage. "Yes," I whispered.
"That's my good girl. Now, kiss me."
I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned forward to meet his lips with mine. The lack of interest on my part had him gripping me by my neck to pull me closer, causing pain in my aching shoulder. It was a long and impassioned kiss as he brought me close and embraced me. Already hard again, he ground against me.
His forehead pressed to mine. "I wanted our first time here to be somewhere special, but you've already made me wait too long to fill you with my seed. And I don't want you craving another man."
He pulled down the loose shorts I wore and lifted my leg to let them fall from the ankle. Next, his pants were undone, and his hard cock pressed against my stomach. I was against the rough stone wall, my leg lifted to his hip as he held it with a strong grip.
I hugged his neck for balance with my good arm as I stood on the ball of my foot. When he reared back, I awaited the quick push into me. It came slowly though, along with his hum of satisfaction. "Look at me," he ordered. The gray eyes that held mine had a tormenting intensity. They dominated my will; ruled over me. I belonged to them.
This was the man I refused to think about. The one in the coffee shop. But that man had been a lie. This was the lie he would torment me with. Passion that held no true care. Yet it felt so good. Far beyond what I'd ever felt in my life. He was unlike anything I'd experienced, making me the foolish woman awaiting whatever leftovers remained after he was with his wife.
"You have no idea how hard I'm going to pound your cunt once you're healed." He thrust deeper, faster, hitting that spot he knew I loved. This was the man—no, that was a lie I wanted to believe. This was the start of a lifelong punishment, but why did it have my eyes rolling upward? Why did he have to make sure I felt good?
"Cum for me, Sweet One. Squeeze my cock." His upward slam brought honey to my senses. The slow roll of his hips as they coaxed my pleasure had me biting my lower lip. So wrong—everything this murderer did was so wrong. "Do you want my wife to come searching for me and see me fuck you?"
I had no desire for that. His hand went between us, working fast as he continued. I didn't hold back, and neither did he as he had me lifted and thrust deep with blasts of hot cum that my pulsing walls sucked out of him.
He panted as he held me in place. "Feel that, Sweet One? That's all for you."
As opposed to the wife he had waiting?
Once he had my shorts on me, he led me inside with Cade close behind us. The pristine home designed with a woman's touch of purples and pinks on some paintings and curtains caused my heart to sink a little more.
What made it come crashing down was when we stepped into a dining room where several people, including a tall woman with blonde hair, stood. The short dress she wore accented perfect legs. The thing that had me wanting to turn and run were the bouquets of roses and the large card in one that had written,Happy Anniversary.
It had been his anniversary with her he celebrated by fucking me. And he must have relished the moment I would discover that. The man’s truths were worse than any lie I could be told.
His wife looked me over with an expression that held disgust. I wasn't certain if she knew much about me and Katya's situation, or if she simply hated me for being here. Whatever words she spoke in his language were fast and hostile and sounded as though the tip of her tongue held blades.
"She helped me find Katya, and is in need of a safe home," Armon said in my language. He'd spoken in my tongue with her on the phone, and the anniversary message was written in my language. He must have wanted me to feel this way as part of his game.
Whatever she said next brought a soft smile to his expression. He went to his wife and pulled her close, tucking his hands together at the small of her back. "She is considered a criminal to her own country and has nowhere to go, and I won't let anyone arrest and harm the woman who saved my sister."
He had seen to me appearing to have committed the crime of murdering my family, yet made forcing me to live with him appear like a noble deed. "Besides, we need someone to help when the baby arrives."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Armon
Cade was quick to step into my Sweet's view with the face mask held high at his chest. Her disgust that threatened to be spoken turned to fear. Good! Yet, it bothered me in a way I couldn't explain.
As I held Nikki close and kissed her forehead, my attention lingered on the other woman. Sweet’s pained expression had my resentment flaring. If only I hadn't wanted her, I could have left her to a coward's fate. I could have let her watch her family die and then left her behind with nothing.
I shouldn't have given her a choice to come home with me. I shouldn't have fucked her. She represented everything that had ripped my life apart. Twice my loved ones had been harmed or died at the hands of monsters like her family.
And what had she done? Proven herself a coward who needed the approval of the evil people. At most, she offered a way for my sister to kill herself. Not offer to find a way for help. Not even let me have my sister when I came for her. She even tried to warn the evil bastards I had come—they would have killed Katya. I couldn't forgive that. Even if survival and acceptance had been her excuse.
So why was my dick already awakened at the sight of her? Why could she make me feel this need to see the woman I'd met at the coffee shop? The one whose smile made me see something I hadn't seen in years. I found myself undeniably attracted to her despite who and what she was, and I couldn’t stand her for that power she had over me.
"You're ready to make love already?" Nikki asked in my Sweet's language. My cock had the slight swell, but it wasn't my wife's cunt it ached for. I hadn't seen my wife since my brother's funeral, and I left before nightfall. Let her suffer for my attention. She wouldn't receive it. She didn’t deserve it, nor would she ever.
