Page 45 of Captured Pawn
Sophie took a few seconds to comply, but once her arms were free, she fell into my arms like a wet noodle. I carried her back to the bed and laid her on all fours. Clearly getting tired, she tried to lay flat on her stomach, but I pulled her hips up, keeping her on all fours right at the edge of the bed.
“Hang on tight, kitten. I’m going to take you for a ride.”
Although I missed watching us fucking in the mirror, the new position allowed me to let my beast off the leash. Grabbing her hips and thrusting inside her again and again, I chased what I knew was going to be an amazing orgasm—for both of us.
“Oh, Nick!” she cried out as I bottomed out in a dirty rhythm.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock.”
“More!” she cried out when I tried to slow things down.
With a chuckle, I teased, “Shit, maybe you’re a dirty girl too. You like it hard?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes!” she called out to the same tempo of my pumping cock.
I added my palm slapping her ass with each insertion, amping up her bite of pain as I said, “I fucking love that you’re a screamer.”
Her bellow as her next wave of ecstasy washed over her was my final straw. Unable to hold back any longer, I released my own cry as rope after rope of cum sprayed inside Sophie.
Exhausted, I hunched over her back, keeping us connected as we each gasped for air. I loved how small she felt wrapped in my arms. My lips found the spot behind her ear where I felt her pounding heart finally slowing down as I licked, kissed, and nibbled down her shoulder.
When her arms collapsed under her, I rolled us to our sides to avoid crushing her under my weight because I wasn’t ready to pull away from her yet.
The humming in my ears was fading when an unwelcome voice broke the silence of the room. “That was quite the show. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
I felt Sophie’s body stiffen in my arms.
“Fuck off, Angela. How the hell did you get past security?” I grit out as I reluctantly pulled out of Sophie.
Only after pushing to my feet and turning toward the unwelcome intruder did I realize that Angela’s visit was more than that of a jealous ex. The ugly grin on her face matched the danger of the revolver she had pointed at my chest.
“I need it back,” she said cryptically.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I knew exactly what she had come looking for.
“Don’t play stupid with me, Nick. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Seems like you should have left the gun at home then,” I answered, trying not to let my fury cloud my judgment.
I took a step in her direction, and she shouted, “Don’t move!”
Puzzle pieces were falling into place. Angela had been the mole, which meant she’d been responsible for Matt’s death.
“How could you betray Matt?” Sophie shouted from behind me.
It seemed she’d put the pieces together too, once again impressing me.
Angela turned her attention to Sophie. “His death is on Nick. If he hadn’t broken up with me, I never would have had to get Matt involved. But once Nick cut me out of the inside ring, I had no choice but to get close to Matt instead.”
My rage grew. “Don’t address Sophie. Your gripe is with me. I always knew you were a heartless bitch, but now I can add traitor to the list.”
“Why should I be loyal to you? You had your chance… and anyway, Max pays better.”
I’d managed to move a bit closer while Angela focused on Sophie. I was about close enough to make my move and lunge for the gun when Angela waved her arm back in my direction.
“I mean it. I need the items you stole. The Bishops blame me for not warning them you were coming.”
“Sucks to be you,” I said, stepping to the left to put myself between Angela and Sophie. I wouldn’t allow her to point the weapon in that direction.
