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“Harder. Yes . . . there . . . God . . .” she screamed again as he tasted her addictive essence. He growled and sucked her clit as she shuddered against him. Her juices flooded his mouth, but he was ravenous for more, tunnelling his tongue into her entrance to seek the source of his hunger.
“Now, Viktor,” Marissa pleaded. “Fuck me now! Now!”
Sliding up her body and anchoring her leg, he sank into her by degrees, relishing the tightness gripping his cock. Pulling out, he repeated the process.Fucking hell, she feels incredible. No wonder he was drunk on her. The last vestiges of his control snapped when on his third withdrawal, he slammed back inside her and exponentially increased his thrusts, pounding inside her again and again and again.
Marissa had lost it, her head was shaking from side to side, moaning in abandon, her pussy sucking his cock in as she spasmed around him.
“That’s it, Marissa. Fuck, your pussy is tight,” Viktor groaned. His breathing serrated as he struggled to keep hisrelease at bay to give her another one. Feral in his possession, grunting and pumping like a beast in rut, he planted a hand on the headboard as he adjusted his penetration so he could go deeper, harder. Her hips tilted up when he rammed into her at an angle, drilling into her.Mine!
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Marissa gasped. Her nails were digging into his chest. She cried out incoherently in what sounded like a mixture of pain and ecstasy, but he was too far gone. Yet he denied his release for the reward of staying inside her longer.
“Feels so good, kitten,” he said raggedly as he thrust a couple of more times. His back bowed before it arched for his release, propelling him forward, he had to grip the headboard so tight, he thought he’d splintered it. He shuddered long and hard, choking on his roar. “Marissa . . . fuck . . . fuck . . .” His heart was still racing. His breathing was labored when the last of his climax left him. He lowered his hand from the headboard and braced his outstretched arms on either side of Marissa. Staring down at her beautiful green eyes, he stated matter-of-factly, “I do believe I’m in love with you.”
Her expression was guarded, and then her lips curved in a tender smile. She reached out to touch his cheek. “I know, big guy.”
Viktor collapsed on top of her, enfolding her securely into him, and rolled to his side. After five sleepless nights, he had his woman finally ensconced in his arms and the beast inside him was quiet and content.
Viktor wokeup and was not pleased when Marissa was not beside him. How could he have slept so deeply? It was almost noon, he cursed himself as he got out of bed. He had not even heard Morgan come back from his run and that bothered him. He had fucked himself into a coma and left himselfopen. That almost never happened. He heard voices in the kitchen and stealthily made his way over there.
“Both at the same time?” Marissa’s incredulous voice asked. “Is that even possible? That sounds painful.”
“Pleasure from pain, babe,” Morgan’s voice was thick, and Viktor bristled. He recognized lust in his tone and he hated another man calling his woman ‘babe’. And what the fuck were they talking about?
“Let me get this straight,” his woman squeaked. “One cock up the vagina, and another one in my . . . um in the ass. Wouldn’t that rip a woman apart?”
“No. You’d be surprised how stretchable—”
Viktor decided it was time to put an end to this conversation.
“Not another word, Morgan,” Viktor warned, stepping into the kitchen and became doubly furious when he saw Marissa’s guilty expression while Stan Morgan had a triumphant look on his face. The man must have a death wish because Viktor was this close to slitting his throat.
“Good of you to join us, Baran,” Morgan said.
“Fuck off!” Viktor shot back. Turning to Marissa, he snapped, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
She raised a sardonic brow, which irked him more. “You looked like you needed some rest.”
“In all the time you’ve known me, has rest been a problem?” He was unravelling and he knew it. He’d come to the unsettling realization of his feelings for Marissa, told her, shown her by worshipping her body, and all she said was “I know.” That fucking stung. Wasn’t the standard reply,I love you, too? Fuck him! He was turning into a pussy.
“Do you need coffee, Viktor?” Marissa asked dryly.
He narrowed his eyes at her. She was asking for another hard fucking. Oh yes, she was.
Morgan sighed. “Should I have run a marathon? Wouldthat have given you guys enough time to get this sexual tension out of the way?”
Marissa blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear self-consciously. “Don’t be silly, Stan.”
Stan? Stan? She’s on first name basis with this prick?
“Would anyone care to explain how you two happen to be discussing—if I’m not mistaken—three-way sex,” Viktor said.
Marissa visibly gulped. She looked helplessly at Morgan.
“I was teasing Ms. Cole.” Morgan shrugged. “And she blasted me for my dig at you yesterday regarding the ménage. I suggested you looked like a man who was into that stuff.”
Fucking Stan Morgan.
Viktor kept his mouth shut.
