Page 106 of Devious Secrets

“Fuck, baby.” I push my head back into the spray. “Tighter, baby, squeeze tighter.”

She kisses my chest, licking away the water running down between my pecs. Her fingers tighten, making me groan.

“Did you make him suffer?” She lifts her eyes to mine with her question. The innocence I enjoyed so much the first time I saw her is still there; it’s just hidden beneath the darkness of what she’s experienced.

“I did.” I won’t lie. By the time he drew his last breath, he was begging for death to take him. What I couldn’t break with my fist, I tore open with my knife. “He hurt you. He deserved it.”

“He wasn’t the one who took me.” She presses her body against mine, letting the shower soak her.

“No. The man at the restaurant was one of Michael’s men.” His hands were removed first for daring to touch what’s mine. “Oleg betrayed us, he’s been working against us. He put you in danger. He deserved everything that happened to him.”

She looks at me, a sad smile on her face.

“Just promise me we won’t be using his skull as a centerpiece in the dining room?”

I laugh.

“No. He wasn’t worthy enough for that.”

“Good.” She slides down my body, stopping only when her knees hit the floor and she’s eye level with my cock.

“Megan.” I touch her cheek, directing her to look up at me.

I’m breathless as she drags her eyes up to mine, opening her mouth and bringing my cock to her lips.

A curse in Russian escapes me as her tongue darts out, licking the bead of precum from the head. This woman will be the death of me if she keeps this up.

I press my hand to the wall of the shower as she tightens her hold on my shaft and lowers her attention to the underside of my cock. From balls to head, she runs the flat of her tongue, and my eyes roll from the waves of pleasure pulling my balls tight.

My moan echoes in the shower as she wraps her full, pretty lips around my cock and sucks me down deep.

“Ya sobirayus umeret.”And it will be a happy death.

She takes me even deeper and my eyes roll. I can’t take much more of this. My balls are already pulling up hard and ready to explode.

Sinking both my hands into her hair, I fist it, pulling her back until her mouth pops off my cock. Even the little popping sound makes me want to unload.

“Never tell me how you learned to do this so well.” I move one hand to her mouth, running the flat of my thumb along her bottom lip. Water sprays across her face from the stream behind me and I can only wonder how pretty she’d be with my cum dripping from her cheeks.

Hooking my thumb into her mouth, I open it wide.

“I’ve killed enough men this week.” I plow back into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat in one thrust. She swallows hard around me, which only makes it better for me.

She mutters around my cock, and the humming of her attempt to speak vibrates down to my balls.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” I rock my hips and push deeper into her throat. When she looks up at me, tears mingle with the shower water sliding down her cheeks. The sight brings me that much closer to losing it.

She flicks her tongue along the underside of the head, and I break.

“Up.” I pull free from her warm, loving mouth and reach down for her, sweeping her up to her feet and shoving her against the shower wall.

“But I—” I silence her protest with a kiss. Her hands press against my shoulders, her fingers curling into my flesh as I lift one leg and line my cock up with her pussy.

I nudge her chin until I have her eyes focused on mine. Stray hairs that have fallen out of her ponytail stick to her cheeks, thanks to my manhandling. Her lips are slightly swollen from stretching around my cock. And all I want to do is plow into this woman until we both explode, but first, I want the words.

She hasn’t said them since the night I found her in that fucking cell, and I need them again.

I need her to hear them, too.

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