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I run my engorged length along her slit, holding her hips in my hand, keeping her pulsing and needy against the wall, teasing her with my length.
Marenah moans her want, and I wrap myself before pushing deep into her warmth, connecting with the bottom of her, and she doesn’t back away from the intensity or the pleasure; instead her hips tilt, letting me know it’s not too rough and exactly how needy she is.
I thrust in and out, slowly but deep, making sure I hit the bullseye that sends her hips into a frenzy to meet me. Fuck she’s so hot, pushing against me, trying to connect with my cock, and all I want to do is drive into her, time and time again, but I want her climax to build, so I restrain myself, leaving her on the edge, making her pant as I slow, lifting her hips until she has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist as I slide my dick in even deeper, but barely an inch at a time. I want her right here, on the edge, until I tell her to come and I bring her to a frenzied orgasm. Her little pants are almost more than I can stand, and she moans so softly, over and over, and it reverberates in my ear and makes my cock throb. Fuck!
My dick is deep inside of her and I know exactly how close she is when her pussy clenches me like a vice, milking me with her pleasure. She nuzzles me with her mouth, those soft, wet, sweet little lips and tongue caressing my neck and ears. She thinks she’s in charge, and as much as I love her playfulness, and the fact that she wants to provide me pleasure, she’s not in charge in the bedroom.
I keep her on the edge, pushing into her velvety warmness, and her panting nearly brings me over the edge, but I hold it together. “Tell me how you want me to be inside of you. Soft and slow, hard and fast, tell me Princess,” I say, grasping her hips as I thrust deep inside of her.
“I want you to fuck me like my family history doesn’t matter,” Marenah says.
And fuck if that’s not exactly what I want to do.
“I want you so deep inside of me, whatever you want, if you need to protect me, do it, if you need to distance yourself, I trust you,” Marenah says, pulling my face toward her and kissing my mouth gently.
Fuck, I need to claim this woman. She doesn’t have a safeword, she will in the future, but for now. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much, Princess,” I say, licking her neck and suckling as I nuzzle into the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder, sucking her creaminess, knowing I’ll leave my mark before driving my throbbing engorged cock deep inside of her.
She cries out, pushing her neck into my mouth, her body into my own, bucking against me as I provide her with every pleasure that I can possibly give, driving against that special spot until she’s trembling and I tell her to come, and she lets go, her tight little pussy clenching my cock, her walls suctioning my cock as I thrust deep inside of her, making her ride the waves, thrusting through them, over and over as we cling to one another.
I hold her tight, feeling her body’s pulse against my own as we start to come down, and I carry her to bed. My boss knows that she has family ties to both the Chicago and Russian Mafia, but what I didn’t tell them is that she could be a fucking spy because I didn’t fucking know, and either way leaves me in a god damn sling, but damn if I give a fuck as I pull her softness against my body, stroking her soft velvety skin, before her breathing slowly starts to slow and her trembling begins to subside.
Fuck if I’ve ever even noticed another woman’s breathing as she came down from what I gave her. Until now, while I’ve always wanted to ensure my partner’s pleasure as much as my own, when it was done, it was over. A kiss, a hug, thanks for a wonderful night, perhaps a ride home. But this is different, and I’ve known it from the very first time I saw her. I pull her body tighter against my own and she nuzzles into my chest.
I stroke her creamy skin, keeping her close as she falls asleep in my arms. I look down at her sleeping frame. There’s no goddamn way I’m letting her take this on alone, but my little princess is a fiery little package of kick-ass when she needs to be. I certainly won’t stand in her way if she’s trying to save innocent children, but fuck if she’ll do it on her own, trained spy or not.
* * *
I’ve been watchingher for at least an hour or so. I find myself wide awake due to the time difference between Italy and Chicago, with nothing to do but stare at my princess and try to figure out how to protect the woman who gives herself over completely to my control in the bedroom, but can handle herself like the elite trained soldier that she is in a square-off with anyone.
This won’t be easy, because she’s already told me her target is trafficking. I know her mind is on the women and children, but I also know this means the badass boys that I used to work for, and that still work for her father, are involved. I won’t let her go in alone, or any of the people my princess is trying to protect be sold, but this is much more complex than she thinks.
Marenah wakens and kisses my chest before looking up at me. “What’s the matter?” she asks.
I hold her close and tell her exactly what I’ve been contemplating. She’s been up-front with me and I’ll do the same. When I tell her what I know about trafficking and how my team will help, she closes her eyes for a second. “I hate that I need help, but I love that you’re willing to give it. Tell me why you’re willing to do this for me. We’ve barely met,” she says just barely above a whisper.
“You’re pushing buttons that I haven’t dealt with in a while, Princess,” I say, sliding her hair aside, leaving the length of her neck exposed so I can stroke the creaminess of it with my fingers. “I had a friend once, her name was Alyce, and she was taken. They didn’t have a fancy name like trafficking for it back then,” I say.
Marenah’s body tenses, but then her hand squeezes mine, settling it in front of her, and I take pleasure in the fact that even though she doesn’t like that I’ve brought up another female, she’s reached out to provide me comfort when she believes I need it.
I turn her to face me and push the lock of hair from her face so I can watch her reaction. “She meant a lot to me, Princess, but not in the way you think. I never had a family, grew up moving from foster home to foster home. Then I met Alyce. She was a year older and never had a family either. We became close, used to watch movies together and just hang out. She got invited to a school play. She was so excited, got dressed up and curled her hair. I was waiting up for her so I could see how it went, but she never returned. I went searching for her. Scoured the entire fucking town, but it was too late.
“It took a while, but I learned she was snatched by a local gang. Long story, but she ended up dead instead of sold off. A few years later, I joined the Chicago Mafia as a runner. I got their protection, and their informants helped me find those men, and I systematically took them out, one at a time. I know I should have felt some sort of remorse for killing in cold blood, but I didn’t then, and I don’t know. There was just the need to avenge her death, to make someone pay for taking someone so young, vibrant, and full of life. The mafia became the family I never had, and eventually made me their enforcer.
“One night, and a few leader changes later, I learned the family was getting into the business of snatching girls like Alyce and had figured out a way to make even more money by selling them to the highest bidder overseas. The sick fucks were getting into buying children. Alyce had so many dreams of getting out of the life she found herself in. She used to say that I was the only good person in her life. She wouldn’t have been proud of the man I turned into, and I sure as hell couldn’t work for people that were doing that to women. I ended up working undercover for a few years and learned through another undercover friend that Chase had an opening for security. The rest is history, but leave it to suffice I know which side of the law I want to be on, and it’s his.”
Marenah nuzzles her thigh in between mine, gazing at me with those sky-blue eyes. “I’m sorry you lost someone so close to you. I can’t even imagine,” she says, pulling my neck down so she can reach my lips and kiss them with her velvety softness.
I gather her in my arms, drawing her close, inhaling her scent and that of my own desire, which still lingers on her skin. I trace over the skin I’ve lightly marked with my passion and capture her tongue’s warmth with my own. She moans with pleasure, pressing her naked body against my own. I slide my hands over her curves. This physical attraction is something that surpasses anything I’ve felt for any other woman, and it’s so much more, but I have difficulty deciphering it while her hot little pussy is rubbing against my aroused body.
I’ve never been into vanilla, but with her I want to start there, to go slow, to savor every one of her gentle touches, listening to every soft moan of pleasure as I slide my covered cock deep inside of her, thrusting against the very spot that drives her hips up against mine, something I don’t normally allow, but feeling her express her sexual pleasure, reciprocating, is beyond arousing, and I find myself permitting it as we both reach the edge, stay there, pivoting and rocking into each other, so close but still holding back until we no longer do, and I thrust us over the edge again.
17
MARENAH
I stretch,feeling the evidence of where he’s been, and everything he’s revealed to me, turning over and curling up to his pillow, inhaling his scent and listening to the sound of the shower in the background. I’ve almost dozed off again when alarms begin blaring. Matt appears from the bathroom, slides into a pair of pants, and throws me the clothes I was wearing earlier. “Get dressed quickly,” Matt instructs, pulling on a t-shirt and bending down to lace his boots. While I slide into my clothes, he checks his phone, nodding, and begins texting.
“We need to move,” Matt says, and takes my hand as I slip into my shoes.
