CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Raina
C onnor lifts me off the chair, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Make all the voices in my head go away,” I whisper against his mouth.
The loudest voice is Valdrin. Killing one of his men myself and then staying with Connor just made the Albanian Brotherhood my enemy.
My heart pinches betraying Valdrin, but if Connor is telling the truth, then Valdrin lied to me. He saw an opportunity to use a down-and-out agent and pounced with an elaborate lie to kill his enemy.
As a DEA agent, I’ve met a lot of liars. Something about Valdrin’s motives is not adding up.
“The only voice I want to hear is yours, screaming my name.” Connor carries me into the bedroom.
We strip until we’re both naked, and I expect him to shove me down and just fuck me. Instead, he spreads my legs and buries his face in my core.
“God, yes,” I moan and lift my hips to meet his mouth.
His warm breath fans over my center. All I can do is hiss a lusty moan as the sinful pleasure crashes over me like a wave.
His tongue licks my clit, wet and heavy. “You taste so fucking good,” he groans into my center.
“Don’t stop.” Tremors ripple up and down my spine, and adrenaline floods my veins.
Hands gripping my thighs, he keeps up a relentless rhythm with his mouth. He licks me deep and fast as one, then two, then three fingers enter me at the same pace.
I pant, whimpering shameful mewls of pleasure. Connor is a certified sex god who has set my world on fire and my soul into the deepest pit of hell.
Where he lives in the off-season, no doubt.
His powerful tongue drives me crazy as coils of hot tension anchor deep in my core. My clit tightens to the point of pain.
“Oh God,” I moan, electricity shooting up my spine when his lips close around the sensitive nub.
“I am your god, Venom. Next, you’ll be on your knees praying for me to fuck you harder.”
Connor brings me to the edge of a climax so powerful it frightens me to release it. A beast inside me claws to come out. A monster who can only function with sex.
Connor is the real monster. And it feels like he wants to mold me into the perfect partner for him. But I’m already there. I can’t stay away from him, and when I’m with him, the voices of doubt in my head stop. All I hear is his voice telling me I’m perfect.
Pushing everything out of my mind and soaking in this euphoria, I grip his silky hair, the color of a summer sunset. I’m his. Like he said. There’s no point fighting it.
Fighting this.
Every inch of Connor radiates power. He comes with a body made for sin that delivers satisfaction on steroids.
“God, yes. Right there.” My toes curl as a soul-defining climax wraps around my spine.
“Come for me, baby. I want you on your hands and knees so I can fuck you hard and deep. Give you everything I got between my legs.”
With three fingers fucking me, he uses his other hand to rub my clit. Fuck, I’m a damn goner. Heat explodes in my veins, and my core quivers as pleasure tears through me like a raging inferno.
A mother of an orgasm hits me with such force that I lurch off the bed uncontrollably. My sex throbs, juices embarrassingly gushing onto his tongue.
“Christ, yeah. Come in my mouth, Venom. Poison me.”
How can this man make me feel so good?
It’s shameful.
I bite my lip while heat ripples through me, I buck my hips as he sucks me through the rest of the climax.
“Fuck, that’s sweet.” He stares at me with shiny lips as my arousal drips down his chin. When the waves stop, Connor finds my mouth and kisses me. “Taste yourself. How you melt for me.”
Don’t remind me.
“Are you so worked up because I saved your life?” I ask, trying to get my heartbeat under control.
“Fuck, yeah.” He sits up and rubs his hard cock against my soaking entrance. “Ready for me? Still on the pill?”
Tightening my grip around his hard, throbbing cock, I say, “Yeah, I am.”
Connor grabs my hips and flips me over. Growling, he pushes inside me. “Unless I find them and flush them.”
Such mob boss arrogance.
Before I can respond, I tell myself I should tease him that I’ll never be on board with him owning me, but my lie will always fall apart when my sex starts to soak his sheets.
With every thrust, my traitorous body milks Connor’s enormous cock, teasing him to fuck me harder and spill his seed inside me.
“Christ, this is good.” His warm, brawny hands push me down onto the bed while keeping my ass in the air.
I groan, protesting how he manhandles me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I narrow my eyes to complain, but his fiery blue eyes locked on mine leave me speechless. My stomach drops, witnessing a beast taking its prey with such unbridled desire.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses a dark approval through the final grueling thrusts from behind. “I’m gonna come.”
Connor pulls out of me. Warm, wet ropes of his release squirt across my back and then drip onto my ass cheeks, like he’s painting his name with cum.
My God, he’s MARKING me.
Now I can’t roll over. I can’t move.
Even more shocking, his chest presses into my back, coating himself with his warm ejaculation. A dusting of body hair and the ridges of his perfect six-pack press harder as we both slump to the top cover of his bed.
“We need a shower, Venom.” Connor kisses the back of my neck.
Drenching us both in his cum all but ensured that.
“Do you like shower sex?” He pulls my face to meet his eyes.
“I like all kinds of sex,” I answer.
“You sure do, brat. But I’m your sex outlet from now on. No one else touches you.”
I suck in a shuddering breath at the dominance in his tone. “Not if you intend to keep me a prisoner.”
His eyes blaze with rage. “Wrong answer. You’re mine because we’re perfect together.”
Stifling tears, I nod. “We are.”
He holds out his hand, and next we’re in the shower kissing, his steely erection growing against my stomach. We fuck again and get out when the water runs cold. He towels me off, then gives me a T-shirt to wear to bed.
Padding to the bedroom, he’s still wearing a towel slung low on his hips. “Come on. We need to sleep, and we’ll start fresh tomorrow.”
Toweling my hair, I sense my problems crawling to the forefront with the removal of the hazy arousal clouding my brain. I consider whether I should ask to leave. Go to a hotel, but with what? A credit card that Noel Tahiri can use to find me?
The feral look in Connor’s eyes tells me that’s a no-go for launch.
I can’t deny the way he feels inside me is as intoxicating as how much he wants to protect me. Like he’s built for it.
“Your brothers...” I choke out.
One dark bushy eyebrow raises into his smooth forehead. “Aye? What about them?”
“They’ll want you to hurt me.”
Connor thinks about how to answer. “No. You’re mine. No one will ever hurt you. I can assure you that. I’m a vicious killer, and they won’t challenge me.”
And I’m about to fall asleep next to him.