Her moans. Her whimpers. Her cries.
Fuck, the things they do to me. I feel savage in my desire to claim Tess, to fuck her raw, to own every inch of her.
Breaking the kiss, I drink in the ecstasy on her face, illuminated by the light falling into the bedroom from the open bathroom door. I relish in the feel of her soft curves, my hand sliding down to find her sexy as fuck ass.
She might hate me, but her pussy fucking loves me.
My fingers dig into her asscheek, and she clamps hard around my cock, her body taken over by another orgasm. Her lips part, her eyelashes half-mast, the moans and needy sobs – it’s fucking intoxicating.
“Nikolas,” she gasps, so much fucking desperation in my name as if she’s praying to me to make her come.
I’ve never been so ravenous for a woman before, and no matter how hard I take her, how deep I bury myself inside her, it’s not enough.
It will never be enough.
When her climax reaches its peak, pure and unadulterated pleasure streaks down my spine, tightens my balls, and makes me swell even more. I erupt with a growl, and using all my strength, I pound into the woman who’s turned me into a feral animal.
My forehead drops to her shoulder, my arms clamp around her, pressing her bare breasts to my chest, and I fucking come so hard, I lose all sense of my surroundings.
There’s only Tess. Her body. Her scent. Her sounds.
Jesus.
I throb inside her until every drop has been spilled, and the need to tear her apart creeps back into the dark corners.
Sucking in desperate breaths of air, I hold her so tight it has to hurt, but I can’t bring myself to let go. Not yet.
Dragging my nose over her soft skin, I inhale deeply, savoring the fresh scent of her body wash mixing with her sweat. She smells like sex. Like us.
My teeth scrape over her still fluttering pulse, and I love that it’s racing because of me.
Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Tess. With her pussy still wrapped tightly around me and her naked body in my firm hold, I watch as she becomes uncomfortable. Now that our desires have been satisfied and reality creeps back in, she struggles to face me.
My lips curve up. “You love my cock so fucking much you came three times.”
Her cheeks flush with an innocent, pink tinge, and her eyes lower to my neck.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Reluctantly she obeys, her gaze finding mine.
“Admit you loved me fucking you,” I order, determined to hear the words from her.
“You’re an asshole.” She tries to push away from me, and my cock slips out. I shove her back onto the mattress, and crowding her with my body, I glance down between us, a smirk forming on my face from knowing it’s my cum coating her inner thighs.
Reaching down, I swipe up our joint arousal and bring my finger to her mouth. When she clamps her lips together, I coat them, a low satisfied hum rippling from my chest. “Unless you want me to fuck your mouth, admit it.”
Frustration and something similar to shame tighten her features. “I loved you fucking me.” Whether it’s to tease me or defy me, I’ll never know, but when Tess’ tongue darts out and she licks our arousal off her lips, I start to fear I’ll never be able to get her out of my system.
Christ, help me.
Pushing away from her, I stalk to the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me.
I strip out of my suit, and opening the faucets, I step beneath the spray. I use the little minx’ body wash, something flowery, and scrub the day’s worry from my skin.
It only takes me a couple of minutes to shower, and when I step out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist, Tess’ eyes lock on my chest.
Instantly, desire floods her gaze, and her breathing speeds up. She clearly likes what she sees from where she’s sitting on the side of the bed, already dressed in a pair of skimpy shorts and a t-shirt that does nothing to hide her hard nipples.
Jesus. Just like that, I’m hard again.
Instead of fucking her mouth like I want to, I stalk to the other side of the bed and fall back onto the mattress. I take hold of my gun and shove it beneath the pillow, then throwing an arm across my face, I let out a tired sigh.
“Are we going to talk?” Tess asks. I hear her move but couldn’t be bothered to open my eyes.
“No. I’m going to nap, and you’re going to keep quiet.”
I feel her lie down beside me. “Will we ever talk about this?”
Not if I can help it. “Later.”
“When you wake up,” she demands, which is really cute. She thinks she can tell me what to do.
Blindly searching for her hand, I take hold and pull it to my chest. I flatten her palm over my heart and slowly take a deep breath.
Her touch is so fucking soothing, I fall asleep before I can try to process what she’s doing to me and how I’m going to handle it.
Waking up in Tess’ bed, the sun’s already starting to rise.
Fuck.
I shoot up and glance around the room before looking at the sleeping woman beside me. Tess is curled up on her side, and she looks peaceful and not like the goddess of mischief and defiance she really is.
Checking the time, I calculate that I slept a total of nine hours.
This has never happened.
What. The. Fuck.
Slipping off the bed, I discard the towel and quickly get dressed in my suit. As I button my shirt, I stand and watch Tess, wondering what I’m going to do with the little problem.
I didn’t plan on fucking her last night. I just wanted to scare the shit out of her so she’d fucking listen.
But instead, you were balls deep inside her.
Christ, I’ve slept with my fair share of women, but none of them can hold a candle to Tess. She was exquisite.
I shrug on my jacket and step into my shoes. Adjusting my cuffs, my eyes find the sleeping siren again.
What am I going to do with her?
We can’t do this again. She’s a distraction I seriously can’t afford with the Sicilians breathing down my neck.
I walk closer until I’m right next to the bed, and placing my hands on either side of her head, I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. My eyes drift shut, and I take a deep breath of her. She still smells like us.
Like me deep inside her.
Tipping my face down, I press a kiss to her lips, savoring the softness of them, then I grab my gun from beneath the pillow, and pulling away, I stalk out of the bedroom.
Last night I came in through the fire escape. It was way too easy. I need to have more security added to Tess’ apartment.
Leaving the building, I glare at James and Grant. “If you lose her again, you’re fucking dead.”
“Yes, boss,” James answers while Grant just stares at me.
“I’m sending over two more men. Arthur and Michael.”
“Yes, boss.”
Walking to my SUV and seeing Loukas instead of Gregory, guilt threatens to slither its way into my chest. Andreas is standing by the other SUV with my guards.
Gregory’s probably dead by now.
When I reach Andreas, he gives me a stupid fucking grin.
“Shut up,” I warn him.
“You look rested,” the fucker remarks anyway.
“Any word on Gregory,” I pop his bubble, his face instantly becoming somber.
“Yeah, he was dropped off at the office just shy of midnight.”
Nodding, I let out a sigh. “We’ll bury him.” My eyes rake over the quiet street. “Then it’s fucking war.”
Heading to my SUV, I climb into the backseat. “The office.”
“Yes, boss.”
As I’m driven to the other side of the city, my thoughts return to Tess. I have to do something about her. Like I said earlier, she’s a distraction I can’t afford.
A muscle starts to jump in my jaw as the realization of what I have to do settles bitter in my stomach.
I have to arrange a marriage for her. Christos, my cousin, would be the best option, and it would put Tess on a different continent.
Where I can’t get my hands on her.
Where she’ll be safe.
Closing my eyes, I rub over my forehead, still tired as fuck even though I had a good night’s rest.
I’m going to arrange a marriage for Tess, and that will be the end of it.
