Page 18 of Taming a Ruthless Heart

I shudder at the exquisite sensations, my body arching into his touch.“I want you,” I breathe.“I want you to make me forget everything.”

He growls softly, his fingers sliding deeper, teasing me.His touch is demanding, yet infinitely gentle, as though he’s afraid I’ll break if he pushes too hard.“You’ve been through hell,” he says softly, his lips brushing mine, confirming my suspicions.

But I don’t want gentleness.Not tonight.I want him to take me, to remind me of what it feels like to be alive, to be his.

“Please, Dave.I want you to own me.”

Darkness clouds his expression for a heartbeat before he blinks it away.He wraps his long fingers around my throat, grounding me.His lips scorch mine for a second before he pushes back, slipping into his role, “Tonight, you’re mine.Do as I say, and I’ll reward you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Back against the headboard.”

I scooch up to assume the position.

He sits on his heels in front of me.“Knees to your chest.Hold your ankles and don’t move.”

He thumbs the hard bud of my clitoris, light as a feather.I shake from head to toes, moaning under the intensity of the pleasure spreading through me.The only points of contact between us are the pad of his thumb and the fire in his gaze.He holds my stare as he inserts two fingers inside me.

I bite my lower lip and squirm under his touch.

“Don’t come before I order you,” he murmurs.

I squeeze my eyes shut, conjuring up images of meadows and mountains to obey him.

“Eyes on me, pet.”

I drag my eyelids up, panting and sweating as my body combusts under Dave’s expert care.

“Please, Sir,” I beg softly.

He growls low in his throat, his control slipping.His fingers move faster.I gasp as the pleasure builds inside me, a tidal wave ready to crash.I tremble, every nerve on fire as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice rough, as he covers my sex with his lips.

I do.The orgasm rips through me, my body arching off the bed as I cry out, “Dave!”

The pleasure is blinding, overwhelming, and for a moment, everything else falls away—the past, the pain.There is only Dave, only this moment, only the pleasure he’s giving me.

He swallows my release, lapping at my folds, creating more waves of ecstasy so he can drink it all.I spear my fingers through his silky hair, pressing him against me.He moans and gasps as he feasts on me.

When I finally come down from the high, a delicious lethargy claims my muscles, and I tumble over the pillows.I hear distant chuckles before realizing they come from Dave.I keep my eyes shut as he rolls my spent body onto my side, pushes the jersey down, and pulls the sheets over me.

But I open one eye when the mattress shifts under his weight as he climbs off the bed.My mouth waters at the sight of his thick erection.I wet my lips and stretch my hand.

He laces his fingers through mine and kisses my forehead.“Not tonight, gorgeous.You’re beat.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I breathe, hanging my hand over the edge of the bed, drifting into sleep.

I allow myself to pretend, just for now, that everything is going to be okay.

I allow myself the luxury of forgetting that the information I’ve uncovered about Igor can get us all killed.

7

Dave

After Alexia falls asleep, I tiptoe across the floor toward the en suite bathroom.I’m furious at myself for not thinking about the consequences of my actions.I’m also mad at Alexia for still wielding so much power over me.The raging erection I’ve been sporting since she straddled me in bed is the proof.

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