Savage Hearts (Queens & Monsters #3)(84)

My heart beats like mad. My skin burns like fire. My nipples ache, and my breathing is rough.

I want him to fuck me, right here on the back seat of this car.

He knows. Of course he knows. With an animal’s snarl, he pulls his fingers out of me, unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers, and rips open his fly. His big stiff cock springs out into his hand.

Rubbing it against my soaked folds, he whispers harshly, “Mouth.”

I kiss him. He kisses me back like I’m a life preserver, and he’s drowning. He flexes his hips, nudging the crown of his cock at my entrance. With a thrust, he slides in.

He’s thick, hard, and throbbing. He grips my hips and starts to pump into me, grunting in pleasure, then leans in and takes a mouthful of my breast.

He bites it, sinking his teeth into the flesh beneath my nipple.

I love the way it feels, pain and pleasure wound up in a hot little concentrated ball. The feeling makes my pussy throb and my chest ache. I start to grind against his pelvis, rubbing my clit against him as his fat cock spreads me open wide.

He slides a hand around from my hip to my ass and fondles the sensitive bundle of nerves between my ass cheeks, teasing his fingers back and forth over it.

“I want to fuck this little rosebud,” he whispers hotly, panting. “Have you let a man fuck you here before?”

Shuddering, I moan his name.

“No, I know you haven’t. But you’re gonna let me. You’re gonna let me be the first and last. But before that, you’re gonna come on my cock, baby.” His voice drops. “And I want you to come hard.”

He presses with his finger. It slides into my ass. I cry out, trembling and starting to buck against him helplessly. I cling to his shoulders and ride him, listening to him murmur every filthy thing I never knew I needed to hear a man say.

When my moans grow louder and more broken and I’m clawing at his shoulders, my entire body tensed, Mal pulls my head down with a hand in my hair and puts his mouth next to my ear.

His voice dark and rough, he commands, “Come for me, baby. Give it to Daddy.”

He shoves his finger deep inside my ass and bites my throat like a savage.

I climax, sobbing.

My pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock, violent contractions that shake my whole body. My clit throbs and pulses. My thighs shake. I shoot into outer space at a million miles per hour, impaled on his cock, his mouth hot and voracious on my skin.

It goes on and on for what seems like forever. Pleasure crashes over me in waves. I feel surrounded by him, devoured by him, consumed.

I never want it to end.

Then he’s kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he pumps his hips faster, moaning and pulling my hair, fucking me in a frenzy. He drops his head to my shoulder and releases my hair, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me tightly against his chest.

With one final, violent thrust, he orgasms.

He groans against my neck.

It goes all the way through me.

I feel him pulse and throb and listen to his beautiful husky groans of pleasure, and something unlocks inside the center of my chest.

The moment feels powerfully significant. I have to fight the sudden urge to cry.

We stay like that, locked together, panting and shaking, until Mal rubs his beard gently against my neck. He exhales, squeezing me tight.

He murmurs something in Russian. It’s achingly soft.

I don’t ask what it is.

I’m overwhelmed enough already.





When the car pulls into the parking garage at Mal’s building, I’m snuggled in his lap with the jacket of his suit over my shoulders and his arms wrapped around me. I feel boneless, like Jell-O, and high.

My torn dress covered by his jacket, he carries me to the elevator as I rest my head against his chest. Even with my eyes closed, I know the men in suits are bowing as we pass.

He doesn’t speak on the ride up. He stays silent as he carries me into the bedroom. When he lays me down on the bed and undresses me, he still doesn’t utter a word.

He kneels next to the bed, throws my legs over his shoulders, and puts his face between my thighs. Running his hands up and down my naked body, he lavishes my clit with his tongue. I arch and moan, shivering in pleasure.

I get the feeling I’m being rewarded.

When my cries are loud and I’m nearing climax, he turns his head and bites my thigh.

He whispers, “You said relationship.”

Delirious, panting, I say, “What?”

He glances up at me. In the shadows, his eyes glitter with intensity. “You said kidnapping wasn’t a good way to start a relationship, but it would make a great story.”

Holding my gaze, he lowers his head and sucks gently on my clit.

My uterus contracts. My nipples tingle. The room feels like it’s on fire.

“Oh, god—Mal—oh—”

He whispers, “Is that what you think we have? A relationship? Because it feels more like an obsession to me. A compulsion. A knot too tangled to be unwound.”

He goes back to sucking, adding a finger and pumping it slowly in and out.

When I moan loudly, he drags me to the edge of the bed so my ass is hanging off. He supports my bottom with both hands as he eats me, going back and forth between licking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me the way he likes to do, fucking me with it.