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“THERE WILL BE NO DISCUSSING ANYTHING—”
“Give them ten minutes.” That was Phoenix’s voice. “Stop cursing; you would do the same. Don’t be a jackass. Go grab some vodka, you Russian prick—”
More cursing.
“It’s not my fault!”
It was quiet, and then another voice sounded. “I expected more than ten minutes. It’s called stamina.” Chase chuckled, and footsteps sounded.
I thought they were gone.
Even if they weren’t, I couldn’t take it anymore—instead, I took her hard against the headboard, sliding into her so easily that I moaned.
She grabbed my forearms and held on for dear life while I fucked her; it wasn’t romantic or pretty. Then again, neither was her rescue, and neither were we.
I knew that they could probably hear the headboard hitting the wall or the semi-squeaky bed, but I really didn’t give a shit, not while I was in heaven.
“Deeper, Santino. You can do that, right? With that giant dick of yours.” She squeezed her eyes shut, teeth clenched.
“Lay down and wrap your legs around me,” I ordered. “I’m going to flip you onto your stomach.”
She let go, and while still inside her, I flipped her onto her stomach and pushed deeper. “Raise your hips, Katya.”
She did. I could tell because she clenched so hard around me, it was almost painful.
“That feels different.” She pounded a fist against the pillows and then screamed into one when I bit her ass.
Well, now they knew for sure.
It drove me deeper and deeper.
I wanted no separation. For whatever reason, and I was still trying to figure it out, I just knew I was in this now.
I thought I’d somehow seduced her into getting rid of her fear, and now I knew the truth; she’d seduced me from the start.
Damn it.
I jerked her hips back against me until her walls squeezed me so tight I knew she was close. Emotions of panic ran rampant through my head, but pleasure took number one.
I massaged her breasts, desperate to feel them bare when she found her release, but I was too late; she slumped forward with a moan, two more strokes, and I was there and exhausted, both emotionally and physically.
I pulled out with a hiss and laid back on the bed. “Think that was ten minutes?”
She crawled over to me and rested her head on my chest. “Do you think it matters now?”
I grabbed her fingertips and kissed them. “Probably not.”
“At least I’m better than your ex-fiancé?”
“A frog would be better than my ex-fiancé.” I snorted.
She started to pull away.
“No, no, no.” I hauled her back. “I’m not comparing you to a frog, and yes, you’re way better, you always were.”
Another knock sounded. “Get dressed; it’s been at least twelve minutes. Head downstairs as soon as possible.”
I sighed. “I wonder if this is what death row feels like?”
