Love Thy Enemy (Red Stone Security #13)(45)

He didn’t respond about the condom. If she didn’t want one, he trusted her to be on the pill. The truth was, he wanted to be inside her bare too. Even the thought was almost too much for the last shred of his control.

Crushing his mouth to hers, he covered her body with his. He grasped her wrist, pulled her hand away from his cock because no way was he coming in her hand. Not this first time.

He’d never wanted a woman like this. Ever. He felt f*cking possessed as he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly slid inside her inch by inch. He pulled back just a little so he could see her face, could make sure he wasn’t hurting her. Her dark eyes were dilated as he moved into her, her breathing erratic and the pleasure in her gaze crystal clear. She was slick and so tight it took all his control to do this right.

Which was hard when his balls were pulled up tight and all he wanted to do was empty himself inside her. Especially after she’d said she wanted him inside her with no barrier.

Yeah, this woman was his. In a way he hadn’t fully comprehended until now. He knew that having her in his life would give him a weakness he’d never had before.

But letting her go wasn’t an option. He couldn’t live in a world with her and not have her in his life. Nope. Not happening.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her swollen lips. The words came out guttural as he held back the urge to slam into her.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes glazed over with passion as he gave the final push inside her. There was a slight resistance that gave way before he was buried fully inside her.

Her inner walls tightened around him but he didn’t move, just watched her carefully, heart pounding. “Is this okay?”

Her lips curved up ever so slightly, her breathing uneven as she nodded. “It’s different. I feel very full but…no pain. Promise,” she whispered.

The truth in her eyes was clear so he pulled back slowly, gritting his teeth at how good she felt, how tight.

Everything about this moment was so intimate. He wanted to look away, felt too vulnerable as she stared up at him, but he couldn’t. This was more than sex to him. More than he could put into words.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Being with her like this had ripped him in two so that he felt like a different person. A better person with her.

She stroked her fingers down his back as he thrust in and out of her. The sensation of being inside her was too much and not enough. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.

She was an addiction he was more than glad to succumb to.

He wasn’t sure if she’d be able to have a second orgasm, but he was damn sure going to try. Slowing down his thrusts, he reached between their bodies and tweaked her clit, rubbing with enough pressure he knew she’d like it.

She jerked against him, sucking in a sharp breath as her inner walls started rippling around him. He felt her climax start to build almost immediately, could hear it in the way her breathing grew erratic and out of control.

When she reached down and grabbed his ass, digging her fingers into him in a purely possessive way as she cried out his name, he let go. There was nothing else to do.

Her name was on his lips as they both came. He thrust into her long and hard as he found his release. It felt as if he climaxed forever. He buried his face against her neck, breathing her in as his orgasm finally subsided.

She wrapped her arms around him tight, holding him so close he never wanted to let her go. Her embrace made him feel honored and possessive at the same time. “That was wonderful,” she murmured, her voice just a little sleepy.

He couldn’t find his voice so he just held her, trying to come to terms with how his life had just shifted.

And he was done worrying that she was going to stab him in the back, that she was working some angle against him. This, what she’d given him… He simply knew now that she wasn’t waiting to hurt him.

The only way she could hurt him was by walking away.





Chapter 15





“I could lie here all day,” Dominique murmured against Viktor’s solid chest. She wasn’t sure what time it was but it was early. At least it was Saturday so she didn’t have to worry about work.

His hand stroked up and down her back in a lazy rhythm. Though he was hard, he hadn’t made a move to touch her since their last bout of lovemaking. Which was good because she was too sore. She traced her finger over the curves of one of his many tattoos. When he’d completely bared himself to her she’d been surprised by how many he truly had. Not to mention the multitude of long faded scars that covered his body—mainly his torso and arms. One day she would ask him what the tattoos meant and how he’d gotten the scars.

After their first time he’d been so sweet, surprising her by getting a warm cloth and cleaning between her legs. It had been so intimate, so…unexpected. She’d quickly learned that he did a lot of unexpected things. He’d made her so angry last night, just taking over and ordering her back to his house, but she could see that it was from a place of protectiveness. And it certainly didn’t make her like him any less. If anything, his bossiness turned her on. Not that she was going to tell him that. Not yet anyway. He’d probably turn into a super caveman if she did.

“I would like that very much. How are you feeling?” He reached between her legs, cupping her sex in a purely possessive move. His big hand was gentle though.