Page 27 of Toxic

“Hawk…”

“Say my name like that again,” he orders.

“Hawk, please,” I finally give in and beg.

He swipes his tongue over my clit and then thrusts into me, licking and sucking. I gulp, wiggling in his grasp. I’m so close. He sucks harder. I jerk and scream. My orgasm tears through me like a storm over tornado alley. Quick and devastating.

I don’t have a chance to catch my breath before he’s on me, instantly driving deep into my still-quivering sex. He kisses me and immediately takes control. Every thrust is a branding. He owns me. I moan and beg again.

I’ve never felt a hunger, no, a need like this before. I am desperate for him. I want to be his forever. To be taken, owned, and kept by him.

His thrusts are deep and fast, keeping me lost in the sea of need. Pressure builds so fast, I gasp when he grinds deep into me. The dam inside me breaks. My body shakes as a tide of pleasure swallows me. I curl my body into him, holding him hostage while I ride the storm. The lines of his face tighten and he holds himself rigid above me.

“Fuck!”

Yes. Finally. He groans and his rigidity melts from his frame as he fills me with his cum. We pant in unison, both trying to catch our breaths. I caress his back and smile. I love this man.

THIRTEEN

The satisfying crunch of bone beneath my fist reverberates through the gym. My sparring partner crumples, gasping for air. I step back, chest heaving, adrenaline coursing through my veins. It’s not enough. The burn in my muscles, the sting of split knuckles—it’s all just white noise compared to the thoughts churning in my mind.

Devin.

Her name echoes in my head like a siren’s call, equal parts temptation and warning. I grab a towel, wiping sweat from my brow as I move to the tablet perched on a nearby bench. Security reports flicker to life, a digital mosaic of Viktor Kazanov’s crumbling empire. Cyber-attacks, misinformation campaigns, financial discrepancies—all executed with surgical precision.

A smirk tugs at my lips. It’s her handiwork, no doubt. The realization sends a jolt of electricity down my spine, arousal mingling with a hint of danger. Devin’s not just a pretty face with a sharp mind—she’s a force of nature, capable of toppling empires from behind a screen.

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of sweat and leather fills my nostrils, grounding me. When I open them again,my reflection stares back from the mirrored wall. The man I see is hungry, not just for power or control, but for her.

Hours later, I step into the penthouse, the scent of garlic and wine greeting me. Devin stands at the stove, her back to me. For a moment, I allow myself to drink in the sight of her—the curve of her hips, the elegant line of her neck. She turns, a small smile playing on those tempting lips.

“Perfect timing,” she says, lifting a bottle of wine. “Care to do the honors?”

I cross the room in measured strides, taking the bottle from her hands. Our fingers brush, and I feel her pulse quicken. She’s good at hiding it, but I catch the almost imperceptible hitch in her breath. I lean in close, my lips a whisper away from her ear.

“My pleasure,” I murmur, enjoying the slight shiver that runs through her.

We settle at the dining table, the city sprawling below us like a glittering carpet. Devin takes a sip of wine, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop on her lower lip. My eyes track the movement, heat coiling in my gut.

“When do you think it’ll be safe for me to return to my apartment?” she asks, her tone deceptively casual.

I study her over the rim of my glass, noting the way her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the stem. The diamonds around the emerald stone on her ring sparkle in the low light. “You’re eager to leave?”

“I appreciate your hospitality,” she says, meeting my gaze. “But I miss my own space. Besides, it seems Viktor has backed off.”

“What makes you think Viktor has stopped pursuing you?” I press, leaning forward slightly.

Devin pauses, and I can almost see the gears turning behind those captivating eyes. “Just a feeling,” she answers after a moment. “Things have been quiet lately.”

“A feeling?” I echo, my voice low and charged. “Or do you know something I don’t?”

She shrugs, the movement graceful and practiced. “I’ve been keeping my ears open. Word on the street is that Viktor has bigger problems.”

“Interesting,” I remark, standing slowly. I move behind her chair, my hands coming to rest on her shoulders. I feel her tense slightly under my touch. “Considering how closely I monitor such matters, it’s curious that you’re better informed.”

Devin tilts her head back, looking up at me. There’s a challenge in her eyes that makes my blood sing. “Perhaps you underestimate my connections.”

I lean down, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Maybe it’s time you tell me more about these connections,” I suggest, my voice a low growl.

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