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His words coiled around my heart like vines, infusing me with want.
He reached for my dress and tugged. With barely any resistance, the material gave way to his vicious yank, and he tossed it into the corner.
“You know you bought that, right?” I gasped.
“I’ll buy you ten more,” Jae said as he prowled over me.
I shifted my hips around his, and the blunt pressure of him pressed against my entrance. Lifting my hips, I urged him forward. He cupped my cheek, sliding his hand down an inch or two to pin my throat to the mattress. Being held down by him as he took what he wanted from my body was hot as hell. There was a trust there that shouldn’t be possible after only knowing someone for a week, but it was undeniable.
Then he pushed inside, parting my tight muscles, and I couldn’t think about anything else. Everything in my mind narrowed down to the sensation of being filled by this man I wanted so very desperately. It hurt a little, a quick sting as he pressed himself to his hilt inside me. But the discomfort soon passed as he started to move against me. He held himself above me on rigidly muscled arms, and one hand snaked between us to circle my clit again, sending new wetness from my core to coat him. He grunted as I got comfortable and started to bring my hips up to meet his steady thrusts.
“Christ, Kat,” he muttered as he started to fuck me harder. “You’ll be the end of me.”
His words sank through my subconscious and prickled at me like a tiny thorn on a rose stem. Would Jae get hurt because of me? It wasn’t something I’d expected to care about when I’d begged him to keep me. That day in the warehouse, he’d been an icily cold, gorgeous stranger with compelling eyes. I hadn’t known I would love him so effortlessly.
Love him?Wow, I was no doubt setting a new record for virgins falling in love with their first fuck, yet I knew deep down it was more than that. I respected this man, admired him, and wanted him without end. I loved him. I’d been waiting my entire life to meet someone like him in my brutal and unforgiving world. I gripped his shoulders tightly, a sudden wave of tears pressing against my eyelids. Would Konstantin target Jae for having me? Would the Ivanov Bratva come against the Songs? They would be mad to try, but Kon had never been accused of being sane.
“Hey, stay here with me,” Jae suddenly said, cupping my face and pulling me from my panicked thoughts.
He rolled his hips against me and made me groan. His lips met mine, and I felt another peak rushing toward me. His body moved too beautifully against me, and his cock slid too deep and deliciously inside me to hold back.
“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” I gasped, on the edge of coming or crying. It wasn’t clear which.
Jae rested his forehead against mine, his hips relentless now as they surged into me. I was so wet I was sure my juices were dripping onto the sheets.
“Too late to worry about that, Kat. Anyway, it’s not your job. It’s mine. I won’t let anything happen to either of us,” Jae breathed against my temple.
Twinges were fluttering through me, building and building.“Really?” I gasped, teetering on the edge.
“Really. You have to trust me,” he said through gritted teeth.
Then he slammed deep inside me, rubbing my clit hard and fast in a sudden change of pace that sent me spiraling over that edge and spinning out to space. He followed me, filling me with wet warmth as I clung to him, riding the wave of pure pleasure he’d given me. He pumped his hot cum inside me, making me feel cherished and filthy. It wasn’t just his strong, masterful touch or how his dick rubbed all the perfect places inside me. It was also his words and his steadfast tone.
You have to trust me
I knew without thinking about it that I already did.
CHAPTER12
Jae Han
“Iwant eyes on them. What is Kon thinking? Does he know she’s here?” I struggled to keep the desperation from my voice as I stared out the window into the dark evening. From up here, the city lights were a beautiful landbound constellation. Too bad the reality of those lights was much uglier. People messed up, lied, and twisted things until they were unrecognizable.
Hanging up with my number two, I dialed my closest friend outside the Song family.
Rocco Luciano answered on the second ring. Music crowded through the handset as he answered. He was no doubt at one of the Luciano clubs. The man seemed to thrive being right in the thick of it.
“Well, well, someone’s been a naughty boy,” Rocco drawled, immediately setting my teeth on edge.
“You’ve heard.” It wasn’t a question.
“Of course, I’ve heard. I saw her in person at the christening, and I thought she looked familiar, but it wasn’t until I was home that I twigged. I figured you’d have worked it out by now.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger,” Rocco teased before dropping the jovial act. “What are you going to do?”
“What can I do? She’s his sister. Konstantin fucking Ivanov.”
