Page 61 of Poison Evidence

He licked her again, then he slipped the condom on. He positioned himself on his knees behind her and reached around her thigh to stroke her clit as he pressed the tip of his penis against her wet slit. In one thrust, he was in deep, and she let out a groan of satisfaction that bounced off the cave walls.

He stroked her clit as he thrust, all thoughts of going slow long gone in the wake of the heat. She was slick and tight and hot and his.

All his.

She rose up on her hands, lifting her breasts from the mattress. He cupped one breast while he stroked her clit with his other hand. She let out a guttural sound as her vagina clenched around him. “Harder,” she said. “Don’t be gentle. Squeeze. Pinch. And fuck.”

He squeezed her breast and pinched her clit as he thrust into her with the force she demanded. The sounds she made morphed into a drawn-out moan that was as hot to his ears as her vagina felt on his cock. Her elbows gave out as she came, and she dropped to the mattress, her ass still high as he pounded into her and stroked her clit. She grabbed the blankets in her fists and groaned. “Yes. Oh. God. Yes.” A litany of pleasure he was making her sing.

Fucking beautiful. She was beautiful. The arch of her back, the roundness of her ass. The way his penis disappeared inside her body. Everything about the moment was glorious.

He came. Hard. Fast, and so very hot. He groaned as his body spasmed and pulsed with ejaculation, the pleasure of it as intense and consuming as he’d ever felt.

He collapsed on top of her, then shifted his weight to the side, rolling with her so he stayed inside her in a spooning position.

He was torn between wanting to nibble on her neck and wanting to pass out. He settled for cupping her breast. “You’re an amazing woman, Ivy.”

She rolled to her back, causing him to slip from her body. She turned her head and met his gaze. “I don’t want you to give up, Dimitri. Promise me you’ll try to find a way to live. To get out of this—whatever the situation is you’re in. Iknowpeople. Curt can help you cut a deal—”

His body went from hot to cold in the blink of an eye. That fast, his contentment vanished. That was what this had been about for her?

Once again, she’d surprised him. Jesus. Maybe shehadcalled Curt from the hilltop. He wouldn’t be surprised to learn the attorney general had ordered her to fuck him into surrendering.

Chapter Twenty

“Well, aren’t you the patriotic soldier?” Dimitri said with a sneer in his voice. “I didn’t take you for someone who’d use her body for a mission.”

Cold shot through Ivy as he launched himself from the bed. She scooted backward and hit her head on the cave wall, momentarily stunning her from speaking. She rubbed the back of her head and tried to get her bearings. Finally, she managed a weak-sounding “What?”

“Give it up. You aren’t the best actress. Jesus. Did Dominick order you to fuck me? Or was that all improv?”

If he’d been next to her, she would have slapped him. As it was, she was rendered speechless by a mix of hurt and rage. She’d just surrendered her body to him as completely as she could, and his first response was to accuse her of being a whore and then say she was lousy at it?

Anger broke the mute barrier, which was good, because if hurt won, it would be with tears. And she’d be damned before she’d cry in front of him over his insults. “You complete and utter ass. I don’t fuck for my country—between the two of us,I’mnot the one who’s a spy. How many women have you fucked for the job? I hope you had the decency to do a better job with them.”

She grabbed her clothes and yanked them on. She wanted to dive into the pool to wash his sweat from her skin, but she’d feel less vulnerable clothed.

“A better job? You didn’t seem like you were having a terrible time.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m a better actress than you think.” God, how was it that they were even having this argument? What had she done?

But she knew what she’d done. She’d fucked a spy. Again.

She was too stupid to live.

Clothed, she headed for the stairs to the upper chamber.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dimitri asked.

“As far away from you as I can get.”

“Don’t try to leave the island, Ivy.”

“I’m not stupid.” But she was. So very, very stupid. Part of her had wondered if she was falling in love with the spy. She couldn’t get much dumber than that.

She reached the bottom step before he caught her arm and swung her around to face him. “Why did you fuck me?” he asked. “Were you trying to get me to surrender?”

The pain in his eyes caused her own heartache to find its voice. “No,” she whispered.

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