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My hand went back to her nape, keeping her face pressed to the wood. I notched myself at her opening. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Princess."

Her moan was all I needed. I slammed into her tight cunt, bottoming out inside her. Her scream filled the room and I grinned as I pulled out and thrust back in again. I didn't give her a chance to adjust to my size. If she wanted soft and sweet, she'd have to get that from the others. Rough and punishing was my style. We were about to see if she could keep up with me. If she didn't enjoy a little spark of pain with her pleasure she and I weren't going to work out. Better to find out now than later down the road.

My fingers dug into her hip and neck as I fucked her like a man possessed, slamming in and out of her pussy over and over again until we were both panting. Her moans filled the air, mixing with my grunts as I worked us both up toward orgasm. Her hands were fisted against the table top, but she wasn't asking me to stop. She wasn't reaching backward to shove me away.

The wet slapping sound filling the air was enough evidence to us both that she was drenched. I could feel her juices running down my length and coating my balls. My hand slid down from her hip to between her thighs where we were joined. I pressed on her clit with one finger, rubbing circles around it while I continued to pound into her tight pussy.

She screamed as she came again, her cunt squeezing me so tightly it was like a vise around my cock. I groaned, fighting to keep from coming right along with her. Not yet. I wanted more of this. More of her.

My fingers tightened around her neck as I leaned over her back. My lips brushed her ear as she panted beneath me. "You want my cum?"

"Yes," she moaned.

I grinned against the skin of her cheek. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Yes!"

"You want me to make you mine?"

She hesitated and that was all the answer I needed. She wasn't ready for that yet. I pulled out, ignoring my own need for release, and flipped her over onto her back. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at me. I stepped back between her legs, spreading them wide so I could look down at her gaping pussy. She was going to be sore for the rest of the day and that made me grin. I wanted her to remember this. Remember me. Know exactly who fucked her into a screaming orgasm.

My fingers dug into her thighs as I pulled her closer to me and slammed back inside her. The table rocked beneath us as I fucked into her again and again, my gaze locked with hers. "You're going to come for me one more time before I let you go."

Her eyes widened even more and she started to shake her head. "I can't," she panted.

I grinned wickedly down at her. "Oh yes you can." My finger went back to her clit, rubbing circles around it until she started to squirm beneath me. I knew she was getting close when she started to moan louder and louder, the sound filling the room and making my cock throb inside of her.

"Come for me," I demanded.

Her scream filled the air as her pussy clenched around me again. My name echoed off the walls, satisfying me in a way I couldn't explain. It was like my name on her lips was a claim of possession and I wanted everyone to know that this woman belonged to me. That she was mine.

My own orgasm rushed through me and I groaned out her name as I came deep inside of her.

CHAPTER 23

Weaver

"Where are we headed?" Suave asked.

I closed the door behind me and pointed down the street. "There's a bar near here that I caught the signal at. Let's go." I had a feeling I knew why someone was suddenly zeroing in on me. The other day when I'd hacked into about twenty different databases—law enforcement, military, and criminal alike—had probably sent up some alerts and someone was trying to find me.

Guilt was clawing at my chest. Normally this wouldn't be a huge deal. We typically moved so often that by time they found where I was located we'd already moved on. But this time, we were staying in one place because of Cat. If she was in even more danger because of something I did... Well, that was why I was pushing myself so hard to trace that damn signal from last night.

I was so lost in my own thoughts, and worries, it took me about two blocks before I even realized I was walking with the man I so badly needed to speak to. There were too many things competing for my attention. I cleared my throat and saw Suave look at me from the corner of my eye. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Okay."

"About Cat," I clarified.

"Go for it."

Swallowing, I tried to decide what the best way to tell him was. In the end, I just blurted it out. "I slept with her last night." I stopped walking as he did, waiting to see what he'd say. He was staring at me, but didn't look angry. And he wasn't pounding me into the pavement, so I continued. "And this morning." That wasn't what I meant to add. I was planning to say something like it had been an accident. Only it wasn't. Or maybe that I'd been planning to come to him to discuss things first. That was at least true, but the other thing popped out of my mouth.

Suave's laughter surprised me. He slapped my back, nearly knocking me forward onto my face. The guy was an absolute beast and didn't know his own strength sometimes. "Good for you." He started walking again.

I was left behind, gaping at his broad back as he kept heading toward the bar. After a few moments, I hurried to catch up with him. "You're not mad?"

He frowned over at me. "Why would I be?"

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