Page 8 of Perfect Martinis

“Hmph. Whether you think you can or not, you will,” he says, positioning himself over me, suspended on his muscular arms.

I look up into his ink black eyes, which have darkened even more with lust. He watches my expression as his tip teases my entrance, barely pushing the opening. “Tell me, is this what you want, Moriah?”

“Yes,” I reply.

A sharp tug on my hair. “Yes what?”

I smirk. “Yes, sir.”

“Better.” And with that he inserts himself inside of me, making me stretch around him. I moan, spurring him on, slowly at first to get me used to his girth inside of me and to find a rhythm he likes. Each thrust makes me wetter and wetter, easing my pain, until he picks up his speed and ferocity.

He makes me gasp with every thrust, every grind of his hips against mine, and every moan he lets out as my muscles suck him in. I put my hands on his shoulders but he moves them and pins them above my head, making me immobile.

He looks down into my eyes again; his filled with passion, lust and something dark and deep. “You are mine, Moriah Romano. Mine.”

I nod, unsure if I'm losing my mind. But I want to be his. “I am yours,” I gasp as his thrust hits a spot that makes me see stars.

He seats himself deep within me, staying in there. I feel his heartbeat and pulse in time with mine.

“No matter what, you will always be mine.” Each word was punctuated with a deep, hard thrust.

“Oh, Jeong-Ki, yes I am … yours … ah!” He finds that spot again, and he keeps hitting it with every thrust as my orgasm builds.

“That’s it. Come. Come for me,” he coaxes. His silky, dark voice combined with his hard cock inside of me pushes me over the edge and I come around him, harder than before, squirting my juices on my silken sheets and coating him as he thrusts a few more times before he released his seed in me, truly claiming me as his.

Chapter Five

Moriah

When I wake up, the shower is running. My whole body feels like I got put through the toughest workout known to man. I relish the ache. Just thinking about how good Jeong-Ki felt inside me makes me want more.

I don't know what I was thinking last night, saying yes.

I'm glad I did.

For a minute I wait for regret to seep in, but nothing changes. I'm just sore and happy as Hell.

The bed next to me is still warm, so it hasn't been long since JK got up. I stand as well, wanting to start a pot of coffee before I take my turn in the shower.

Fuck, even my hips hurt. I didn't know that was a thing. That causes me to stumble and I see I accidentally kicked JK's jeans.

I bend to pick them and all our other clothes up off the floor when something heavy falls to the ground.

A gun.

He has a gun.

My whole body freezes.

Why does he have a mother fucking gun?

A wallet slipped out too, so I bend to pick that up, half-wondering if I let a gang member or random crazy person into my house, into me.

He has a Special Forces badge.

Officer San Jeong-Ki. Seoul precinct. Organized crime.

My intuition isn't always right; I've made some mistakes in the past. But right now I have a bad, bad feeling.

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