Page 77 of Falling for the Enemy

She yelps when I lift her into my arms and climb off the bed. Her arms circle my neck as I cross the room and push through the balcony door that comprises the center of the floor-to-ceiling windows she enjoys taunting me from.

A week ago the little witch threatened to give one of my soldiers a taste of what’s mine. Now she’s offering to use a toy in place of my cock. Such manipulation can’t go unpunished. I enjoy her resistance and fire, but there’s only so much I’ll let slide.

My limit has been reached.

When I’m done with her, everyone, her men included, will know exactly who she belongs to—the enemy she once plotted to kill but is now quickly falling for. Even if her lips won’t admit the truth that shines in her blue eyes each time she looks my way.

Si, she has me wrapped around her finger.

But I have her twined around mine as well.

Lying her down on top of the large wooden table near the banister, I wrench her legs open, wedging my hips between her thighs. “Where’s Mina’s bedroom?”

Her lips part, my unexpected question taking her by surprise. “Why?”

I push her knees to her chest, my touch rough and demanding. “Tell me.” In one swift move, I shove my boxer briefs to the floor and step out of them, baring myself to her.

Cock in hand, I tap her clit and notch my crown at her entrance, dipping my thick length the barest inch inside before retreating. Self-torture. It’s the only way to describe such a move. “If you want me to feed your starving pussy, you’ll answer. I need to be sure she won’t see or hear—”

Her hips rock, seeking the pleasure her trembling body screams for. “Nyet, she won’t. Her room is on the other end of the mansion, her window facing the dock—”

I slam inside her.

She screams and I still, her wet heat clamping down on me. Hard.

“Mierda!” Fuck!

Air vanishes from my lungs. Heaven. This is it. My chest heaves on a deep breath, the hit of oxygen doing little to clear the spots that dance before my eyes.

Grinding my back teeth, I grab her wrists and force her shaking hands to grasp the backs of her knees. Control. I need to quickly harness it. “Look at how good you hold me, baby.”

The sound of my pounding pulse deafens me as I curl my palms around her shoulders, anchoring her in place. She won’t escape this time. “Now ask me to give you what we both want. Beg me to fuck you, gifting you what no other man is allowed to—”

“Zamolchi and fuck me!”

Eyes filling with fire, and with her demand for me to shut up and give her what she wants ringing loud and clear, she glares at me, then looks down at the place where our bodies meet, nearly all nine inches of my cock buried deep.

“If your side or head start to hurt, speak.” I may be seconds from tearing her pussy up, but worsening her injuries isn’t something I want to do. “Understand?”

To my surprise, she doesn’t argue.

Instead, she dips her chin.

Her silent agreement is enough for me.

I pull back achingly slow, and then surge forward in a powerful thrust, filling her to the hilt. I gnash my teeth as a bead of sweat rolls down my spine, my huevos drawing tight once more after a lone stroke.

“‘Oh bòzhe mòi’!”

“You calling out to God isn’t what I want to hear.” I tighten my grip on her shoulders. “If you want me to make you come again, it’ll be my name you scream, letting every one of your men know exactly who your pussy belongs to.” My stomach clenches, the urge to repeatedly drive into her riding me hard. “Along with your heart.”

Dazed eyes flaring, she shakes her head, the denial she’s undoubtedly clinging to by the tips of her nails making its presence known. She may not be ready to admit how she feels, but I’ve passed the point of caution.

My fucked-up heart is hers.

Wholly.

“Don’t worry, Mi Reina.” My queen, I say. “I’m going to spend my life worshiping both.” I grind into her before pulling back, leaving only an inch of me inside her. “Both your body…” Sliding my right hand down her chest, I rest it atop her thumping heart. “And this.”

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