Page 30 of Goodnight, Sinners

But it wasn’t.

She needed more in her life than love. She needed purpose, she needed a challenge, and she needed to help people. It was her calling, had been for a long time, and she wasn’t willing to give it up.

Since coming to Prague for the second time, she’d done nothing but compromise. It was time to take a stand and tell Jozef that she could love him, keep herself safe and do the work that she loved.

“I’m doing the surgery,” she said the moment he released her lips.

He growled, probably at her stubborn tenacity, and swooped in for a kiss much fiercer than the last. He stole her breath as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, forcing her own back. Gripping her head with his long fingers, he slid them into her hair and anchored her for his passionate kiss.

Shaun was helpless against his onslaught, but so caught up in the moment she didn’t care. Heat flooded through her, sending her heart soaring as the butterflies in her belly went crazy.

He broke the kiss long enough to sweep her up into his arms. She squeaked in protest, but he was already striding toward their bedroom. She kissed his neck, sliding her arms around his shoulders and clutching him.

They hadn’t had sex since before the night Dasha had attacked Shaun. She’d needed time to recover from her injuries, which still sometimes ached. Jozef had needed time to process the destruction of his family and the new world now laid at his feet.

Despite the distractions around them, the heat was always present. Shaun’s heart pattered like crazy whenever Jozef was near, and she could see the near-constant erection he tried to hide when his men were around. It was heady knowing he reacted to her so strongly.

She felt the same.

He dropped them both onto the soft covers of their bed, his mouth finding hers and searing her with such heat that she moaned out loud. He swallowed the sound and thrust his tongue past her teeth, his kiss as aggressive as the rest of him.

When he broke the kiss, he took her wrist, the one that’d been injured, gently in his hand and brought it to his lips for a heartbreakingly light kiss. He looked at her, his bottomless blue eyes speaking eloquently.

She nodded and whispered, “I’m okay. I want this.”

He didn’t need more consent than that. He was on his feet and tearing her leggings away in seconds. Shaun laughed as he flipped her over onto her belly, gripped her panties and dragged everything down, including her socks.

This was Jozef, and this was why she loved him. He was intense, dangerous and serious, but he was also fun and funny. She loved that she could both predict what he would do, but also never knew what was happening. It was like living in a dream, floating from one moment to the next. She never could have imagined two years ago that this would be where her life would lead. Into the arms of a gangster who could kill as easily as he made love.

It was a terrifying thought, but not one that would stop her from enjoying the love she found in his arms.

He flipped her onto her back, straddled her and reached for the hem of her shirt. He dragged it up her body but stopped when it caught on her face. She couldn’t see him, but suddenly she felt his lips on hers, wetting the soft cotton of the T-shirt as he devoured her.

It should have been a silly moment, probably looked silly, but it was so hot it sent streaks of pleasure zinging straight through her, from her head and neck, down to her puckered nipples and into her now very wet pussy.

Her arms were over her head, also trapped in the T-shirt. She was helpless in his grip but trusted him completely. She thrust her hips up against him. Rather than stopping to undress, he reached between them. She heard the zing of a zipper lowering and her heart hammered in response, her mouth watering as she pictured his thick, veined cock.

She gasped when he rocked himself against her hips, forcing her legs wider, before thrusting inside. Her head flooded with the sensation and she felt dizzy, breathless.

He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath but began pumping into her, his thick cock filling her to the hilt while he leaned over to kiss her through the shirt. She was helpless, at his mercy, and loving every second.

She didn’t understand how they could have the chemistry they did, except that her pheromones were hard-wired to recognize his and zero in on them when there was so much as a whiff in the air. As a doctor, she tried to logic out their connection, but she kept coming back to the same thing; their souls recognized each other, even when they weren’t on the same page.

Her lack of sight and inability to take a deep breath drove her higher and higher. Shaun was a sexual woman and enjoyed meeting her partners halfway, if not more than halfway. She’d always been one to climb on top and take herself to orgasm. But with Jozef it was different. He controlled her, moved her, treated her like a precious doll as he fucked her senseless.

The few times he allowed her to take control, he never let her take over completely. She always had an awareness that her moment of power could and would end.

He was physically stronger and could overpower her easily, but he chose his moments carefully. It was a strange thing to love, but she did. She loved how easily he wielded his strength. Loved that he was careful and measured, despite knowing he could have the upper hand.

He could easily tie her down and force her to stay home. Keep her locked up in their suite, but he wouldn’t. And that was how she knew she would do the surgery. He wouldn’t stop her because he couldn’t bring himself to.

Did it make her a terrible person that she would use his desire for her to get what she wanted? Maybe. But no more terrible than a man who wielded control over entire countries through terror and brute force.

As he surged into her, she felt herself flying over the edge. Her orgasm was both intense and beautiful. It was sweet and painful. It was everything that was Shaun and Jozef.

He tore the shirt from her head as she screamed, the orgasm tearing through her in a rampage of flowing blood, hormones and racing pulse. She tried to gasp for air, but then his mouth was on hers and he was stealing her breath once more, sending her orgasm higher as she fought to breathe.

His cock grew inside her and his hips jerked against hers, before he bottomed out, filling her completely, then flooding her. When he lifted his head, spots swam in her vision. She blinked them away and stared up at him.

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