Page 22 of Bound in the Dark

“I thought you were fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell. I was hard as a rock, even when you pointed his gun at me.” He stood and added his newest finds to the collection.

“I don’t think that is a normal reaction. Most men don’t enjoy it when I point a gun at them.”

Highdive stepped back and ran his hands up her sides. The stiff bumps he felt told him she had a concealed belly band under her shirt. This woman would never stop surprising him. He pulled her shirt off over her head then undid the Velcro that held multiple throwing knives. Her nipples were tight points against her bra and he brushed his fingers slowly around them.

“I never said I was normal.” He tossed the band onto the chair and gripped the back of her neck taking her mouth in a brutal kiss.

For the first time since they had met at the Club she immediately met him with a fiery passion. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her chest against his as if trying to get closer than their bodies would allow. It usually took edging her until she was mindless for her to react like this and he was surprised. Had she been holding herself back because they were in the Club or was it something else?

Highdive pulled back from the kiss and there was a wild light in Diana's eyes. They may have a lot of things to talk about, but that would have to wait. He needed to be inside her to reconnect with her and assure himself that this was real.

“Strip.”

She smirked at his command. “Are you still trying to check me for weapons, or are we going to fuck?”

He loved this new aggressive side to Diana. He looked her up and down with a chuckle and stepped back.

“Why can’t it be both?”

She laughed and with quick efficiency removed all of her clothes. He always loved seeing her naked. Her body was a lean, lithe example of what a woman should look like. She stepped forward with a seductive predatory grace that made his cock pulse inside his jeans. Her hands made quick work of his belt and zipper. He held back a groan as she reached inside and pulled him free.

Lightning sparked up his spine as she stroked him. Unable to wait any longer he took her mouth. They kissed like they were fighting. Their bodies slammed against the bookshelf and he couldn’t care less about the items that he heard tumbling to the floor. Highdive picked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist without ever breaking their embrace.

He maneuvered himself until he was poised right at her entrance. Her wet heat felt like paradise against the tip of his cock as she tilted her hips. The warm embrace of her pussy felt like home as he slid into her depths.

Pulling back he then slammed forward and she threw her head back in a scream. He set a brutal rhythm that had them both panting until the shelf behind her crashed to the floor. Highdive stepped back knocking things off his desk and maneuvered them to the couch. He fell with her onto the leather surface driving deep inside her, never breaking their connection.

She contracted around him as the lamp fell to the floor shattering. The door burst open and he stilled, glaring at the intruders. Diana squirmed under him the movement squeezing his cock and almost pushing him over the edge of orgasm. He took a deep breath getting himself under control.

Sharp and Dragon stood in the doorway looking ready for a fight. Their expressions more shocked then could be accounted for on walking in on one of their Brother’s fucking. He followed their line of sight and chuckled.

Somehow Diana had gotten a gun and was pointing it at his Brothers. His cock pulsed it’s agreement with how sexy the sight of the woman under him was. Her finger wasn’t on the trigger but he knew if it had been danger coming into the room they would have been dead.

“If you don’t keep fucking me, I’m going to shoot you, and them.” Diana’s breathy growl broke the uncomfortable silence of the room as she lowered the gun so it wasn’t pointing at anyone. But she didn’t drop it completely.

His Brothers' laughter as they backed out of the room told him he was in for a rash of shit later. Highdive leaned in and kissed Diana’s neck.

“Where did you even get that?”

She moaned and ground against him. He watched as she slipped the gun back into the pocket of her jacket that was on the arm of the couch they were using. Her ability to multitask was impressive. She clenched around him and all thoughts about weapons drifted away.

He thrust inside her and enjoyed the way she arched up to meet him. He had his marching orders and for once he didn’t mind taking orders.

Chapter8

Telling an angry woman to calm down works about as well as baptizing a cat.

These were the moments that Diana had come to crave. When she sat wrapped in Highdive’s arms and could relax. Sometimes they were silent, sometimes they talked about trivial things for hours. What they did didn't matter, what was important was the feeling of peace and safety that she found within his arms.

“You know, I'm never going to live that down.” Highdive chuckled into her ear.

Diana snuggled against him, not caring that he was fully dressed and she was naked. She had never actually seen him naked. Though she loved when he took off his shirt. The tattoos spread across his broad muscles were gorgeous. Maybe now that they were doing things outside the Club she would get to see him in all his glory.

“Live what down?”

“The fact that you pulled a gun on my Brothers and threatened to shoot me if I didn't keep fucking you.”

She chuckled. Men were so sensitive. “Oh that.”

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