Page 60 of Savage Lies
“I’ve been ready since we left the hotel,” she whispers, lowering herself onto my cock inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt.
Her head falls back, and a broken moan slips from her throat. “You feel—God—too good.”
“Move,” I order, gripping her hips. “Take what I give you.”
She starts slow, rolling her hips in a rhythm that makes my vision blur, but the desperation quickly takes over. Soon she’s riding me hard, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breasts bouncing with each frantic thrust.
“Harder,” I growl. “Fuck me harder.”
She braces her hands against my chest and slams down on me with a ferocity that steals my breath.
“That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“I can’t—I’m so close,” she pants, sweat dripping down her flushed skin.
“Come for me,” I command, one hand sliding between us. My thumb circles her clit in brutal rhythm. “Come on my cock while I fill you up.”
Her cry rips through the room, sharp and feral, as her body clamps down around me. The spasms drag me over the edge, and I explode inside her with a roar of her name.
“Katya.”
She collapses against my chest, trembling, her breath ragged. I stroke her hair, possessive in the aftermath, my cock still buried deep.
“You belong to me,” I murmur against her damp skin.
She tilts her head, lips brushing my jaw, voice wrecked but steady. “Maybe I do.”
For a long moment, the only sounds are our breathing and the faint creak of the couch beneath us. The air still tastes like sweat and sex.
“Was it worth the risk? Bringing me to that meeting?”
I drag my palm down her spine, still claiming every inch of her. “You proved something tonight.”
Her head lifts, eyes catching mine. “And what is that?”
“That you belong in my world. You didn’t flinch. You made them fear you.”
Her lips curve, sharp and dangerous. “Maybe that’s who I am. Maybe the art curator was the mask.”
A low laugh rumbles from my chest. “Maybe she was.”
She studies me. “And if I’m not the woman you thought you married?”
“I married the woman in front of me.” My grip tightens on her hip. “Whoever you were before doesn’t matter.”
Her gaze flickers, testing. “Then what am I to you?”
Soft would be easy. Safe would be a lie. After tonight, there’s no point in pretending.
“You’re mine,” I say flatly. “Possession. Protection. Pride. And something darker that scares the hell out of me.”
Her breath hitches. “Why does it scare you?”
“Because I’ve never wanted anyone like this. It makes me want to burn the city down just to keep you here.”
A ragged laugh slips from her. “That’s a lot of fire for one woman.”
I grip her chin, force her to see the truth in my eyes. “You’re not just any woman.”
