Page 42 of Retaliation

He didn’t waste a moment. He bent her over the couch, pressing her face into the cushions with one hand on her back, his dominance clear in every calculated move. The other hand slid down her spine, leaving a burning trail in its wake, before his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her thong. In one fluid motion, he pulled it down, exposing her completely.

Before she could fully register the vulnerability of her position, she felt him kneel behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks apart with a hunger that was almost palpable. The cool air hit her drenched core, and she

shuddered, the need inside her reaching a fever pitch.

He didn’t give her time to think, to catch her breath. His grip tightened on her, holding her in place as his mouth descended on her exposed pussy. His tongue traced a searing path along her slick folds, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge, until she was trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, was designed to unravel her, to make her lose herself entirely to the pleasure he was so expertly giving her.

And as she gasped and moaned, pressing her hips back into him, the last coherent thought in her mind was that this was exactly what she wanted—to be consumed by him, to be taken apart and put back together in a way that only he could.

“Fuck,” he growled, the word dripping with raw desire as his tongue traced a slow, deliberate line from her throbbing clit all the way up to where her thong had clung to her just moments before. The heat of his breath against her wet skin sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned, her fingers digging into the couch as she braced herself, desperate for more.

But just as her need reached a fever pitch, he rose to his feet. She barely registered the sound of his pants hitting the floor before his strong hand gripped the fabric of her skirt, bunching it tightly in his fist. He used it to pull her back toward him, positioning her perfectly as he lined himself up. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his full length inside her, filling her completely, the sudden intrusion sending a jolt of pleasure so intense through her body that she cried out, her voice echoing in the room.

He didn’t wait, didn’t hold back. He pulled out only to slam back into her with a force that left her breathless, his pace unforgiving, his need as overwhelming as her own. Each thrust drove him deeper, claiming her in a way that was both primal and possessive, as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he needed her more than air.

Her body responded to him instinctively, each powerful stroke pushing her closer to the edge of a bliss she had never imagined. His free hand snaked up her spine, his fingers locking into her hair with a grip that was both demanding and commanding. He jerked her head back, arching her neck as he pulled her flush against his chest, his breath hot in her ear.

“You feel so fucking good, Little Viper,” he growled, the words sending a surge of pleasure through her as they locked eyes, his gaze dark and filled with a hunger that mirrored her own.

But he wasn’t done with her. His arm slid around her hip, his fingers finding her throbbing clit with an accuracy that made her gasp. He pressed down, rubbing tight circles as he continued to thrust into her, each movement of his hips pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

“I need you to be a good girl and come for me, Little

Viper,” he whispered, his voice thick with need, the strain evident as he fought to hold back his own release. “Because you’ve got me right on the fucking edge.”

That was all it took. The tension that had been building inside her snapped, and her mind blanked as her orgasm tore through her, her entire body trembling with the force of it. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him so tightly that she felt every pulse, every shudder of his release as he followed her over the edge. His breathing turned jagged, his lips finding her neck as he groaned against her skin, spilling into her with a final, shuddering thrust.

For a moment, they were both lost in the aftershocks of their shared pleasure, their bodies locked together in a blissful haze. As the waves of ecstasy slowly ebbed, his grip on her loosened, and he let out a deep breath, his body relaxing against hers. Without pulling out, he slumped forward, their combined weight causing them to collapse onto the couch.

But he wasn’t ready to let her go. Rolling onto his side, he pulled her with him, cradling her in his arms as he nestled her into his lap. His lips found her shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to her skin as they lay there, their hearts still racing, their breaths slowly evening out. She could feel his warmth all around her, his presence comforting and grounding, as the last remnants of their shared intensity faded into a quiet, contented peace.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, their bodies still intertwined as their breaths and heartbeats gradually slowed, falling into a steady rhythm.

She felt a rare, profound clarity settle over her, something she hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity. The usual storm of thoughts and fears that constantly churned in her mind had stilled, the iron grip on her chest easing as if it had never been there. She breathed deeply, savoring the quietude, feeling more grounded and present than she could remember.

Scorpion shifted beside her, propping himself up on one elbow. His fingers began to explore her half-naked body, tracing the contours of her skin with a tenderness that made her shiver. His touch was different now, softer, as if he was memorizing every inch of her, committing her to memory.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up,” he murmured, his voice low and gentle as he slowly pulled out from between her legs, leaving her with a sense of both loss and fulfillment.

With surprising agility, he jumped over her, scooping her into his arms in one fluid motion. The ease with which he lifted her, cradling her as if she were weightless, made her feel cherished in a way she wasn’t used to. She leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling the solid strength beneath his skin, and a small, contented smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Scorpion?” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

“Yes, Little Viper?” he replied, his tone laced with the same tenderness she felt in his touch.

“Thank you,” she said, the simple words carrying the depth of her gratitude. It wasn’t just for the physical release, but for everything he had done for her tonight—holding her together when she thought she might fall apart, giving her a moment of peace in a life that rarely allowed for it. She couldn’t find the words to express everything she felt, but she hoped he understood.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he hugged her closer, pulling her tighter against his chest as he carried her into the bathroom. The warmth of his embrace was all the reassurance she needed. He set her down carefully on the edge of the tub, his movements deliberate, as if he was afraid she might break. The sound of the shower faucet turning on filled the space, the steam beginning to rise around them.

With a gentle touch, he undressed the last remnants of her clothing, his fingers moving with reverence as he helped her out of the fabric. He guided her into the shower, the hot water cascading over her skin, washing away the remnants of their passion. As the door closed behind her, she turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

“You’re not joining me?” she asked, her voice carrying a playful edge despite the fatigue she felt.

He smiled softly, a look of fondness in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. “I’m going to order us some food,” he said. “As much as you want, you can’t live on caffeine and nicotine.” He chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring, before stepping out of the bathroom, leaving her with the sound of the shower and the lingering warmth of his presence.

FOURTEEN

Poison woke to the violent buzzing of her cell phone on the nightstand. Fumbling in the dark, she silenced it, then looked over to see if it had woken Scorpion. But the fucker wasn’t next to her. She couldn’t believe he had snuck out again.

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