Page 92 of Dearly Betrayed

He drops to his knees and yanks me forward, hooking my legs over his shoulders as his tongue darts up and down my folds before lapping over my clit.

“You want me to lie to you?” he asks as warmth spreads into my limbs. “You want me to pretend like this isn’t dangerous?”

“Please,” I moan. “Just don’t go. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.”

My fingers lace into his hair. I tug, holding tightly. “You were taking risks before, when you were hunting those men.”

“I was,” he admits, sliding fingers inside my pussy. I’m starting to lose my train of thought as the pleasure mounts.

“Were you… fuck… trying to hurt yourself?”

“Maybe,” he muses and moves up to suck my nipples as he finger fucks me. “I don’t think consciously, but some part of me couldn’t stand being in this world without you. I felt like I was broken.”

“Jayson,” I moan, losing my mind. “I want you inside of me. Right fucking now.” I drag him up onto the bed and straddle him, panting, breathing hard. The thought of him hurting so badly because of me is like an open sore in my guts. I arch my back and slide down his shaft, taking him between my legs, and that feels better, so fucking much better.

I ride him, hands on his chest, breasts pressed together. I like the way his eyes roam my body, desiring me, loving every inch of my skin as I ride him faster, dragging my clit against his pelvis as I keep him deep inside.

“You’re mine,” he says, groaning, the sexiest noise ever.

“And you’re mine,” I say in response, throwing my head back. Orgasm hits me then, wave after wave of it, and I keep riding him, milking his cock between my legs. He growls low and gasps, thrusting up hard, over and over, until he comes inside of me, filling me to the brim. It’s heaven, that look on his face, and if he’s going to go do something stupid and dangerous then I’m going to pamper him tonight.

“If I asked you to send your men and stay behind, would you do it?” I whisper once I’m in his arms again. We’re sweaty and naked. I lift up a knee, half straddling him. I’ve never felt so comfortable with a person before.

“No,” he says, sounding like he regrets it. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Then you’re mine tonight. I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t think about anything but coming back to me.”

“Baby, that’s all I want already.”

“Maybe.” I sit up and kiss him. “But I think I can help you along.” I kiss down his chest, down to his cock, and take him into my mouth. I can still taste my pussy on his half-hard shaft. I suck him slow and he starts to get hard between my lips.

“What a good fucking girl,” he says. “God, how can I ever stay away from a woman like you?”

I keep going, pleased he’s pleased, and worried out of my mind.

Chapter41

Jayson

Ipark outside of a rundown motel two blocks off the strip. Two Costa soldiers sit in the back of my SUV, and Zach Layton sits up front. We’re in all-black tactical gear: bulletproof vests, silenced semi-automatic rifles, flash grenades, and helmets.

It’s our not-fucking-around gear, and there’s another SUV with five more trained killers in the exact same stuff.

“You know the plan?” I ask Zach as we go through our last-minute prep. Guns checked, straps tightened.

“It’s five until two in the morning right now.” He looks at his phone and sends a text to Domiano, the leader of the other fire team. “We’ll muster at two, take the door at five after, and be home by two-thirty.”

“All of us will be home,” I say, nodding at him.

“Roger that, boss.” Zach sits up straight. “You know, as head of casino security, I hope I’m getting a bonus for this kind of action.”

I laugh and slap his back. “I’ve been murdering these worthless pricks all alone. You can handle fighting in a team of ten.”

Zach rolls his eyes. “No, you fucker, that’s not the issue.”

“You want a pay raise, is that it?”

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