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I wasn’t sure any man ever deserved that, but pride filled me nevertheless. Cheap shots could save her life against a larger enemy. It eased my conscious, knowing she was willing to use any means necessary to win.
The pain finally subsided and I laid staring up at the ceiling. She was lying next to me on the mats. There was no remorse on her face. She’d pulled her bra back up, but her shirt was gone, destroyed, so she’d chucked it off to the side of the room.
Rolling, I tucked her beneath me again. She hadn’t been expecting it, so she groaned and rolled her eyes.
“Can we be done?”
We were both sweaty from our workout. I ground my hips into her and her eyes popped wide when she felt my renewed hard-on. “Planned on it.”
“How are you hard? I kneed you really-”
“I know,” I growled. I leaned down and scraped my teeth along the column of her throat. Pleasure coursed through me when she shivered and let out this little breathy sound at the feeling of my teeth raking her skin. “Good thing I like fighting and some pain,” I told her. “How about you, Havoc?” I rubbed my body against hers again.
Her eyes were clouded, desire was building and making it hard for her to think. Her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Do you like pain?”
“Ummm, maybe a little, but not like cutting or hitting or anything,” she mumbled beneath me.
I chuckled. I would never mar her perfect skin. I liked her to fight me, but I didn’t want to damage her. I sucked on the side of her neck until she squirmed.
Tugging her bra down again, I left it around her waist and showered her tits with attention. They were heaving by the time I moved lower.
Her hand grabbed my hair, halting my progress down her body. “I’m all sweaty,” she said, as though I would give a fuck.
I shoved her hand off my head and ripped her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them. She sucked in a breath and laid her head back on the mats.
Licking from her asshole to her clit, I chuckled when she jerked underneath me. Her hands went back to my hair to tug, but stopped when I growled at her.
“That’s… You can’t-”
I watched her face as I swiped my tongue down and over her back entrance again. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Just because she’d never had it done didn’t mean she disliked it.
She flung her head back onto the mat with a huff and I focused on her pussy once more. It didn’t take long before she was writhing and flooding my mouth with her delicious taste. I held her legs open because she kept trying to close them on my head. Swirling my tongue over her clit, I grunted, pleased when she came all over my face.
I licked her through her orgasm then laid down on the mat on my back. “Ride me,” I ordered her.
She was past disobeying so she scrambled up and tugged down my pants before flinging a leg over my hips. I tucked my arms beneath my head, angling it so I could watch my cock disappear inside her. I’d never get sick of seeing that.
As soon as she was seated fully she tossed her head back, her dark hair had come out of the ponytail she’d had it in. It streamed behind her. I watched her tits bounce and her eyes close as she impaled herself on my dick over and over.
I let her set the pace at first, but soon needed it faster, harder. Using my hands on her hips, I helped lift her body weight before slamming her back down. We both groaned and she picked up the new rhythm.
She reached down and rubbed her clit in time with my thrusts up into her. Gritting my teeth, I watched as she came all over my cock, screaming in pleasure.
That was all it took. With a shout, I buried myself as far as I could go and found my release.
She crumpled forward and laid against my chest, breathing hard. I wondered vaguely how long it would take for her to realize we were playing a dangerous game. Well, it wasn’t dangerous for me. I had what I wanted—her—and if I knocked her up? That just tied her more fully to me. I didn’t know if she planned on trying to escape me once we’d finished our business with Guzman, but it was going to be hard for her to run with my baby in her belly.
Chapter 28
Havoc
Iwas just finishing tying my boots when Nico stepped into his bedroom. He handed me a gun and I saw it was a Glock. Frowning, I took it and looked up at him. “What’s this for?”
He gave me an amused look. “It’s for tonight.”
I hadn’t used guns before this for a few different reasons. While they shifted the balance of power in my favor, the cons seemed to outweigh that particular pro. Killing my targets with my knife just seemed more personal and fitting. Plus, some of these guys lived in janky little apartments, and while I could use a silencer for the noise, I hadn’t wanted to worry about the rounds going through the walls. I had no problem killing the men on my list. I was even looking forward to going after the Guzman brothers because they’d orchestrated the whole thing. If I accidentally killed an innocent, though? I couldn’t handle that.
