Page 70 of Caught By Menace

“Yes, Menace?”

Silence stretched between them. He seemed to be struggling to find the right words. Finally he exhaled and said, “Are you ready to get dressed and return to our quarters?”

Hope deflated within her. For the briefest of moments, she’d believed he was going to sayit. A pang of sadness stabbed her gut at the realization that she wasn’t going to hear that four-letter word tonight. Part of her wondered if it wouldn’t be easier to be the first to blurt it out but she’d never said it to any man. The fear of saying it to Menace when he wasn’t ready to return the sentiment absolutely killed her. No, he had to go first.

Refusing to let her issues cloud the wonder of the experience they’d shared, Naya forced her troubling thoughts aside. She wrapped her arms around Menace’s shoulders and teased her lips across his. They shared a sensual, easy kiss. She grinned and whispered, “Take me home, Master.”

Chapter Fifteen

Menace couldn’t imaginea better way to wake up than with Naya bouncing on his lap and his cock buried in her snug pussy. Her rapturous sighs and soft moans filled him with such pleasure. He cupped her lush breasts and enjoyed the weight of them in his hands. She was an absolute vision with her wild hair and smoky eyes. The sight of his blue collar around her neck made his chest burn.Mine.

Gripping her collar, he tugged her down for a demanding kiss. She whimpered against his lips. He plundered her mouth, leaving her shaking and clutching at his arms. Hands on her hips now, Menace planted his feet on the bed and pounded into her silky, wet heat. Growling, he thrust into her harder and faster. He chased his own climax but needed to feel her come first.

Mouth open, she let loose an unending series of cries. “Ah! Ah!Ah!”

Another sound, this one annoying and insistent, interrupted the perfect soundtrack of his woman enjoying a ride on his cock. The doorbell chime drew Naya’s attention. He cursed silently and touched her cheek, forcing her gaze to him. “Ignore it.”

“But—”

“They can leave us a message.” Menace thrust up into her and she whimpered. “Ignore it.”

They tuned out the merciless chime and focused solely on each other. Menace watched her face and listened to her breathing pattern. Her eyes widened slightly and her breaths grew shallow and fast. Wetter and tighter, Naya gripped his cock with her pussy. She shifted forward and lowered her upper body.Her clit came into constant contact with his pelvis. She rubbed herself against him until she exploded.

He lost control when she shrieked his name. Slamming deep into her, Menace jerked with blissful spasms. The muscles of his abdomen and thighs blazed but he didn’t care. The early-morning workout was more than worth it.

Cradled in his arms, Naya breathed heavily and drew on his chest. The sensation of her fingertip scribbling on his skin brought to mind an appointment he needed to make with one of the tattoo artists. It was time to have their family crest designed and applied to his body.

Certain it was the right moment to finally tell Naya what he truly felt for her, Menace caressed her face and coaxed her mouth to meet his. He threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her tenderly. She tilted her head and studied him. “What is it?”

Her softly spoken words bolstered his courage. He suspected that she expected him to go first in declaring his love for her. After the way she’d been let down in her past, he understood why. “Naya, I—”

The doorbell chime ruined the moment. Just as insistent as earlier, someone tapped the keypad over and over. Infuriated by the interruption, Menace exhaled roughly. He gently rolled Naya onto her back and kissed her. “Hold that thought.”

She smiled and smacked his bare ass. “Holding.”

Laughing, he grabbed the pants he’d discarded so quickly last night and hopped into them. With one final look at Naya’s gorgeous, naked curves, Menace left their bedroom. He strode to the door, tapped the Unlock button on the keypad and yanked it open the second the locks released. “What?”

Terror’s face greeted him. Menace instantly noticed the tightness to his friend’s expression. He’d known Terror longenough to read him easier than most. Something bad had happened.

Terror’s one-eyed gaze moved over Menace’s sweaty, half-dressed form. “I hope you enjoyed that. It’s probably going to be the last fuck you ever have with her.”

Shock tore through Menace. Anger followed quickly. “How dare you—”

“Spare me.” Terror threw his arm out, hitting Menace right in the throat and knocking him off balance. He shoved his way inside and pushed Menace into the wall. “Where the hell is she?”

Enraged by his friend’s treatment, Menace slammed both hands into Terror’s chest and forced him against the opposite wall. “What is wrong with you? You can’t barge into my home and demand to see my wife.”

“Actually I can.” Terror snapped his fingers and more soldiers, all of them decked out in full gear and carrying weapons at the ready, poured into his hallway. Menace gaped at the sight of Raze and Venom. Both men looked unhappy to be there.

Raze stepped between them. He put up a hand to stop Terror from advancing and glanced at Menace. “Let’s give them five minutes to get dressed.”

“I’ll supervise,” Venom offered. “We want them to cooperate.”

Cooperate? Menace’s gut twisted with fear. What the fuck was happening?

Terror exhaled roughly. “Fine. Five minutes, but if I hear either of them talking, they’re both getting hoods.”

Cold with dread, Menace stared at Terror. This was the version of his friend he’d hoped never to meet. This version of Terror could make a person disappear. This version of Terror was more dangerous than anything else in the entire arsenal of the Harcos forces.

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