Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)(51)

Before she could lose herself in it, however, his free hand came up to wrap her hair around his fist and pulled. “How long do you think it will take before I break you?”

Luna tried to answer, but even she didn’t understand what had left her mouth.

At first, he was contented with rubbing over her clit, but then he was going lower before pushing two fingers into her dripping sex.

Every part of her hummed with pleasure as her body jerked and she pressed back against him. She had never imagined it could be like this—that there was no cloying pain and he was completely focused on her.

And when he pressed against that wondrous spot inside her, she gave him what he wanted. “Please, make me come.”

“Then be a good girl for me and count,” he whispered a moment before he pulled his fingers free, and pushed her back down onto the bed.

Shoving her hair back out of her eyes, Luna tried to make sense of what he meant, let alone see him, but he was just out of her line of sight.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, wet fingers gliding over her ass. “I’ll go easy on you this first time.”

He gave no further warning before his touch was gone, only to come back down with a sharp crack, one that sounder louder than it was painful.

“Count, Luna, lest you make me forget how old you are.”

Was that how many times he planned to …

Her cheeks heated at what he was about to do to her, even as she stammered out the number he wanted. And the moment she said it, anther landed.

And another.

Until she was mindlessly keeping track, her eyes squeezed shut. He never hit the same spot twice, nor did he let up in intensity, but she realized all too quickly with each third hit that he landed, his touch would move between her legs, playing with her until she was a writhing mess beneath him.

Only then did he continue.

And as the last hit rained down on her already sore ass, he moved down the bed until he could get his face between her legs.

She could hear him, that groan of male satisfaction making a flush of heat sweep through her. Kit was tearing at his clothes, not caring where they landed so long as they were off.

Knowing that his need for her was as great as hers for him, her stomach fluttered with anticipation. She could already imagine the feel of him inside her—the way he would stretch her to the point that she was achingly full.

And the thought of that, coupled with the expert way he moved his tongue over her had a high cry spilling from her lips as she came.

Even as blood rushed in her ears, she could hear the satisfied noise he made in the back of his throat before he was gone.

And only a heartbeat later, he was back, the blunt head of his cock dragging between the folds of her * until he was nicely coated before he eased inside, the hand he had at her hip squeezing to keep her in place.

“Fuck.”

The word sounded like it came from somewhere deep inside him, but she couldn’t fully appreciate it before he was pulling out of her in one fluid, jagged slide before slamming back in again.

“Come here,” he ordered, even as he helped to draw her back against his front, his lips at her ear, but he didn’t thrust his hips—he didn’t give her more, Kit just seated himself there. “Ask me nicely and I may let you come again.”

Luna knew what he wanted, but she was determined not to give it to him. Instead, she reached for his hand, dragging it around until she had it where she wanted.

He teasingly made tight circles, whispering about how good she felt, how she was milking his cock, but he kept up that maddening slow pace.

Luna just couldn’t take it any more. “Please, Kit harder.”

“Finally.”

She only had a moment to brace herself before he was slamming into her exactly how he wanted. There was no longer any hesitation as he filled her completely.

There was no restraint—no careful movements to make sure she could take what he was giving. He just f*cked her, over and over until his name was falling from her lips in increasing increments.

But it was his words that caused the unbridled pleasure she felt skyrocket.

That’s it, he said with breathless wonder, take my cock. And only when she was begging him not to stop, nearly screaming at the top of her lungs before she felt his teeth at her throat, and the moment she did, she came again.

He cursed, the sound dark and filled with painful need as he didn’t slow down, but he wasn’t unaffected by the way her * clamped down around him.

And with one last brutal thrust, he stilled, pressed hard against her as he spilled inside of her.

Luna was lost in the sensations, but distantly, she heard her self thanking him.



Early the next morning, they’d set off home, the journey passing far quicker than it had on their way out. While Kit was busy with work, Luna slept most of the way, a fact that made him smile.

Even once they arrived back home, she had disappeared upstairs, while he had gone to finish the work he’d started on the plane, but was interrupted when T?cut dropped by his office with an unmarked package in hand and a curious frown.

Kit barely had it open before his phone was ringing, unknown highlighted at the top. As he finally tore one side free and was able to see the contents, he accepted the call.

“It’s not my birthday,” Kit said, admiring the gleaming metal as he plucked one of the blades from inside. “Why the gift?”