Page 45 of Twins for the Enemy

Her head is bowed to prevent it from hitting the ceiling of the car. I pull her shirt off, rough enough to make her gasp, my knuckles grazing the curve of her ribs.

Her breath catches when I drag the fabric over her head.

Her bare breasts press against my chest, full and flushed, the kind of perfect that makes a man lose his mind.

Her skin is warm, her nipples tightening under my gaze. I take one into my mouth, sucking slowly as my tongue rolls over the sensitive peak. Her back arches, soft sounds catching in her throat, but I want more than a taste. I want every part of her.

I pull the lever on the seat, causing us both to abruptly decline. Her breasts hit against my chest as her lips linger close to mine. I drop my hand between us and shove her sweatpants down over her hips.

I hiss when I feel how wet she is.

“Fuck,” I mutter, gripping her ass. “You're killing me.”

I grasp my cock. She raises her hips.

The moment I slam into her, her back arches and she gasps. I put my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close enough to mark her with a nip near her jaw. Her hips roll against me in a desperate rhythm, her body pressing, demanding more. I grip her tighter, every muscle straining to keep command. We’re locked in the same hunger.

I put my hands on her hips, only maintaining enough self-control as I fuck her to stop her head from hitting against the car’s ceiling. Her hair bounces against her shoulders and against my chest, a blessing of gold strands between us. She’s biting her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes shut, still trying to rock her body against me as I lift her up and down.

I don’t want anybody else to have her. Ever.

I want to give her everything. I want to take everything.

I want her body. Her children. Her heart.

I’ve never wanted something that I didn’t hunt down and capture—not business, not pleasure, not revenge.

Farah cries out. I stop for a split second, until I feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, tightening so possessively around me that it’s hard to keep bouncing her body on me. But as she trembles over me, resting her head on my shoulder, and her hot breath presses against my jaw, it feels like the victory I’ve wanted.

With a growl and a tight grip on her ass, I come hard inside her.

The car’s filled with steam and heat and her scent.

My cock’s still buried deep, her chest heaving against mine.

And I’ve never unraveled like that before.

It wasn’t just release. It was surrender.

My breathing starts to slow. Her hair is tickling against me. She hasn’t moved. It’s quite possible she’s fallen asleep because her eyes are closed. I keep as still as possible, but that only allows my mind to race. It allows my mind to consider the empires I’m building and destroying right now.

Yes, I want her.

But this is a betrayal toward Ellie.

This is the woman who injured her.

It will also end up being a betrayal toward Farah. I’ve been hiding the fact that Ellie—Helena, as Farah knows her—is the victim of her arson. Once she learns the truth, she’ll burn us to the ground.

I’m betraying Olivia too. I’d felt half-alive since she’d passed until Farah crashed into me. She was a ghost haunting that hospital because she knows I let the memory of her slide away from me to chase my own selfish pleasure.

I need to tell Farah the truth. I need to demand the truth out of her.

I concentrate on her breathing, but she’s definitely asleep.

I’ll ask her later.

I turn my head enough to look out the window. The steam from the car has made the Christmas lights decorating the botanical garden look like distant stars.

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