Page 12 of Bound By Revenge

Our fingers work her mercilessly, and I feel the first tight contractions of her pussy around me. I want to draw this moment out, but we’re both too far gone.

She leans forward, bracing her hand on the desk, arching her back, and grinding against me with relentless intensity. I slide my free hand over the curve of her ass, up her back, until it reaches her head. Too far gone to bother with pleasantries, I grab a fistful of her luscious brown hair and thrust hard into her.

She moans, spreading her knees wider, hips moving with raw urgency. “Please…”

I keep thrusting between her legs, our fingers rubbing her sensitive clit, until my cock throbs inside her, bracing for release. Just as she gasps, her body goes taut, and she cries out, her muscles clenching around me, demanding everything I'm dying to give her. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming undone around me drags me over the edge. With a hoarse groan, I thrust deep one final time, joining her as a fierce, blinding orgasm sears through me, every nerve alight with pleasure as I spill into her.

The world dissolves in a haze of pleasure. Pure ecstasy…

Chapter 5

Kat

It’strue what they say—bad boys do it better. And Nikolai? He’s a bad, bad boy.

It took me a moment to realize it. To be fair, I don’t typically pick up men during a job. This whole situation is way outside my comfort zone.

Sure, my recent involuntary celibacy didn’t help my judgment, either. And it certainly didn’t help that Nikolai blindsided me with those devastating looks. I’ve always been a sucker for tall, dark-haired men who look absolutely devastating in bespoken tuxedos.

But I knew he was trouble—maybe not right away, but definitely by the time I was bold enough to undress for him. His intense pull should’ve been my first clue. I’ve always struggled to resist handsome men up to no good.

Even now, I know I won’t regret tonight. I gave up feeling guilty about chasing pleasure a long time ago—and he pleasured me like no other before.

Living by my own rules, answering only to myself, has been my mantra since I understood there was no other way to live.

But lately, I’ve been anything but free. Thisstronzohis schemes have kept me from living fully, but soon, he’ll pay forit—and for putting my friend in danger. A.J. and I are close to having everything we need to strike back, and with the Flame of Mir, we’ll buy enough time to chase down our latest lead to expose his dark secret.

That’s why I can never see Nikolai again.

Long moments after our shared climax, he pulls out of me, with a discreet sigh I almost don’t catch.

With a sigh of my own, I kick off my shoes and roll my neck, savoring the wave of blissful relaxation that tingles down my spine.

I hear his zipper as he fixes his clothes, then he steadies me by the waist, easing me back onto my feet.

When I turn to face him, the sight of his eyes catches me off guard yet again. Whenever his gaze finds mine, my core muscles tighten. If I were a woman prone to fanciful fits and daydreaming, I might admit to feeling something stir in my chest—something dangerously close to my heart skipping a beat.

But I’m nothing if not practical. More than that, I’m a woman on a mission. Not some romantic fool. Our stolen moment was fun, but it’s time to say goodbye.

He glances at me, his expression somewhere between vulnerable and guarded. Clearing his throat, he reaches into the pocket of his perfectly tailored jacket and pulls out a handkerchief, pressing it into my hand, fingers lingering on my wrist. Then he steps back, sliding his hands into his pockets, breaking our eye contact.

Oh, God. I’m completely naked in front of a fully dressed man—a man who, for all intents and purposes, is a stranger. His eyes trail down my body, and despite his composure, he’s clearly aware of my state of undress.

Fighting the urge to clear my throat, I take a deep breath instead. “Well, then,” I say, patting his chest lightly before slipping past him to find my clothes.

Earlier, when his attention was entirely on my décolleté, I’d had to improvise. I couldn’t risk being caught with the diamond nestled between my breasts, so I decided on an impromptu striptease to distract him.

I expected him to be thrown by my boldness, but he wasn’t phased in the slightest. The way he watched me, completely enraptured as I revealed myself, will stay with me for a long time.

I bend to retrieve my dress, my back to him. He hisses softly, and I can’t help but smile.Good.Our brief time together may be ending, but I’m leaving my mark on him—just as he’s left his on me.

As I pull on my dress, relief fills me when I feel the reassuring weight of the diamond resting against my chest again.

I turn to him and find him standing there, hands in his pockets, his expression carefully neutral. I don’t mind it—if he doesn’t attempt to stop me from leaving, my life will be much easier.

Our eyes meet again, and his gaze burns like molten lava. He might be skilled at composing his facial features into any expression that pleases him, but his expressive eyes tell a different story.

That funny feeling tickles my chest again, but I push it aside. After all, I’m a practical woman with a purpose.

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