Page 55 of Whispered Desire

“W-What are you doing?” I gasp, arching into his ravenous mouth.

His lips wrap around my clit and suck, refusing to accept anything less than my complete and utter destruction as an unexpected orgasm bursts to life.

“Isn't it obvious? I'm fucking my woman.” He abandons his position of licking me through the climax in favor of notching his dick to my entrance and shoving deep. Plunging through my clenching channel with brutal force.

“Mathias!” Black teases the edges of my vision as his fierce gaze bores into mine. His fingers pluck and pinch my nipples through the shirt, and instinctively, I wiggle to tear it off, giving him free access to every part of my body. Something he quickly takes advantage of with a bite to my nipple.

A growled "You're mine" rumbles over my heart as he thrusts forward, his pelvis rubbing my clit. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I rasp, emotion clogging my throat.

Mathias kisses my cheek. My forehead. Whispers promises.

"I will always take care of you." A shiver that has nothing to do with his powerful cock wracks my body. "You are safe." Tears well in my eyes. "You are my sweet, beautiful Allie Angel, and I will always protect you. You are so precious to me."

The dam breaks, and as another orgasm roars to life, years of brittle independence shatter from the strength of Mathias's devotion.

And I cry.

Deep, heaving sobs while pleasure sweeps through every cell.

Mathias grunts, wet heat spilling between us, before he collapses on his side and holds me close, a sense of security patching the cracks in my heart.

"I'm here," he murmurs, rubbing circles on my back. "Breathe, baby. I'm here. I will never abandon you."

I'm falling in love with you.

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The hotel suite is quiet with the men gone. Their meeting with Petit started ten minutes ago, which is right around the time the knot in my belly grew into full-blown nausea, although Mathias assured me that he’d be safe.

That all of them would be.

Including me.

Because he left a security detail behind to watch over me. I'm guessing they're hanging out in the hall. Bored out of their minds with babysitting duty.

“Let's see what French television has to offer,” I mutter. Talking to myself relieves the quiet tomb-like quality that's fallen over the room.

A morning show appears, and I let it run in the background, happy for the cheerful noise.

Mathias and his brothers are meeting with his father in a conference room at Petit Enterprises, and I can’t shake the worry slinking down my spine. I don't care how careful Mathias is. He can't actually control everything.

From what I’ve learned of The Syndicate, they’re not going to let one of their own go down without a fight. Mathias and Blackchapel Inc. may have purchased Petit Enterprises fair and square, but they can’t expect to expose Petit's illegal financial schemes without consequences.

What those will be has me on edge.

When a commercial starts, I mindlessly flip through TV channels of French shows, until a knock on the hotel door jerks me out of my daze. The clock on the TV guide shows it’s 10:15 A.M. Too early for lunch from room service. Maybe it’s housekeeping?

Or one of the security guys checking on me? Although they’re usually pretty discreet.

Preparing myself for an awkward conversation in French, I swing the door open only to be surprised by two masked strangers. The men who were supposed to protect me lay slumped on the floor.

Oh, shit.

Mathias is going to kill me for not checking the peephole. That is, if these guys don't kill me first.

My body freezes in shock, a terrified scream trapped in my throat.

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