Page 53 of Falling for the Enemy

“Are you going to continue running your mouth?” I undulate my hips, seeking pressure against his hard length. “Or are you going to give me what I want? If it’s the former, then maybe one of your men can come in here and take care of—”

I yelp as he flips me onto all fours, my toes curling in my stilettos when his palm lands on my ass—hard—sending a cracking sound reverberating throughout the room. My lips part, the venom I’m a second from spitting at him over such a disrespectful move dripping from my tongue.

The audacity!

But the toxic words are lost when his right hand bands around the front of my neck, erasing my ability to breathe, much less speak.

“Careful, Manzana.” Lips hovering next to my ear, his chest and abs blanket my back as the sound of him tugging down his zipper echoes off the ivory walls. “You ever allow another to touch what’s mine and I’ll slit their throat. Then I’ll fuck you before their dying corpse, ensuring the last thing they ever see is you taking the cock of the man who just took their life.”

Such a promise shouldn’t turn me on. Especially since I’m not his to make these types of threats over. But neither the quaking in my thighs nor the throbbing tension that settles deep in my lower belly when he speaks them can be denied.

I turn my face to his, a move he allows by dropping his grip. Our rapid exhales mix, each of us breathing the other’s in. “You can try.” I kiss him and nip his lower lip, my need for affection as great as my desire to feel him temporarily claim me. “But who I give my body to is my—”

I scream, the primal sound tearing from the darkest recesses of my chest when he slams his khui inside me. The burning pleasure and fiery pain as he fills me to the hilt without warning, tunneling deep and bruising places of me that Capone never could’ve, wrenches the remaining air from my lungs.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust.

Not before withdrawing and slamming back inside, the single thrust punishing. “Nyet, wait!” His hips flex, the fabric of the slacks he still wears rubbing against the backs of my legs. “Give me a minute. You’re…”

Huge, I mentally finish.

My eyes slam closed, and I clench the sheets as his hand fists my hair. Jerking my head back, he bites the side of my throat, undoubtedly leaving the imprint of his teeth behind as prickles of electricity erupt down my spine, a painful twinge developing between my shoulder blades.

The bastard is branding me.

It’s another strike against him.

“Breathe, baby.” Voice rough and distorted, I barely recognize it as his. “You can take me.” Releasing my locks, he grasps my hips and slowly withdraws, the loss of pain mixed with pleasure pushing me close to losing what I value most—control. “Turn over.”

Touch softening, he lifts me and turns me to my back before I have the chance to obey his sharply spoken command. Not that I would’ve. Despite my momentary earlier obedience, he hasn’t earned my full submission.

Nor will he ever.

Eyes once more captivated by my pussy, he lifts my legs, hooking my knees over his shoulders. Cock in hand, he spears my lips, his broad crown nudging my aching clit. I arch my back again, my hands going to my tits. “That’s it. Touch yourself for me, Hermosa.”

I moan in reply, uncaring that he’s gained the upper hand as he notches his khui at my entrance and slides in slowly, causing nerves I never knew existed to flare to life. His hands shake, his fingers grasping the front of my thighs for purchase as he sinks impossibly deeper, beads of sweat running along his clenched jaw.

“Look at how you take me.” Eyes locked on the place where our bodies meet, he licks his lower lip, withdrawing, then plunging once more. “Such a good girl.”

I drop my head back, gasping for air and tugging my nipples, his words of praise ones I never would’ve expected myself to tolerate, much less love. They leave me instantly addicted and wanting more.

He reads my unspoken needs, both his mind and body perfectly in tune with mine. Picking up the pace, the brutality of which he slams into me threatening to rend me in two, the delicious burn intensifying, he hurtles me toward the point of no return.

A place no man has ever taken me.

“Are you going to keep behaving and show me just how beautiful you look when you come?” He doesn’t give me time to answer. Not before sliding his hand down my thigh and resting it above my pussy, his thumb circling my clit with alternating speed and pressure. Slow. Hard. Fast. Soft. “I want it, Ari. I want you to come, your tight pussy soaking my—”

My head hits the wrought-iron headboard, the deafening sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as he rails his length into me, ruining me for vibrators and other men alike.

I’ll never be the same.

Not after he’s been between my legs.

The screams of pleasure that fall from my lips, one after the other, however, aren’t a good enough response for my enemy.

Nyet, he wants more.

“A la mierda.” Fuck it. Back teeth gritted, he leans forward, bending me in half, and wraps his free hand around the front of my throat. “If you won’t give it to me, I’ll take it.”

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