Page 94 of Filthy Little Games

“Creed!” Zara huffs in annoyance.

I tease her clit with the brushing of my fingers to make her squirm, then take myself in my hand, lining my head up to sink into her heaven again.

I easily glide inside her wet heat, all the way to the hilt.

“Fucking hell, you take every inch of me so damn good, baby.” I swear it feels like I’m deeper than I was when she was riding me.

I give her a moment to adjust to my size at this angle while gathering her hair again. Tugging her head back, I lean forward and kiss her cheek. “Let me see you work that ass up and down a few times before I pound you into the mattress.”

“Yes, sir,” she replies before her walls clench and she begins to move. I watch my cock disappear and reappear from her depths three whole times before I lose it.

Gripping her hip with my free hand, I hold her in place as I slam in deep, over and over again, loving the way her ass moves. “God, yes.” I slap her cheek. “I would fucking kill for this ass.’”

“You…already…have.” Zara sounds nearly as out of breath as I am.

Needing her to get there with me again, I reach around and press my palm to her pelvis, holding her still as I pump my hips faster. My fingertips barely graze her bundle of nerves, and she explodes in a cry of my name and god’s.

My fingers tighten in her hair as I shove deep one final time before spilling inside her. The tremors are more intense this time than before. When they begin to lessen, I swivel my hips, trying to wring out every last drop of pleasure.

I’m soaking wet, cum dripping off my balls from our releases. It’s by far the messiest round of sex I’ve ever had because I’ve never been stupid enough to shove inside a woman without a condom.

But I trust Zara. And I think she trusts me as well. I want to put my baby in her so damn bad.

I press my lips to her shoulder, then her neck as she lies still underneath me, head down, ass still up in the air. “Are you okay?”

“So…good,” she replies in a slur that makes me smile.

Fuck. I’m so damn screwed.

I’m falling for Zara, have been since the first night I saw her and then convinced her to marry me. And I think she may feel something for me too. She told me tonight that she loved me, and I want to believe her.

But it doesn’t really matter, since I have to let her go soon.

I got her daughter back for her like I promised. Now it’s time to make travel arrangements to get them out of the city and away from Emilio.

“Why haven’t we…done that before?” Zara asks.

Because you started out as my captive, and I threatened your life to make you my wife.

If I’d fucked her before, I’d have been taking advantage of her.

But how is it much different now when she’s only in my bed,underneath me, because she thinks she owes me for getting Oriana back?

“I needed to fuck my wife at least once.” I place one last kiss over a freckle on her shoulder. “Now, I can let you go.”

There’s a long pause before Zara says, “Let me go?” Turning over, she looks up at me. “When were you planning on telling me you think Oriana and I have to leave the city?”

“I thought it was obvious,” I say, even though the truth is I’ve tried to avoid thinking about it.

“Obvious. Right.”

“I’m going to try to get you on a ship tomorrow.”

“Aship?”

“A cargo ship is the safest way to get you out of the country without detection.”

“And it has to be tomorrow? You’re not even going to ask me what I want?”

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