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“What were you thinking?” he growled at her, but the bite he’d intended to use wasn’t there and clearly she wasn’t intimidated as she went up onto her toes and pressed her lips against his.
Their kiss ended abruptly as a hand slammed down on Havel’s shoulder and he was spun around, his face meeting Radik’s fist.
CHAPTER FORTY
The stiff lines of Havel’s body told the story of his blazing anger. After Jozef and Ayaan had pulled him and Radik apart, he’d stormed onto the airplane, shouted at Jozef who listened without defending himself, pointed at Ayaan and said, “You’re fired.”
It had been Ayaan’s idea to pull her brother in for added security while they mounted a rescue in a hostile region. It had been a calculated risk as Radik had been itching for a fight with the Guard Dog mercenaries and had used Havel’s rough handling of his sister as an excuse to punch someone. Still, the end result was Havel on the plane flying back to Prague and Leeza couldn’t argue with results.
After chewing them out, Havel had lapsed into silence for the rest of the flight. Leeza suspected he was waiting until someplace more private before he unleashed on her, and she was right.
“Where’s Kris?” Havel demanded the moment they stepped foot in their apartment.
“He’s with Shaun and Fatima at the mansion.” Though he was a towering wall of fury, her body was responding to him. The way he looked in his fatigues, the scent of his sweat, the growth of bristles dusting his jaw.
“Good,” he snarled, “because the kid doesn’t need to hear this.”
Havel was right, Kris didn’t need to hear what was about to happen, but not because they were going to scream at each other. Or at least not in anger.
As Havel started toward her, his intent clearly one of aggression, she ran at him, launching herself into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist, hoping he wouldn’t let her fall on her ass.
His arms tightened around her as he stared at her in surprise. “What the fuck…?”
She dragged his head down and shoved her tongue into his mouth to announce her intentions. She wanted to fuck him and she wanted it right now.
Havel groaned, his hand coming up to grip the back of her neck so he could slant his lips across hers, gaining deeper access. He turned her toward the dining room table and sat her on top. “We’re talking about you waltzing into a warzone like it was teatime,” he growled.
“Later,” she said, her nimble fingers raced down his front, shoving buttons through holes and then pushing his jacket over his shoulders.
He shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Gripping her hips, he pulled her ass to the edge of the table, forcing her to feel the steel of his cock. “Later,” he agreed, shoving her skirt up her thighs and gripping the soaking crotch of her panties. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me.” The fabric bit into her thighs as he tore them from her, making her yelp. “You deserve that and more for taking ten years off my life.”
The memory of walking into the General’s camp washed over her. The adrenalin as she negotiated with a man who held their lives at his fingertips. The rush of walking away with Havel as her prize.
Havel guessed where her thoughts had wandered to. “You liked playing Interpol with Mbengue, didn’t you?”
“It felt good taking away some of his power,” she admitted. “Taking what I wanted from him.”
Havel reached between them, unbuttoning and unzipping his fatigues before dragging out his thick, heavy cock. “You lied to him,” Havel grunted, lining himself against her dripping core before slamming into her. He shoved her back onto the table, coming down on top of her, her knees gripping him. “You better not ever fucking lie to me the way you lied to him.”
She gasped as he bottomed out, the fit tight, her g-spot lighting it up. “I never would,” she promised.
He pulled his cock out of her, spun her around until her head hung off the side of the table, then shoved himself into her mouth. Though he was no longer filling her pussy, it ached with pleasure as he used her mouth and throat. She slid her fingers down her body, sinking them into her slippery cunt, massaging while he grunted above her.
“When I saw you wearing that tight skirt and those heels, I wanted to tear that place apart. I wanted to strangle and fuck you at the same time.” He did just that, strangling her throat while stroking his cock in and out. “You’re lucky I don’t lock you up until you’re too old to pull a stunt like this.”
She grinned, her lips stretching around his cock. He’d forgiven her. Despite his rough handling, she sensed the anger diminishing. His rescue didn’t happen the way he wanted, but he couldn’t argue with the results. Well, he could, and he would, but she knew he’d come around.
Her operation had gone off flawlessly and if there was one thing Havel could appreciate, it was good field work.
His cock flared in her mouth, filling her until she couldn’t take anymore. She thought he was about to come, but he pulled out and spun her around again until she was facing him, her back pressed against the table. Dragging her hips to the edge, he shoved three thick fingers inside her, fucking her with them while he jacked himself.
She moaned and gripped the table, anchoring herself and lifting her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. The feeling of fullness inside her increased as he added a finger, stretching her, creating an unbearable pressure inside her. She felt like she would die if it didn’t release.
“Havel!” she keened, gripping the table so hard her knuckles ached.
“Come for me, lásko.” His voice was like the rush of water over gravel, strained, harsh, but also soothing.
She screamed her orgasm, her head flung back, her hips rocking against him. Hot jets of semen splashed across her pussy, belly, and breasts.
