Page 23 of The FBI Agents Who Stole Me

“Open up for me.”

I grip her hips and slam into her with more force, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles.

She whimpers.

I shove two fingers into her mouth next to the lace, gagging her instantly.

“Suck. Keep those pretty sounds in your mouth. No one else gets to hear how hard it is for you to be filled with me.”

She shudders at my dirty words. But she needs them. Something in Lee is begging to be tamed, and I’m exactly who she needs to do it.

I piston harder, relentlessly forcing her body to rock forward with every thrust. The mirror shakes.

Her cheeks hollow as she tries to suck my fingers down her pretty throat.

“That’s it. Come on my cock right fucking now. Come harder than you’ve ever come, or I won’t let you finish.”

She explodes around me with a muffled scream, her body spasming so violently I can’t hold on any longer. I fuck her straight through it without mercy, pounding harder, chasing my own release.

“Gonna flood this pussy,” I grit out.

My fingers slip from her mouth, and I wrap my hand around her neck. I need to hold her in place. I bury myself to the hilt and blow deep inside her. I keep grinding through every spurt, forcing her to feel it all.

When I finally pull out, she looks at me heavy-lidded as she tries to draw in a breath.

My hand cups her jaw as I pull the lace from her mouth. I lean in, lips brushing her ear, voice dark and commanding.

“Tell daddy thank you for wrecking that perfect cunt.”

She’s still panting, and her eyes shut for a moment before she speaks. I think I fucked Agent Leighlan so hard she doesn’t remember how to form words.

“Thank you…”

I squeeze her jaw in warning. “Louder. And say it right.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

I kiss the back of her neck, slow and filthy, then step back and watch my cum continue to drip out of her.

CHAPTER 6

Julian

Am I a bastard if I liked having her at my mercy?

Yeah. I am.

After what she did to us, after five months of wondering whether she ever loved me the way I loved her, watching her unable to run away from me is giving me a sick satisfaction that I don’t want to examine too closely.

Jasper winds between my ankles, loudly demanding affection as if I am not currently having a moral crisis. I scoop him up and scratch beneath his chin.

“You need to tell your mom to stop being mad at me,” I say.

Jasper gives me one slow blink that feels deeply judgmental, then launches himself out of my arms. Now I feel bad trying to use his relationship with his mom so that she won’t be angry.

Fuck, Ettie being this close and not under me is making me lose it.

No word from Elliot’s bitch ass. I shouldn’t be surprised. It isn’t like we are exactly friends. We were barely able to get our woman out before Fuller’s men could reach her. Though Elliot hasn’t admitted that he loves her, he must. Men don’t ruin their careers for women they merely enjoy fucking.