Stolen by Two FBI Agents
Prologue
LEE
I shouldn’t be here.
I shove the thought away and kiss him harder. My back scrapes against the exposed brick when Julian crashes me into the wall of my apartment.
Strong hands pin me in place, and my legs automatically open for him. His mouth burns a kiss into my neck while his fingers shove my panties aside. He hikes my skirt over my hips and drives into me.
“Fuck,” he rasps, and I love when I make him this desperate.
My tits ache against my bra, crushed between us, and I’ve never hated a piece of clothing more.
Julian is a flame, and I would jump in as a moth any day to feel him against me.
“Goddamn tight.” His voice sounds like gravel as he slams into me again.
I’ve never been stretched this wide, and if he rips me apart, it might be worth it. I’m already broken anyway. Letting Julian finish the job of my complete destruction would be a better ending than I deserve.
Elliot's words are still ringing in my ears.
Lee, this thing with us was never serious for me. It was fun. Hot as hell. But I’m not ready for anything more than that right now.
I suppose I should be grateful Elliot walked away before finding out what I’ve done. What I’m still doing to get justice for my sister. I’m not grateful. I’m fucking devastated, and only Julian Jameson can dull my pain.
His ragged breaths heat my neck as I dig my nails into his shoulders. With one hand, he gathers my wrists and pins them above my head. He always knows exactly what I need.
Fuck, I’m so awful for calling him tonight. For coming here and letting him screw me against the wall, like I didn’t already shatter both of us. I told him what this was. One night and a terrible decision is all this will be.
But the way he responds to my every movement, the way he touches me like he never stopped loving me, steals the air from my lungs. I thought I died when I left him the first time. Letting him go again might actually kill me.
“You look so damn fuckable like this, babydoll.” His teeth graze my nipple through my shirt. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to feel you wrapped around me again.”
My hips roll in response, giving him whatever he wants, and the teeth of his zipper hit my clit. The sharp pain snaps through my core, and I come around him. My whole body locks, and a needy whine spills out of me, the kind that would humiliate me if anyone else heard it.
Julian wouldn’t let that happen, though. He wants me to himself. If I let him, he would keep me close enough to take whenever he pleased. With how good he just made me feel, I might consider it.
“That’s my good girl, coming all over me,” he whispers in my ear, never slowing his pace. He bottoms out with every brutal thrust.
Whoever says size doesn’t matter is a liar. Julian’s fat dick is better than any toy I’ve ever used. It’s the girth. Girth matters, and that is my new life philosophy.
When my body gives out, he releases my wrists and bands one hand around my throat, holding me still while he fills me with every hot pulse of his release.
“Fuck, Ettie. You make me feel…”
He cuts off his confession for both of our sakes and crushes his mouth against mine.
One thing I know is I am absolutely not worthy of this man’s love. I force the reminder into my head and ignore the part of my heart still screaming for him to keep me.