Page 19 of Ruthless Wars

I arch a brow. “Sounds like you have a problem to solve.”

Pleased, he seems to enjoy my defiance. “Life’s a negotiation, Margot. If you want another orgasm out here, there will be consequences.”

“Out here,” I whisper, double daring him to do his worst.

Kissing me, he cups my cheek before sliding a large hand over my mouth. “Okay?”

I nod.

Turning serious, he narrows his eyes. “If you need me to stop, snap your fingers. Do it now.”

Instantly, I do. Watching me, he slips a finger between my folds, swiping back up across my clit. My head falls back and my eyes shut.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

Slowly, he presses two fingers in, pumping and hitting me exactly where I need it. I writhe and moan and can’t believe how fast he rips an even stronger orgasm from me.

Admittedly, it’s been a while. But still. The man definitely knows what he’s doing.

Kissing my neck, he growls, “I need your next one on my cock, temptress.”

Tugging his fingers free, Coop strips off the remainder of his clothes, then retrieves a condom from his pocket and sheaths himself.

There’s no mistaking the deepening lust in his eyes. They’re darker as his gaze washes over me, first admiring my loosely tied wrists before slowly taking in every inch of me, stopping at my soaking-wet pussy. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but there’s a hunger in his gaze beyond a one-night fuck.

As he places another kiss on my lips, his dick hardens to titanium as it slides up and down my folds, then presses to my entrance. His hand covers my mouth again.

Harshly, he demands, “Snap your fingers again.”

I do as he asks, snapping into the air. His sudden thrust shoves hard into me, and I moan loudly behind his hand, pulling in a long breath through my nose. His hand releases me, and his lips kiss mine.

“You’re too much.” I sigh, panting through my words, feeling every raw inch of him against my walls.

“Was that a finger snap?” he asks half-rhetorically, dragging himself out slowly.

My eyes meet his, but I say nothing, consumed by simply breathing.

“I didn’t think so.”

Swiftly, he shoves another hard thrust deep inside my heat, splitting me so much wider. I feel like I can’t breathe, but I don’t want him to stop.

Growing concerned at my whimpers, he says, “I can ease up,” and begins to pull himself out, inch by agonizing inch.

Instantly, my legs wrap around him, pulling him deep inside me. He hisses when my heels graze him.

“Fuck,” he says, gruff and breathily, both pleasing and punishing me with several deep, powerful thrusts.

I muster enough sense to whisper, “I’m close.”

His pounding quickens, and my walls spasm, clenching hard on his cock.

“God, yes. Come for me, Margot.”

My body rocks wildly with his as he loses himself in me, filling me to the hilt. I can feel every bit of him fill me as he pulses hard.

When his own unleashed cry carries my name well beyond the point of neighborly, I slip a hand free and smother his lips with my fingers.

Struggling for air, he finally calms enough to say, “Hey.” He huffs, kissing my hand. “You slipped out.”

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