Page 84 of Undercover Desires


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This is the best kind of clashing of wills.

She bites my lower lip so hard that she draws blood. The metallic taste floods my mouth.

I groan. Now she has asked for it.

I flip her over watching her breath whoosh out of her as she lands on her back. Her lips are red from my blood.

“Mine,” I say.

Her eyelids flutter at my declaration as I wrap a hand around her right leg and lifting her up. This gives me such better access to her. Her tongue slides over her white teeth watching me as I slam inside of her.

Her warmth envelopes me, making me shiver.

Her hands come around my back, scratching me as I slam into her over and over again. My other hand comes down to slap her breast once.

Her eyes roll to the back of her eyes as another whimper escapes her. When I repeat the same on her other breast, she cries out and I feel her muscles contract again.

My beautiful girl, wanting my pleasure and my pain. Wanting all I have to give.

“Such pretty tits,principessa.”

She groans as I grind down on her, letting my movements rub her clit. She goes from crying to begging for her release. This is exactly where I need her.

I know if I edge her some more, she will slip into subspace. I don’t want that right now. I want her fully aware of how much I am wrecking her.

I want her to understand how much she is wrecking me too.

“Fucking amazing pussy, Rachel,” I groan as my hand comes down between us.

Her eyes drift lower, watching as I rub up on her clit while I slide in and out of her. She is so wet that her pussy makes obscene sounds.

“Sir, I am so close. Can I come? Please let me come.”

I smile, watching her struggle to keep her eyes open through the rush of her arousal.

“Do you really want to come for me,mia cara?”

“Yes sir.”

I increase the pace of my fucking, the wetness allowing me to slide further. “Then be a good little girl and come for me.”

The moan that escapes her as she shudders beneath me is the most beautiful sound ever. She surrenders to it, letting the orgasm wash over her.

She struggles to keep her eyes on me before failing, her head lolling back.

I lift her other leg up so I can hold them in the air as I fuck into her.

Her muscles spasm around me, making my own orgasm begin to tingle. I can feel it deep in my bones; I will never want another woman as much as I want this.

Another reason why I have to protect her.

I will do whatever it fucking takes.

And then my own orgasm floods through me and I surrender to the sensation.

* * *

The phone feels heavy in my hand as I dial King’s number. This is a connection that could either be my salvation or my downfall. The ringtone echoes, each tone amplifying the gravity of the decision I’m about to make. Finally, he answers, his voice a low, controlled murmur.

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