Page 117 of Beloved
Her mouth twisted in a way that made me that much hungrier for her.
While I could easily kiss her all night long, I chose to make good on my need to claim every inch.
As soon as I lifted her off my cock, she clawed at my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Haven’t you learned?” I shot back. “Taking everything I want.”
When I spun her around to face the window, she stiffened from the storm.
“Relax, I won’t allow anything to happen to you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
I slipped my fingers into her wetness, while rubbing the edge of my thumb around her dark hole.
“You’re crazy,” she murmured.
“Yes, I am.”
After I pressed the tip further inside, she let off a deep moan that fueled the darkness within me. My balls were tight and ready, my cock twitching even more.
I took my time, sliding a single finger inside to the knuckle. When I could tell she’d gotten used to the feeling, I added a second then third, even flexing them open while she undulated her hips back and forth. The way she reacted could easily drive me crazy. My need was only increasing and I was somewhat rougher, but she was riding my fingers as if she already owned them.
She stiffened once again when I pressed the tip of my dick against her asshole. Her fingers clamped around my knees, her head held high, and the soft mews coming from her mouth were everything I needed to hear.
I was slow and easy in sliding my cock inside, allowing her to become used to the thickness. Every movement she made only added to the raging desire until I couldn’t take it any longer, my patience all but tossed aside. As I slipped the remainder of my dick inside, I was rewarded with a soft purr that could light a man on fire.
She rocked with me as she’d done before, shifting her hips until I was fully seated inside. There was nothing sweeter than being able to pull her closer, folding my arms around her waist as I lifted my hips. Her ass felt made for my cock, and as we found our rhythm together I swore to myself that I would claim every inch of her again and again.
My sweet little healer was the one good thing in my life.
And I’d be damned if anyone would ever take her away.
* * *
Numbers never lied.
While my father never acted as if he cared about the business end of the regime, the dollars earned versus expenses, I knew better. He’d pored over the financials every month, easily finding a single discrepancy.
He’d taught me what to look for, a skill I valued, so when Kirill had presented me with the latest corporate financials, I’d devoured them in minutes.
One key element.
Stash had asked for an audit.
An interesting detail that wouldn’t go without exploration.
The truth was right there.
But the discrepancies had nothing to do with extorting money. There was too much, the dollars unaccounted for.
“When are you making contact?” Kirill asked.
I glanced at my watch but only briefly, studying Rafaela in a fitful sleep. I’d hoped the lull of the plane’s engines would help, but she was fighting demons in her slumber. Just like I’d been doing. “In a few minutes.”
“The trap is set.”
“The trap?”
