Page 41 of Marked By the Devil

She pressed her lips shut tight.

“How can you think that anyone’s going to be welcoming you back to those offices after you were supposedly set up to be killed on the first night of the job?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore!” It left her as a wretched admission that she likely loathed to share with me. Or with anyone. Stubbornness and pride were mighty forces, but in this context, she was using them as a shield.

“I don’t know what to think, Viktor. Of seeing all that evidence of bribes being paid. Of my superior and colleagues consorting with the enemy.” She licked her lips again. I knew she wasn’t doing it to tease me but as merely an action of her speaking so heatedly and quickly. But dammit, did the gesture get to me. I was drawn to silence her and show her that she didn’t need to think. She could just feel instead. Feel me. Feel my mouth on hers until she was sighing with desire and I was growling with lust.

“I don’t know what to think of your teasing me and letting me think I could fit into this insanity that you call life. I don’t know what to think of your request for help when it means forfeiting my moral compass.”

I cinched the back of her shirt with my fingers, my heart revved up with a residual adrenaline rush she was making me feel as she spoke faster and more frantically.

Inches parted us, and I was too close to snapping as it was.

“I don’t know what to think of your kissing me and touching me…” She furrowed her brow as she lowered her voice. Gazing up at me like this, she bewitched me. “I don’t know what to think of how freeing it felt to let you… to let you get under my skin like this and make me wish for more.”

“Then don’t.” I lowered to kiss her. She didn’t pull back or fight. Standing still and too rigid for my liking, she kept her eyes closed as I reared back. “Don’t think, Wren.”

She heaved out a deep exhale and opened her lips. Before she could argue further, I dipped down and claimed her mouth again.

First she unfurled her fists that had been wedged between us. Then she placed her palms flat on my chest. My heart raced wildly under my ribcage, and it only made it all that much more thrilling when it sped up even more.

For her. Because of her.

Heat swamped me, weighing me down with the leaden potency of my blood rushing south. Of the excitement of having another chance to have her.

I retreated, only an inch so our breath still mingled in the limited space between us. Staring into the molten desire swirling in her green eyes, I lowered to pick her up. As I scooped her off the ground, I plastered my mouth to hers again. She linked her arms around my neck, holding on tight as she parted her lips and dueled with my tongue as I plundered her and sought her sweet taste. Her legs followed suit under my hands on her ass, prodding her to wrap those slender limbs around my waist.

Kissing her and drowning in the magic of her being so responsive, I carried her to the bed.

Not the sofa.

My bed, where she should have been all this time.

I followed her down, covering her as I began to tug at her clothes. She wasn’t idle either, her fingers clasping at my shirt, then my pants. There wasn’t any hesitation now. Since I’d made a move and come on to her when she was conflicted about her purpose and all that shit about needing to do the right thing, she was fully engaged and just as impatient for us to get as naked as possible as quickly as possible.

We shed our clothes without finesse. Ripped fabric and missing buttons wouldn’t slow us down. Together, we were in a race to feel every bare inch of each other. To grind together and start that addicting friction of her pussy and my cock. Her breasts and my chest.

Fumbling to stay together while we stripped, I sucked on her lips and knew that foreplay would have to come next time. And the next. And the next after that.

I leaned up, tearing my mouth off hers to gaze at her spread out on my bed. That halo of red hair splayed out on the dark blue comforter. Her flushed cheeks and puckered nipples. Her flat stomach and her slim legs parting slowly.

“Don’t think,” I told her as I positioned myself between her legs. I swiped my fingers over her entrance, smearing her cream. “Just feel me.” I notched my dick at her wet entrance and took hold of her thighs. Then as I spread them apart and shifted her ass more in the air, lifted off the mattress, I slammed in all the way.

No preamble.

No warning.

One smooth, swift slide in.

Her slick walls gloved me, sucking me in. Her body trembled, holding me deep inside with my balls flush against her ass cheeks.

Holding her up and looming over her, I committed the sight of her to memory. Just like this. Open. Exposed.

Mine.

“Feel me.”

She nodded, seeming to take that as a question.