Page 28 of Fierce Pursuit

I deserved this.

I deserved her.

I had hunted her down.

And caught her.

By right, she was mine.

Finders keepers.

My fingers tangled in her hair, tightening at the base of her neck as I tilted her head back and thrust my tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss, taking what I needed.

She could push at my shoulders all she wanted.

It didn’t change the fact that at first, before her mind caught up with her body, she had melted into it.

A tiny voice in the back of my head rattled off all the reasons this was wrong.

She was too young. She was Veronika’s sister.

But Veronika had never been faithful. She had become my wife in name only.

And now, she was dead.

I had promised to protect Marina from Solovyov.

I never said I would protect her from myself.

The resistance in her hands weakened, fingers curling into my jacket instead of pushing me away.

Good girl.

I released her hair and traced my hands down her jaw, cupping her face, feeling her warmth before sliding lower, following the elegant curve of her throat to her chest.

Her breasts were perfect, full and soft. Mine to touch, taste, devour.

An image slammed into my mind. Marina, on her back, breathless and desperate, her thighs trembling as I pushed my cock between her lush curves, draggingpleasure from both of us until she was soaked and shaking beneath me.

Fuck.

I needed to stop.

This wasn’t right.

But God help me, I couldn’t.

She was too sweet. Too warm.

Her innocent kiss was too fucking addictive.

Everything I had felt in the last few months crashed over me.

The sick terror of finding her New York apartment trashed.

The adrenaline of chasing her through the city.

The rage of discovering she lived with men who were too weak to protect her.

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