Page 29 of The Rusalka and Mr. Right

“Nn-nn!” I protest, mouth clamping down on the back of her neck as I obey, fingers locking over hers as we curl the sheets into our pleasure-clenched fists. “The siren just wants company, baby. She needs a sailor who's looking for love. He’ll give her whatever she wants because she likes it. Because he wants her to sing for him again.”

“Her song is deadly.” Ass rolls back, hips thrust up, trapping me in deeper, taking away my ability to speak for a second.

Finally, I can pant, “This isn’t mythology—even if sometimes I swear you’re magical.”

The rings release and warm waves of fluttering friction caress my cock. I can move now, and I do, pounding into her as I press her into the mattress. Her moans and the wetness on my thighs tells me I’m doing something right.

I release her fingers and slide my hands under her chest to cup her breasts. We’re flat to the bed, two slippery seals humping and rolling, little more than animals wrapped in a haze of forbidden pleasure. “You can come like this?” I demand.

“Yes. God, yes,” her cry is stilted and broken. She turns her head to the side and looks up at me, breathless, cherry-wine lips parted in a pant.

I lay my lips to her ear to whisper. “Just like this? Hard and deep in your ass? Like this?”

“Please!”

“And when I get cleaned up, I get that pussy, too? Right, mermaid?”

“Siren. Rusalka,” she whimpers, eyes closing.

“Rusalka?”

“They... They’re from my culture. Deadly, dangerous sirens. Dark mermaids. Walk among men. Trap them.”

I withdraw from Marina, leaving her whimper to become a keening wail. I force her over before colliding heavily with her, chest to chest, nose to nose as I slide past her leaking slit andsplit her tighter tunnel open again. I feel her belly heave and clench under mine, swallowing up her moans with a hungry kiss.

“You trap men?” My voice is low, challenging. For a second, I can’t tell if I’m playing.

I don’t think I am.

Marina opens her eyes, but they slide away from mine. A guilty flush covers her cheeks. No words. Just a tiny nod.

“Well. Jokes on you, baby. You caught me—but Iwantedto end up in your net. How’s that? Mermaid catches the man on her beautifulhooks.” I plunge in hard and this time I stay there, watching her come apart around me, thighs shaking, pelvis trembling against mine.

Marina digs her hands into my back, head thrown back and thrashing. A string of desperate Slavic-sounding words fill the air between us, but they turn into English. “Only because she was hungry. Lonely. So tired. So sad.”

I know something is missing, some puzzle piece I don’t get, but I don’t care. Someone fucked up this girl, and I’m Mr. Fix-It. Always have been. “I was lonely, too,” I comfort. “Hungry for something. Someone. Someone like you.”

Marina nods, and her body caresses mine, pulling and kneading on my cock with her magical muscles.

There’s that word again.

She looks into my eyes when I finally burst, filling her, trapped deep inside.

“Just like you,” she mouths before she kisses me again.

Chapter Ten

“Ihave to go out tonight.”

“But it’s Friday. Date night.”

He makes me laugh. Date night. As if we have normal little human rituals. As if we hadn’t eaten dinner together and made love after every night for two straight weeks.

Kevin finishes shaving and flexes his rippling abdominals in the mirror. They’re more defined than they were last week. I’m giving him quite a workout.

I, on the other hand, probably look like I’ve put on weight. I step from the shower and put a hand on my hip. Yes. Fuller. I make a clucking sound of dismay. “You’ve been overfeeding me,” I sigh.

He steps behind me and grabs my cheeks in both hands with a satisfied grunt. “Girl, you’re crazy. This ass is a masterpiece.” He bends down and bites me softly on one cheek, grabbing the other with a squeeze.

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