Bonus Epilogue
PRIYA
The Kevlar vest already lies on the floor.
The borrowed shirt follows.
Cool air kisses my bare skin before his chest presses against mine.
Heat radiates from him. Nico pins me against the oak dresser.
The wood bites into my lower spine. I don't care.
His mouth crashes down on mine. Salt, iron, and sun-baked earth flood my senses.
He tastes like violence and desperation.
His calloused palms grip my hips. His fingers dig into my soft flesh, leaving marks that feel permanent.
A low sound rolls out of his throat. My hands map the tribal and geometric tattoos wrapping his corded arms. The ink stands stark against his skin.
The cold metal of his gold watch presses against my back as he hooks an arm under my thighs.
He lifts me off the floor with no effort. My legs lock around his waist on pure instinct.
"Bossy," I mutter against his lips.
"Mine," he rasps. The deep vibration rattles my teeth.
He’s bossy. Arrogant. Impossible to manage.
He carries me across the stark bedroom. The bed dominates the space.
He drops me onto the mattress. The springs barely creak.
He stands over me, a lethal shadow blocking the security lights.
His eyes track every inch of my exposed skin.
No wasted movements. His hands go to his belt. The buckle clinks in the quiet room.
He sheds the rest of his tactical gear, tossing it onto the hardwood floor.
He's naked in seconds. A raw, angry graze sits high on his shoulder, the edges still taped.
The bullet wound. The one he let me clean earlier today.
He operates as a lethal machine, but his damage is internal.
He spent twenty years being unfeeling for his family.
Now he has chosen to turn all that focused energy onto me.
Arousal pools heavy between my thighs. My pussy weeps slick moisture, anticipating his weight.
He crawls over the mattress, a predator claiming his territory. His hands skim the soft curve of my hips. The last barriers are already gone. There’s nothing between us.
I'm bare.
A low sound rolls out of him. He drops his face directly between my legs.
His tongue swipes flat over my clit. A loud moan tears from my throat.
He laps at my wetness, drinking me in like a man who has been wandering a desert.
His rough chin scrapes against my sensitive flesh.
Two fingers press inside me, stretching my slick walls.
He thrusts his fingers in and out, mimicking the brutal pace of a slow fuck.
My hips arch off the bed. He sucks on my clit.
The pressure builds into a towering wave.
My hands fist in his salt-and-pepper hair.
I tug. He welcomes the pain. He groans against my dripping pussy and sucks harder, his tongue swirling in tight, relentless circles.
Spasms rock my body. I cum, screaming his name into the quiet room.
He swallows my release, lapping up the slick.
He crawls up my body. His cock presses against my bare thigh. A drop of precum smears across my skin. He plants his forearms on the mattress beside my ribs, pinning me beneath him. His lungs fight for air.
"Mine," he growls, his voice a gravelly ruin. "You belong to me now."
"I chose to stay, Costa. Don't let it go to your head."
A harsh, rusty laugh escapes him. He kisses me. His tongue slides into my mouth, tasting exactly like my own arousal. He shifts his weight, aligning his cock with my wetness. He pushes forward. The blunt head stretches my tight opening. Precum mixes with my slick, creating a frictionless seal.
He drives deep, sinking in to the hilt.
My body clenches around his girth. He fills me. The stretch is absolute. A guttural groan rips from his throat. He stays still for five agonizing seconds, letting my anatomy adjust to his overwhelming size.
Then he pulls back and slams in.
Flesh slaps against flesh. The primal rhythm takes over.
He grinds his pelvis into mine. The friction against my swollen clit sends sparks shooting through my nervous system.
His heavy thumbs press deep into my hip bones, anchoring me to the mattress.
He thrusts deeper, hitting the right spot inside my tight walls.
Moans echo off the stark bedroom walls. He’s a machine.
Relentless. Focused on dismantling my composure.
His mouth drops to my tits. He licks the sensitive peak of my left nipple, then bites down gently.
A whimper escapes my lips. He sucks the tight bud into his mouth while continuing his brutal pace between my legs.
Each thrust drives him to the hilt. His balls slap against my ass.
Sweat drips from his brow onto my chest.
A physical therapist understands the body.
Muscles contract. Joints hinge. Nerves fire.
But nothing in my medical textbooks explains this kind of total possession.
He is rewriting my anatomy with every thrust. He owns my responses.
He pulls out almost all the way, dragging his cock along my slick walls, then slams back in with devastating force.
My nails dig into his broad shoulders. I leave half-moon indentations in his skin. He leans into the sting. His pace turns frantic. The bed frame creaks in loud protest.
His eyes lock onto mine. "You’re everything," he says.
"Don't stop," I beg, my voice cracking as my hips meet his.
He answers with a brutal, piston-like thrust. The tension snaps violently inside me.
My clit throbs. I shatter around him, my walls clenching tight on his cock.
He groans loudly, driving deep one final time.
She shatters completely around me, her pussy walls clenching in tight, violent spasms around my cock.
I let out a deafening roar, driving my hips deep one final time to pin her flat to the mattress
I welcome the pressure.
The silence of the Costa compound is heavy. No city traffic sounds penetrate these reinforced walls. His ragged breathing fills the room. His face rests in the crook of my neck. His scent anchors me. He remains buried to the hilt inside me. His cock pulses softly against my internal walls.
I drag my fingers through his hair. The short strands are damp with sweat.
He shifts his weight, rolling us onto our sides without breaking our physical connection.
We lie facing each other. His dark eyes are wide open, scanning my face.
The vigilance has gone out of him. The soldier I met on a freezing sidewalk has finally set the rifle down.
"You should be terrified of me," he whispers.
"I deal with shattered bones and torn ligaments for a living, Costa. You're just a different kind of broken."
The corner of his mouth lifts. A fraction. A first. "I massacred a building full of men tonight."
"They were stockpiling an arsenal next to my life. You took out the trash."
He pulls me tighter against him. His arm drapes over my waist. His thumb traces slow, idle circles against my bare hip.
His cock twitches inside my wetness. He's getting hard again. A slow, liquid heat pools low in my belly. He withdraws his length. A cold rush of air hits my slick pussy. He shifts down my body. His hands grip my thighs, pushing them wide. He positions himself securely between my legs.
His mouth descends. He bypasses my clit and kisses the very opening of my pussy.
His tongue parts my swollen lips. He licks deep into my wetness.
I arch wildly off the mattress. He drinks my slick, swallowing my arousal.
He sucks on the sensitive flesh, teasing the clit before darting his tongue back inside my tight walls.
The suction is intense. My hands tangle frantically in the bedding.
He grips my hips firmly, locking me in place.
He refuses to let me escape the pleasure.
He devours me with a starving intensity.
His thumbs press deep into my inner thighs.
He bites down gently on my clit. A loud scream rips from my throat.
He laves the throbbing bud, swirling his tongue in tight, wet circles.
The arousal builds into a towering peak.
He slides two fingers inside my dripping pussy, thrusting in time with his mouth.
He stretches me open, preparing me for something much rougher.
I climax violently. My thighs tremble uncontrollably. He drags his mouth up my stomach, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He settles between my legs again. He grips his cock and guides the blunt head against my dripping opening. He thrusts deep in one brutal, singular motion.
My walls stretch painfully tight around his girth.
He pulls back and slams in again. The pace is frantic.
No slow buildup this time. He intends to obliterate coherent thought in my head.
His hands slide under my lower back, arching me off the mattress.
He targets my tits again. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking while pounding relentlessly into my pussy.
The dual sensation is agonizingly good. Sweat coats our skin, making our bodies slide together with a wet, slapping sound. He grinds his pelvis into mine. The wide base of his cock crushes against my clit with every thrust. I moan incoherently. He is feral. A wild animal claiming his chosen mate.
He pulls out. He flips me onto my stomach. I hit the mattress. He lifts my ass into the air. He aligns his cock with my wetness and pushes straight in.
The angle is deeper. He hits a spot deep inside my walls that sends an electric jolt straight to my brain.
I gasp loudly. He grips my hips like a steel vice.
He pounds into me from behind. His balls slap wetly against my ass cheeks.
His chest crashes into my back. He reaches around to the front and finds my swollen clit.
His calloused fingers rub the tight bud.
He thrusts to the hilt while his fingers work a punishing rhythm.