Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(98)

I've never in my life f*cked a woman as hard and rough. My body is running the show, and I can only enjoy where it takes us.

Saskia groans deep in her chest when the orgasm hits her. I tighten my grip on her hair and press on her clit. Her body shudders from the pleasure. When I pinch her clit, I swear she comes again.

I never slow down. My hands explore with purpose, teasing and testing her body. My hips move unrelentingly. Cock harder than ever before, I relish her cries in a language I don't understand. Even without knowing Ukrainian, I understand she's thanking me for the relief. She's also begging me not to stop.

Once her orgasm passes, Saskia's hips steady their frantic movements and keep pace with mine. In disbelief that she takes so much of me into her petite body, I even wonder if she feels pain from the intense f*cking. If she does, Saskia doesn't mind. She laughs when I slide my wet fingers from her clit to her rock hard nipples.

"I'm close," I groan. "I'm so f*cking close."

Saskia clenches the sheets as if knowing I'm about to unleash inside her. My arms wrap around her, keeping her steady despite the powerful thrusts nearly throwing her off the bed. As the pleasure builds and my balls tighten painfully, I lift her up and hold her in place while emptying myself inside her greedy *.

My hips move long after my cock softens. With her tight *, I don't leave her until I grudgingly lower her back to the bed. Saskia never misses a beat. Rolling onto her back, she stares at me. Face flushed, * drenched, and legs wide open, she's waiting for more.

Before she says the words, I crawl between her legs and take what she so willingly offers. Saskia whimpers and melts into a blissful stupor. Right now in this room, she has no past or future. The ice princess is gone. She's only flesh to be molded and pleasured.





21


Brad

Losing What I Need

Saskia claims what we feel is no more than lust. Considering she's never been an eighteen-year-old guy, she can't understand how well I know about pure, stupid lust. What I feel for this redheaded enigma is nothing like the sexual need I suffered for any hot girl when I was a horny teenager. This desire for her is all encompassing until I can't think of anything without a hint of Saskia included. I hear her voice even when she isn't speaking. I see her even when she isn't in the room. I've lost my damn mind over this woman, but she still believes we're suffering from ordinary lust.

Saskia rests sprawled on her back. Arms spread and legs wide open, she's thoroughly f*cked. I smile at her expression. Blissed out, she stares at the ceiling while my fingers tease a growing hickey on her right breast.

"You look happy," I whisper.

"I am."

Her smile invigorates me. "Why were you so angry earlier tonight? Is that what you're like when pumped up with adrenaline?"

Saskia curls her arms around one of mine and rolls over to look at me. "You didn't stay in the elevator."

"I was worried about you and wanted to help. That was no reason to be so pissed."

"You distract me," she says with a hint of irritation in her otherwise relaxed expression. "I lose my focus when you're around."

"You kicked ass tonight."

"Did I? He got off a shot that might have killed you or me or an innocent bystander. I also wanted him alive."

"What for? I'm f*cking thrilled he's dead."

"Intel."

Caressing her soft hair spread across my chest, I think of Dennis Stein dead at my hands.

"When I escaped years ago, there were only two people in the small house. One was Dennis. The other was a woman named Liz Loucks. She tried to stop me when I ran out of the house, but I shoved her aside. I guess she banged her head or something because the police found her wandering around on the road looking for the sacrifice."

Saskia's gaze remains soft as I speak. In here with her, I don't mind recalling the past.

"The police interrogated her for hours about her accomplices and why she took me. Liz told them nothing. In the cabin, I heard her and Stein say I was a sacrifice to Bagadon. With the police though, she only hummed. She never asked for a lawyer or got upset. She only hummed. Then when she saw her chance, she killed herself. There's no reason to believe the idiot from tonight would have talked."

"I could have made him talk."

"Oh, really?" I ask, grinning.

Saskia holds my gaze and nods. "It's what I do."

My smile fades. "Torture?"

"I refer to my skills as extraction techniques."

"Torture doesn't work. Studies have shown that people will say whatever they have to when tortured. The information isn't reliable."

"Did you read that on the internet?" she says, sitting up against the headboard. "Then it must be true."

Joining Saskia against the headboard, I take her hand. "When those f*ckers were slicing into me, I would have told them whatever they wanted. I begged them for something I could do to make it stop."

Her expression tenses and Saskia tightens her grip on my hand. "Too many madmen or simple freaks think the way to gain intel is through butchery. If they cut off a few fingers or bash someone's face in, the target will tell you anything you want. However, the human mind responds to pain in a variety of ways. A man screaming in pain will likely not know what the truth is even if he desperately wants to tell it."