Page 29 of Graveyards & Greed

Taking a few deep breaths, he seemed to gather himself and reached in to pinch and stroke my nipples. My body locked tight beneath him, but as he worked me, lust and need rose higher. Our mingled scent wrapped around us, and his stare cut through me. It was too intense. I turned my head to the side, but he grasped my jaw and turned me back to face him.

“I need to see your face, and you’re going to watch me take you.”

Letting go of my legs, he brought a hand up to rub and tease my clit. Then he leaned over and sucked a nipple deep in his mouth. I arched into him and panted as he started thrusting again, stroking me hard as I felt him deep inside.

A few years ago, I realized I wasn’t girlfriend material with my weird profession and strange family, but having sex just to scratch an itch didn’t appeal to me. Drakos, however, tempted me like no man ever had. I knew he would probably hurt me in the end, but I couldn’t seem to stay away. And his cock feltso goodas it powered inside me. I wondered if I could become addicted to this.

He pulled out, stood at the side of the bed, and grabbed my hips to position me at the edge. Then he spread my legs again and thrust back inside, using his thighs for leverage. I panted and moaned at the deeper angle. No one had been this deep, and Drakos bottomed out and hit my cervix with each brutal snap of his hips. It was madness and pleasure, a dance on the edge of a precipice, and I wanted to fall. When he pinched my clit, my head rolled back and I wailed out my release.

Hours and two earth-shattering orgasms later, the early morning light crept into the room, stirring me from sleep. I enjoyed working in the cool morning when the mortuary was all mine, so I typically woke up early.

A heavy weight lay across my shoulder, and I felt a warm, hard body behind me. My eyes snapped open. The aftermath of last night clung to my skin like a second layer—a mix of sweat, bodily fluids, and a tinge of vulnerability coated me.

I carefully turned to face him and put a little distance between us. The sheet draped carelessly across his hips, and my gaze traced the contours of his form until it landed on an intricate tattoo. The Latin phraseUnicuique Suum Tribuerelay entwined with a serpent and had been inked across his chest.

“Good morning.” His eyes were still closed. I startled, then slowly relaxed and trailed my fingers along the words on his body.

“What does this mean?”

“Give each person his due,” Drakos murmured without opening his eyes.

The feel of his soft skin over hard muscle made my sore pussy ache again. “That phrase could have several meanings.”

“It could.” His voice was low and gravelly with sleep, but his length was long and hard.

“What does it mean to you?” I whispered.

He opened his eyes, his cool blue gaze piercing me. “Revenge. And justice.” His childhood trauma had shaped his life and choices, just like mine had. I didn’t like the shadows my question put in his eyes, so I sat up and pushed him back, then climbed on top, straddling his hips and his hard length.

He grinned softly, his hands wrapping around my waist. “What can I do for you, Ms. Spade?”

“You can help us both forget.”

His grin faded, and he ran his palms up my ribcage, his thumbs sliding across the undersides of my breasts. “Put me inside you.”

Panting, I reached down and guided him to my opening, then inched down onto his rock-hard cock. We moved together with hunger and raw need.

“I can’t get enough of your sweet little pussy.” He sat up and bit my shoulder, then licked away the sting.

The small hurt tore through me. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I groaned.

Pulling me off him, he flipped my body over onto my stomach and yanked my hips up. Then Drakos hammered into me from behind and held my torso down on the bed with a large palm between my shoulder blades. My legs shook, and I started pushing back against him frantically as he reached around to work my clit.

Drakos leaned over me and wrapped both his large, beautiful hands around my waist, yanking me against him. The friction and length of his cock, and the luscious pain radiating from his tight hold, threw me over the edge. I cried out as I came. He slammed into me one last time and shot his semen deep inside, my body locking down on him.

Our breathing eventually evened out, and he slumped over my sweaty back. Slowly, he lowered my hips back to the bed and turned me over to cup my cheek. I stared at him, lost in his gaze. He opened his mouth as the doorbell buzzed three times, shattering the moment. I froze, and he cursed under his breath.

“Ignore it,” he growled, hands tightening on me. His doorbell buzzed again, one long sound this time.

“I can't,” I breathed out, already mourning the loss of our connection as I rolled off the bed and scrambled for something to cover myself with. “And I need to get to work."

I was halfway through buttoning his shirt when someone pounded on his door, and a voice called out. “It’s ten after seven, asshole. Where the fuck are you?” The man called out.

Drakos ran a hand down his face. “Damn, I forgot Diego was coming over this morning.”

He threw on sweat bottoms and headed to his door while I ran to the bathroom and tried to clean up. And that’s when it hit me. We hadn’t used a condom, and I was the one who’d climbed on top ofhim. I was on birth control, but we hadn’t discussed it yet.

“Calm the fuck down, asshole,” I heard Drakos mutter, annoyance lacing his voice as he unlocked his door.

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