13. Miceli #3
I closed my eyes, cursing internally, before curling my lip at her.
If she wanted to be fucked, I’d give it to her.
Pulling out of her, I stood. Her yelp of surprise had me grinning.
She was in for it. I kicked the chair out of the way, then bent her over my desk, uncaring if there was any paperwork there.
I’d clean it up later. Way later. I ripped my shirt off first, then pushed my slacks down on my hips.
This time when I entered her, I didn’t take my time or wait for her.
I slammed into her, filling her in one go.
The pace I set for both of us was frantic, hard.
I drank in her sweet cries, knowing full well she’d wear my fingertip marks on her skin.
A primal satisfaction filled me at the thought.
Yes, this is what we both needed. With each shift and pump of my hips, she tightened on me, strangling me in the most delectable way.
I fucked her in long sure strokes, while placing kisses on her back and spine.
Stephanie held onto the desk with her left hand as she lowered her right hand between her legs.
Her fingernails dragged across my sac. I groaned, pushing deep within her while grinding against her ass. Her sob of pleasure undid me.
Wild with lust, I thrust into her, catapulting her into a climax that had me gritting my teeth to stave off my orgasm.
No, this first one was all hers. She pulsed and quivered, crying as she shook.
Liquid heat drenched my dick and spilled down to my balls.
Male satisfaction filled me, knowing it was her release coating me.
“Damn,” I muttered, pressing my chest to her back. “You come apart so prettily. Let’s see how many times I can make you shatter.”
“Miceli,” she whimpered, “don’t tease me.”
The rough chuckle building in my chest rumbled up. “Don’t fret. I won’t make you suffer too much.”
She moaned as I moved again. There was no way I could let her go now.
No way I’d give her to the FBI, which I knew Ellory would inevitably suggest. No, this woman was mine.
I flipped her over and buried my face in her neck while I pushed her from one climax to the next, reveling in the sounds she made and the way she milked my dick, trying desperately to pull the cum from my balls.
She squealed and laughed, running her fingers through my hair.
Her pliant body cradled mine in such a way, the emotional tie between us left me stunned.
The tingle at the base of my spine was welcomed as the frantic edge faded away until I was making love to Stephanie.
I wanted to tell her my secrets. Make her promises.
Give her everything. Yet, I worried if I waxed poetic now, would she run away, afraid of how serious I was about her?
Later. Tell her later. I would. When she was safe and those responsible for her sorrow and fears were no longer in the picture.
This time, when I picked up the pace, I held her as close as I could with the position we were in.
The sounds vibrating at the back of my throat were desperate and embarrassing.
Yet, the louder I got, so did she. Stephanie clung to me.
Her legs were wrapped around my hips, keeping me inside of her.
I couldn’t stop the impending tidal wave of pleasure cresting within me before consuming me in euphoria.
I shouted through my release while Stephanie cried out.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, holding onto me.
White hot bliss shot through my body with the first throb of my release.
Holding her to me, I shook through my climax with her, unable to form a cognitive thought.
If my men knocked on the door at that moment, I swore I’d kill all of them. “I’ve got you.” I finally utter those words after gathering my wits. “Hold on to me.”
I didn’t want to let go, nor did I want to pull out.
However, I also knew the desk wasn’t comfortable for either of us.
Easing the chair over to where we were with my foot, I sat down with Stephanie in my lap.
Her cheeks were damp, her eyes, brimming with tears, were blown from pleasure.
Those cute freckles on the bridge of her nose stood out in the tinge of pink suffusing her cheeks.
“Wow,” she whispered, her breath tickling my overheated skin. “That was... Wow.”
My chest puffed up with pride. “I could say the same.” Tipping her chin up, I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, dropping her gaze from mine. “Yeah. A little sore is all.”
I wasn’t sure if my pride doubled or if I worried more about those battered ribs of hers. “Can I hold you for a little while?”
Again, she nodded. “Yes, I’d like that.” Then she lifted her chin. “Thank you, Miceli. Of all the outcomes today could have had, you saved me.”
Stunned, I sat there, the proof of our love making dripping from us, surprised by her words.
She didn’t have to thank me. I would have always helped her.
No matter what. I pressed my lips to her forehead, relaxing into the chair.
“You’re welcome. I only wish you wouldn’t have entered our world in such a bitter way. ”
“Yeah,” she whispered on an exhale. “Me too.”
I don’t know how long we stayed like we were, cuddled up together in that chair, not wanting to move, but when the knock came at the door, I knew our cocooned reprieve was over and I’d have to wake her.
From that moment on, things were about to become more intense.
I only hoped I could do like I said, protect her.
Because, if I lost Stephanie, the last bit of my sanity would be gone, too.
I’d become the deranged killer the families always wanted me to be, and none of their lives would be spared.
That was a promise.