Page 25 of Hacked For Love
He shifts his grip on me, and then starts carrying me toward that massive bed, moving easily. My head is swimming, the brief reprieve relieving me and disappointing me at the same time. My breath comes in little whimpering sips, and as he settles me down on the broad mattress, I squirm against its velvet coverlet and reach for himpleadingly.
He stands back, out of reach, and slowly removes his clothes. His actions are almost meditative, except for the burning heat in his eyes—and the enormous bulge in his crotch that I can’t easily look awayfrom.
His legs are as powerfully muscled as the rest of him, crossed here and there with more faint scars. When he unzips and slides out of trousers and boxers at the same time and steps forward, his sleek, uncut length bounces free of his fly, and I reach out for itgreedily.
The skin is silky, and I run my fingers over it. He stiffens and sucks air. I start to stroke him, intrigued at how even a gentle touch can make him shake. He lets out a soft grunt and gently pushes my handsaway.
“You first,” he rasps huskily, moving forward to pull off myskirt.
He’s almost dainty in the way he rolls my tights down and lays aside my skirt. His warm hands slide over the bare skin of my legs as he frees them from the tights…and then he parts my thighs and moves up in between them, running his mouth up the inside of one in a way that makes my toescurl.
His breath is warm as it blows over my mound, and then his long fingers are sliding in between my lips, slowly starting to explore. I let out a low sob, lifting my hips—and he stuns me completely when he lowers his head and kisses my cunttenderly.
His tongue darts between my lips and starts to meander up and down, exploring every fold of me…and then works its way upward, bit by tantalizing bit. My eyes fly open as I feel him kiss nearer and nearer to my aching, neglected clit—and then he pounces, and starts lashing his tongue over and around itfirmly.
My head snaps back and I wail, grabbing handfuls of the covers, pushing up on my heels as I roll my hips against his face. He feasts on me, the long, swirling strokes of his tongue growing firmer and faster as time goes on, until I feel the muscles of my cunttighten.
Everything catches fire—ecstasy rockets through me, exploding outward in waves through my body while I scream and thrash as he holds me down. It’s so good that I almost blackout for a moment, washed away on a tide of pleasure. And still he keeps tonguing me mercilessly, up until the point where I collapse and feel him climbing onto the mattress overme.
He seizes my hips, pushes my knees up and apart, and settles over me. His powerful weight makes the springs creak. I feel the push of his cock against me—and then he’s sliding into my slick, tingling wetness. Being filled sets off aftershocks in my body, which only intensify as he groans and starts tothrust.
I sob, clinging to him, overwhelmed in the best way possible, as he drives against me hard enough to push me deep into the mattress. He shouts with pleasure every time he sinks into me, his voice deep and hoarse. I croon and clutch at him, feeling my body tingle with pleasure at each freshjolt.
He’s tireless, feral, his voice hoarse in my ear as he moves against me endlessly. I’m going to explodeagain.
I start to squirm under him, rolling my hips up to meet his. He gasps through his teeth and starts pounding harder. I look up and see his back arched, head thrown back, his every muscle taut. Then his cock jolts inside me—and the sudden movement sets meoff.
I thrash mutely this time, my muscles clenching around his shaft—which jumps and shudders inside me as he pants and shouts with bliss. We pull each other so close it’s like we’re trying to become one…and then relax, gasping softly forair.
He collapses over me, completely spent. Low groans escape him with every breath, and he shivers when I stroke my hands up and down his back. Inside of me, his cock is dwindling, and as we both catch our breath, I have to smile atmyself.
That was definitely worth taking the risk,I think, and stroke his hair as he dozes, enjoying his warm weight pushing me into themattress.
We drowse together for a while before I wake to find him bundling us in under the covers. He yawns in my ear as he curls up behind me and wraps an arm over me. “Get some rest,” he purrs in my ear. “I’m definitely not done with youyet.”
I smile, and murmur sleepily, “That’s the best news I’ve heard allnight.”
Chapter12
Drake
As it turned out, it took six hours for the storm let up and the streets to clear enough for the police to come collect all our half-frozen mobsters. Marcone himself went missing—word on the street says that Yoshida is after him along with thepolice.
Which is why my dear little Robin and I leaked the list of safe house addresses to the both ofthem.
Two weeks later, and he’s still hiding. We’ve got a bet running on who will find him first. I say the police; she says Yoshida. We’ll see who wins—the loser gets blindfolded and tied to a bed. Which is another way of winning, but we both like leaving it tochance.
Not so the fate of her twenty thousand or the displaced tenants who were once her neighbors. I’ve been helping Robin with that, as has my team. The more that we get done, the more free time she has—forme.
It’s around midnight, and we’re in bed again after a long day of saving lives with my money. The marks from her nails still sting my back, and she’s a warm, soft, sleepy ball curled against my chest. My nose is buried in her hair as I listen to her softbreathing.
I’ve never been more content in mylife.
I haven’t had any nightmares since before our first night together. The kid in that prison yard is done growing up, and something in my head has finally sorted out that I’m free of that place for good. Now maybe my heart can move on, just as the rest of my lifehas.
Now and again, though, Robin still has nightmares of her own, and cries softly in her sleep. She’s told me about the box that served as her shelter, and the men in the alley, and how alone she felt then. I’ve decided to make sure that she never feels that wayagain.
It’s so strange that we switched places in our lives: the heiress turned thief, and the thief turned wealthy man. Yet somehow, we worktogether.
