Page 34 of Twisted Fate

I’m so close. So close. So—

He thrusts hard and holds still and I feel him throbbing inside me as he comes, my own orgasm crashing through me. I scream my release, my world spinning, heart hammering. I collapse beneath him, his chest against my back, the weight of him pinning me.

I lie there slowly coming back to myself. My only thought is that I just had the best sex of my entire life. Whatever happened to Damian tonight, he brought his pain and need and rage and desire to me. He came to me.

And that I am secretly, darkly glad that he did.

I am so screwed.

13

Damian

Alina lies next to me in the big bed, her legs intertwined with mine, my arm around her, her head on my shoulder. She is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever known.

“So…what was that all about?” she asks.

“Is that a complaint?” I say, tipping my head so I can look down at her.

“Definitely not.” Her lush lips curve in a smile that makes me want to kiss her. “It’s just…if you want to talk, I’m a good listener.”

I’m quiet for a moment, surprised to find that I do want to talk. It’s an uncharacteristic inclination, one I can’t give in to. Telling Alina about what happened at the warehouse is not in the cards.

Still, I find myself saying, “There are things about my job that I do not enjoy.” That’s an understatement.

I’d left Luca to supervise the clean-up at the warehouse. Get rid of the body. Hose everything down. I’d called Leo to let him know Nikolai’s concern had been dealt with. I’ll fill him in in person. Some things we don’t discuss on the phone. Definitely don’t put in a text.

I’d headed to my place, showered, changed my clothes. But I’d been wired, the kind of wired that needs release before it incinerates everything it touches.

I’d intended to drive out to the desert and let the night sky and open road burn off the sensation of my skin being too tight. Instead, I’d found myself at the penthouse.

Just seeing Alina had quieted the burn in my veins a little.

Fucking her had quieted it a lot.

I’ve wanted her since the first moment I saw her. That wanting was nearing obsession. I’d thought that having her would change that. It didn’t. Now that I’ve tasted the forbidden fruit, I just want her more. I want every part of her. Every morsel.

She sits up and looks down at me, dragging the sheet to her chest. “There are things about your job that you don’t enjoy? Seriously?”

She sounds…incredulous? No. There’s a bite of sarcasm in her tone.

“Seriously,” I say, wary.

A small laugh escapes her. “You’re very spoiled.”

“What?” I’m as much startled by her words as by the fact that she had the brass balls to say them.

“You had to do something for work that you didn’t enjoy and that sent you here stalking me like a predator?”

It’s my turn to laugh. “I wouldn’t exactly put it like that.”

“How would you put it?”

“I didn’t stalk you. I fucked you.”

She offers a satisfied smirk. “Yes, you did. Very efficiently.”

“Efficiently? Meaning, what?”

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