Page 62 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

It wasn’t enough for him though. He wanted more.

He wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug that squeezed the breath from her as he pumped his hips, cradling her in his arms, using his teeth to mark her throat, her breasts, her shoulders, everything he could reach.

She pressed her lips to his temple as he latched onto her nipple, sinking his teeth into the flesh. She took the pain and absorbed it, accepting it, loving it because it was Havel.

He lifted his head and stared at her, the love he felt for her a glowing tribute as he fucked her, lifting her up against him for a tighter fit.

She groaned in agony and ecstasy as his cock slammed into her over and over, filling her, stretching and branding her.

“You’re coming with me,” he ordered.

She gasped, “Always.”

“Now,” he snarled forcing her body into his, his public hair rubbing her clit and sending her spiraling over the edge.

She cried out, digging her fingernails into his back and flinging her head back as his thrusts grew jerky, the force of them crushing her into the mattress.

“Fuck!” he snarled, shooting his hot semen inside her.

He gripped her, kissing her face while his hips slowed.

For several minutes, he held her, staring down at her with eyes full of possession, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from her face and pressing kisses against her cheeks, chin and lips.

Leeza watched him, her heart still racing, euphoria still zinging through her.

She couldn’t believe what she’d just experienced. In less than half an hour, Havel had managed to turn everything she thought she knew about sex on its head. It wasn’t a painful, humiliating experience. With Havel, it was exhilarating, freeing. A miracle.

Her memories of Adam were already dimming. She would never forget what he’d done to her, but the days of Leeza suffering in silence were over.

“You okay?” Havel asked gruffly. He touched her breast, lingering over the red marks where he’d bitten her. They were already starting to bruise. “I hurt you.”

“You were perfect,” she whispered, brushing her fingers across his bristly cheek. “This was perfect.” She wrinkled her nose and squirmed. “Or it would be perfect if we weren’t laying in a wet bed.”

Havel chuckled and pulled out of her, rolling off the bed and heading for the linen closet.

Leeza missed his cock as it left her body. Another new and unexpected sensation. She actually wanted his cock. Inside her, fucking her, worshipping her, making her feel like the only woman on the planet that could satisfy it.

“We didn’t use anything,” she murmured, climbing off the bed and helping him strip it. “Protection, I mean. A condom.” She wasn’t overly worried as Havel would never deliberately put her in danger, but she could still get pregnant.

He confirmed her assumption. “I’m clean and so are you.”

Of course he knew she was clean because he’d have all her medical records. “So you really haven’t been with anyone since… ?” She trailed off, trying to sound nonchalant, like she didn’t care about the answer, but she really, really did. It killed her to think of Havel with anyone else, but she didn’t have any right to feel that way. Not after she married someone else and Havel was forced to endure her husband’s presence in his life. He had every right to find solace in another woman’s arms.

“Haven’t been with anyone since you turned sixteen.”

“Twelve years?” she gasped incredulously.

He nodded. “I realized then that I loved you and I couldn’t bring myself to touch another woman. I knew pining after a teenager was sick, so I forced myself into the role of older brother. It didn’t matter, no other woman appealed to me.”

Leeza’s heart filled and she circled the bed, wrapping him in her arms. “I’m sorry you suffered. I wish… I wish…” She wished she’d refused to marry Adam, that she’d told Krystoff she wanted Havel instead.

She knew better though, as much as she might wish things had been different, she also believed if she had to make the decision again, she would have chosen to protect Havel. Even knowing what she knew now, she would have chosen Adam because there was no doubt in her mind if she’d told her stepfather how she felt about Havel, he would’ve had the big bodyguard killed.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Havel grunted, gently extricating Leeza to throw a clean duvet on the bed.

“It doesn’t?”

He shook his head. “We’re looking toward the future now.”

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