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“Fuck, you feel so good, baby, too tight, too fucking wet.” He pants into my ear, the sound so sexy I clamp around him. “Fuck!” he roars, hammering into me. Gone is the cold, unemotional leader, and in his place is a wild, lust-driven man. “Don’t fucking do that, Nova,” he growls. “Not unless you want me to come in two pumps like a teenager,” he threatens, and even though he tries to slow down, he continues to pound into me.
“Louis,” I snap, “please.” It’s a plea, a demand.
“Hold on, baby. I’ve got you,” he promises, and the hand that was on my throat slides down and circles my clit. “Come for me, let me feel it on my cock. Scream so they all hear and they all know that you’re mine right now. I bet they are in the other rooms, listening and stroking themselves, wishing they were me, but they aren’t, and you’re all mine. It’s my cock you are riding so good, my cock you are drenching, and mine you will come on until you pass out,” he purrs, and fuck it that isn’t the trigger I need.
I come on command like a cum slut, clenching around his cock, and my eyes close with the force. He either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice, fucking me through it.
The other guys, the cameras, the mission, everything is forgotten in the pleasure Louis is dragging out of me, draining every last drop. The orgasm turns into two and then three, flowing through me, and he still doesn’t stop.
“I can’t,” I whisper, but both of us are too deep to stop. “I can’t, another—”
“You can and you will,” he demands, slamming his lips to mine. He swallows my sobs as he fucks me, and I feel the wall dent behind me. His hands hurt where he holds me, and my cunt drips so much I bet it’s on the floor. My clit throbs painfully, and yet when he snarls, chasing his own release, I come alongside him.
I scream my release into his lips as his hips stutter, and his cum splashes inside of me as he groans my name.
We stay locked like that, both breathing raggedly as we shake from the aftershocks. He kisses me softly. “Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” he promises. “You did so good, so fucking good, Nova. Jesus, you feel amazing. It’s never been that good. No one has ever made me want to forget everything before,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine.
A noise has us both looking behind him.
Panting, I look around to see Jonas watching the cameras and us, holding popcorn in his hand. “Don’t let me stop you,” he drawls, making me groan and drop my head to Louis’s shoulder, which shifts with his chuckle.
I’m just about to shout at Jonas for being a perv when something on the camera catches my eye.
“Movement, there’s movement!”
FORTY-THREE
We watch the cameras until morning. All we saw was a hooded man leaving the front door and slipping into an idling car before it pulled away. No one came back, and no one else went in.
It’s been hours, and nothing.
“It’s time,” Louis finally says. “Get ready, we are going in. We need to find the research there and destroy it.”
“And if there’s a kid there?” Isaac reminds him softly.
“Then we save them and get them somewhere safe, somewhere far from their reach,” Louis commands, giving us all a pointed look, so without any more conversation, we all jump up and get ready.
We are going in as soon as the sun sets and need to be ready to find out just what my father was hiding around the world. Is it another kid? More torture in the name of research? If so, who was the man who came out of the house, and why has he not been back?
I guess wondering won’t change anything. Instead, I dress in my usual black jeans, tank, and zip-up bomber. I plait my hair back and grab the cap on the table and tug it down, then I add some knives, avoiding guns. I could use them; I’d just rather not.
I lean back and watch the guys get ready. They are all wearing black, and seeing them like this makes my mouth dry. Tight black T-shirts cling to their muscles, black cargo pants are tucked into boots, and their holsters are hidden under their jackets. Seriously, they look sexy as hell. Louis is perfectly dressed, while Jonas is mussed and his shirt gapes slightly to show his pecs. Isaac’s outfit has more pockets for first-aid supplies, Nic has more weapons strapped to his body, and Dimitri is carrying a laptop. When they all check themselves over, I can’t help but smile.
It’s an important mission, but jeez, they look cute, like toy soldiers but oh so damn sexy.
Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “Let’s go.”
* * *
We wait until the sun sets to make our move, watching from bushes both in the front and rear of the house. No one comes or goes, and there’s no movement at all. A bad feeling starts building in my stomach, but I keep it to myself as the instructions come through my earpiece from Louis, who’s in the front with Isaac and Dimitri. I’m with Jonas and Nico in the back.
“Five minutes, and then we move. Set watches.” I hear Nico doing it and trust him to alert us. Jonas is busy drawing dirty stick figures in the mud, and when I glance over, he wiggles his eyebrow, pointing at an elaborate sexual position.
“This is for us to try later,” he teases.
“Jonas, you perv—wait, is that even possible?” I tilt my head, looking over the diagram as I feel Nico’s eyes on me.
“Yes,” he grunts, and we both swing our heads to him, wearing twin expressions of shock. His face is cool and collected as he watches us back.
