Page 47 of Witness Protection

His rock-solid control turned her on. Why did he keep resisting? A hitman for hire shouldn’t have a glowing code of ethics. “I’ll take away the ache, but that’s it.”

Sophia had no clue what that entailed, but she nodded eagerly.

“Take your pants off.”

She shimmied out of her yoga pants, leaving her in just her little lace panties.

“Lose those, too.”

Sophia swallowed hard, her courage slowly slipping away. She’d never been naked like this in front of a man. He knelt on the floor near the edge of the bed and pulled her down so his head was between her legs.

“Cayden, don’t hurt me.”

“I’ll never hurt you. Just relax. I’ll do all the work.”

He ran a finger along her slit, moist from her arousal. She gasped and arched up, his intimate touch new and thrilling. “I want you, Cayden.”

“Hush now. I haven’t started yet.”

His touch was soft and gentle, so different than how he’d treated her when he’d first kidnapped her. She trusted him. She closed her eyes and melted back against the mattress.

When he licked her pussy with his tongue, she pushed up on her elbows and looked down at him. It felt dirty and addictive. He sucked her with those thick lips, exploring with his tongue. Every move was electric, sending spikes of pleasure rocketing through her body.

He caught her watching. “Don’t like it?” he asked.

She didn’t realize how labored her breathing was until she tried to speak. “I love it.”

He kissed her inner thigh. Those broad shoulders keeping her spread wide open. “You have a pretty little pussy.”

Every time he complimented her, her heart swelled a little more. He suckled on her clit, making her pant and grab the sheets. The pressure built and built until she thought she’d lose her mind. Cayden had a whole set of skills she was quickly learning to appreciate.

He was merciless.

His rough stubble scraped her sensitive inner thighs, but it felt perfect. He made these masculine sounds of approval that turned her on even more. Wild like a wolf.

Her body coiled tighter. He never stopped or gave her respite, even when she begged. She kept saying his name like a mantra, losing all inhibitions as he picked up the pace, devouring her pussy, his strong hands cupping her ass.

“Shit,” she muttered.

Every muscle in her body stiffened as a heat she’d never known blossomed deep in her cunt, then detonated, taking her by surprise. Waves of heat and raw bliss crashed through her. She cried out, grinding against Cayden’s face as she rode out her orgasm. It was incredible and satisfied the annoying ache.

Her body felt heavy and spent. She was completely boneless.

Cayden stood up, his joggers low on his hips. She could see the diagonal outline of his hard cock in his pants. He was huge. She still wanted him.

“You can take the bed.” He turned to leave the bedroom.

“That’s it?” she called out.

She only heard his voice. “Told you I wasn’t a bastard.”

Sophia punched the mattress in frustration. She wanted more. Wanted his love. Kisses. Body. Passion. Everything. Not just quick sexual relief.

It scared her to think that when this was over, he’d walk out of her life forever. They had nothing to connect them other than death, contracts, and revenge. The thought of never seeing Cayden again made her anxious.

She was falling in love with the enemy.

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