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“Damn it, CJ,” he bellowed. “You could have been hurt.” A frisson of fear rippled down my spine, but his grip loosened and all the wind went out of his sails. “I never should have taken you there,” he said in a low, broken voice.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“But what if you weren’t?” he demanded, back to being angry.
It was all aimed at himself, his overprotectiveness dialed up to eleven. I remembered what Masha told me and softened toward him, running my hand up his arm.
“I’m fine,” I repeated. “You never would have let any of them hurt me.”
He crushed me to his hard body. “Damn right I wouldn’t have. They’d be dead right now if they even looked at you.”
“Now, I wouldn’t go that far,” I said, aiming for a teasing tone. My body was flushed with heat at his intensity, his strong embrace, those searing eyes.
“I would. I’d go farther for you.”
I couldn’t answer. I had no words, touched more deeply than I wanted to admit. And because he kissed me, his tongue delving between my lips. Grabbing his shoulders, I pulled myself closer, reaching to tangle my fingers in his hair.
It happened like a match landing on a pile of dry kindling soaked in kerosene. I was blazing for him, needy and achy and moaning into his mouth. I felt rough and urgent, tugging on his hair. A moan ripped from my throat as he picked me up, his hardness pressing against my heat as he carried me to the bed.
I had on jeans and a light sweater, and the sweater was over my head and tossed aside. Mat pressed me back onto the bedspread, tracing the top edge of my bra with his tongue. I arched my back, wrapping my legs around him to draw him down to grind his hard cock against me.
A ripping sound, and my bra was open. He slid the straps down my arms with shaking hands, his blue eyes the color of midnight. Plunging his head down, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, as his hand made its way down my belly to ease between my thighs. He pulled away, looking down at me like he was starving.
“Gorgeous,” he said, dipping to tease my other nipple with the tips of his teeth. “God, I love these hot little tits of yours, CJ.”
I wriggled, pressing my needy pussy against his stiff shaft, pulsing against his zipper. I reached for the thick bulge, pressing my palm against it and sighing. He’d shown me what he could do to me with his cock, and I was so ready for more that it almost hurt.
“Fuck me,” I said, smiling when his eyes darkened even more.
The button flew from my jeans, the zipper yanked down, and the heavy fabric pulled down the length of my legs until I was only in my soaked white panties. I reached for his hand and drew it between my thighs so he could feel how much I wanted him.
Shoving the fabric aside, he pushed his fingers deep inside me, swirling my juices around my clit. Licking his fingers, he bent down and kissed me deeply, spreading my legs further with his knee as he moved on top of me.
“I can’t wait,” he told me, voice ragged. “I can’t tease your sweet pussy, I can’t lick you until you scream. I just need to sink my cock inside you, little girl. I just need to fuck you right damn now.”
“Do it,” I urged. He loved it when I begged. I had hated the first time he forced me to cry out how much I wanted him, but now I knew it was me who was in control when I pleaded for every inch. “Hard and fast. You can lick me later after you come inside me.”
Where was the innocent girl of a few weeks ago? She was gone forever, and I wasn’t sorry to see her go. When Mat and I were like this, I never felt so alive.
I screamed when he rammed his big cock inside me, the first orgasm making me dig my fingernails into his shoulders. He groaned as he thrust again, feeling me spasm as he drove me to another. He found my clit with his fingertips as he drove into me, and I bucked against him, the breath knocked out of me by the force of it.
“Again,” he said, just as breathless, his lips at my throat. “Again, so I can come inside you just like you want.”
“Yes, please,” I moaned, holding on with what was left of my strength. Somehow, he managed it. I should have been spent, but he sent me over the edge again, his mouth hot on mine as he shot his seed inside me the moment he made me come for the third time.
I was near tears when he slowed his movements, and he kissed my cheeks and eyes before he fell on top of me, burying his face in my hair.
“That’s how I want to die,” he said.
It was a long time before I could tell him not to say things like that. “My old man’s not having any heart attacks on top of me,” I said.
He rolled to the side, and I turned to face him, our grins wide. “How about underneath you?” he asked, lightly smacking my behind. “I’ll be ready for round two in about three minutes.”
“Make it two,” I said, already shoving him onto his back and climbing on top of him.
Chapter 26 - Mat
It was well into the next day before my insatiable bride let me out of bed to send the pictures she had taken to Garik, in case there was anything useful in them. We had the three men under interrogation, and one of them had already squealed like a pig that he did indeed work for Anatoli.
