Page 64 of Ruthless Creatures
“I locked the door.”
He slides his finger deep inside of me.
I arch back, gasping and clutching his shoulders. “Kage—”
“Yes, baby. Say my name when I make you come.”
His voice is a husky rumble at my ear. His scent is in my nose. He’s big and hot and all around me, overpowering me, making my vision blur and my blood turn to fire.
When he kisses me again, I give in.
With a little moan, I bend my knee and slide my leg up to his hip. It opens me wider. He responds with a grunt of approval from deep inside his chest and kisses me so hard I grow dizzy.
Then he starts to work his big finger in and out while rubbing small circles over my clit with the rough pad of his thumb.
It doesn’t take long. I’m too hungry. Too needy. Too desperate for him.
When my orgasm hits, I lose myself.
My head falls back. I cry out. I convulse against him, my shoulders pressed against the wall and my pelvis jerking against his hand. Hard, rhythmic contractions in my core rock me over and over.
Kage whispers roughly, “Fuck, yes, baby. I can feel that. You’recoming so fucking hard. Next, you’re gonna let me feel that all over my cock.”
A sob escapes my throat. Long and rock hard, his erection digs into my thigh. I might be losing my mind from pleasure.
Then a gunshot rings out, ruining the mood altogether.
FIFTEEN
KAGE
When the second shot comes, Natalie’s eyes fly open. Warm and pliant in my arms only seconds before, she freezes and stares at me in horror.
“What was that?”
“Gunfire.”
“What?Oh god—Sloane!”
I slide my hand out of her panties and resist the urge to suck on my fingers. Plenty of time for that later. “Stay here until I come back. Don’t leave this room. Understood?”
“But—”
“Understood?”
She moistens her lips, nodding, looking beautiful and flushed. Her eyes are still hazy from her orgasm.
Jesus,fuck,my dick aches. Feeling her come for me drained every drop of blood from my head.
I give her a quick, hard kiss. Then I stride across the room and open the door, adjusting my erection. From down the hallway floatthe sounds of screams and pounding footsteps, the crash of breaking glass. Above the chaos, someone barks orders in Russian.
Another shot rings out, then a flurry of gunfire sets off more panicked screaming. I hear more barked orders, except this time they’re in Gaelic.
Looks like I’m not the only one Stavros has pissed off.
Though what the fuck the Irish are doing here is anyone’s guess. According to our agreement with the head of their families, their gaming operations are strictly East Coast.
Maybe they’ve decided to renegotiate.
