Page 105 of Precious Hazard

“You only say my name when one of us is bleeding.” He kicks the door open, stepping outside. “Do you feel nauseated? Headache?”

“I don’t have a damn concussion! Now, put me down.”

“No.”

“Why the hell not?”

He stops next to his SUV and pins me with a death stare. “Because, if I do, I might go back inside the club, where I’ll kill every man in Drago’s employ for failing to keep you safe. And unharmed. Because, my dearest wife, I’m still not over my panic that I wouldn’t get here in time. That I’d arrive, and you’d be dead or dying. And now that I have my hands on you, there’s no way I’m letting you go. But mostly, because if my hands were free, I might just strangle you myself for scaring me shitless.”

My lips twitch upon hearing his words. “Let me get this straight. You were worried about me. Yet you want to kill me. Or, do you want to kill me because you were worried for me?”

“It’s a toss-up,” he growls and slams his mouth to mine.

“I think”—I nip Tara’s lower lip and kick the front door shut—“we need to check out your wound first.”

“It’s fine,” she says while fumbling with the buckle of my belt.

Jesus fuck, I really hope that’s true because I think I’ll explode if I don’t get my dick inside hernow. I don’t even know how I got us home in one piece. Or how we got from the vehicle into the house and didn’t just end up fucking on the driveway. My jacket was lost shortly after we exited the SUV, and I haven’t the slightest clue where the holster with my guns is. Probably out on the porch.

But this is as far as we’re going. I’m sinking into her right here, right against the front door. Right this second. It’s the only way for me to accept that she’s safe and sound. To snap out of this dense fog of terror that took over my mind as soon as I pulled into Naos’s parking lot. I feared I was too late. She was dead. I lost her. Proof. I need physical proof. I need her now, in my arms, to feel the life in her veins.

“Ah, but you’re prone to being less than truthful.” Seizing her chin with my fingers, I bring us face-to-face. “Let me see.”

A small smirk breaks across her bruised lips. Tilting her head to the side, she gives me a better view of her temple, all while she continues to undo my pants. “So? Will I live?” she asks, taking out my rock-hard cock.

I try to focus on her cut. Nearly goddamn impossible with her hand stroking my length. Heaven. Her touch is pure heaven. The wound, though, does look superficial. The bleeding has already stopped. Nevertheless, the urge to strangle her for putting herself in harm’s way doesn’t leave me.

“You might, if I let you.” I release her chin and pull up the hem of her miniskirt instead. “But your brother’s security personnel definitely won’t.”

“You won’t lay a hand on my friends, DeVille.”

Instead of answering, I grab the band of her panties and rip them off in a single tug. She doesn’t get to make such demands, especially since she could have been killed because of those people’s incompetence. Grabbing her ass, I press her up against the door and bury myself in her wet heat with one powerful thrust.

She cries out, but I know I haven’t hurt her. Her eyes roll back, and she mouths,More. Her loud moans fill our entranceway, echoing off the ceiling. The way she purrs all but makes me blow my load. Unacceptable. I’m nowhere near done with her.

Capturing her lips with mine, I slide my left palm along her spine, her neck, cradling the back of her head to protect it from the wooden surface. Then, I slowly drag my cock out only to slam inside her pussy again. Another loud moan erupts from my fierce bewitcher, reverberating through the room at levels approaching a scream. It nearly allows me to forget the roar of gunfire, and the endless cacophony of breaking glass and crashing debris that thundered in my ears as I shot my way into the interior of that damn club.

Slam.

Fearing I’d find her injured.

Slam.

Find her dead.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

Tara’s fingers tunnel through my hair, her nails scraping the back of my head. It hurts, but this pain is good. A great reminder that she’s here. She’s alright. With me. My little hazard is okay.

“You’re not leaving this house ever again,” I growl while changing my angle, driving deeper into her welcoming warmth while my tongue invades her mouth just as fervently. “This door I’m fucking you against… It’s the closest you’ll be allowed to the outside world. I’ll chain you to my bed if I have to, all to keep you from these disasters you draw to yourself like a magnet.”

“You can try.” The cunning witch smiles against my lips, just before chomping down on my tongue. Hard. Sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.

I withdraw, quickly, until only my tip remains sheathed inside her pussy. “Do not fuck with me, Tara.”

“Why not?” She tightens her legs around my waist and wriggles her butt, trying to pull me closer. Her heels dig into my back as she attempts to force my cock deeper. When I don’t move an inch, she slashes me with her frustrated stare; her hands slide down to my biceps, and nails dig into my skin through my shirt. “Fucking is the only thing that seems to work well between us, isn’t it, Satan?”

I’m tempted to shake her and yellYou’re wrong!Sex isn’t the only good thing between us. It’s not the only thing I crave. But my dick wants to make me a liar. Whatever self-control I had remaining, cracks. Disintegrates as I get sucked inby her inescapable green gaze. Vaporizes under the force of her onslaught.

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