Page 122 of Dagger in the Sea

I took in a breath. Steadied myself, swallowed hard against the jolt rattling my insides. What the fuck? Maybe I’d gotten too much sun today and the wine had gone to my head?

And my blood…

And my cock…

And my heart.

Heat spiraled in my chest, unwinding through me. My mouth was suddenly dry, my shoulders stiffening. This was meant to be an escape from reality, wasn’t it? An indulgence, not—

I sucked in air, my jaw set.

She’d propped her elbows up on the table, her eyes narrowing, face hardening. Nothing escaped her scrutiny. “What’s wrong? Did that not qualify as a successful transaction?” she asked, her voice unusually taut, her tone positively flippant. “You didn’t finish. Have you gone beyond your prescribed limits?”

I blinked away the sweat in my eyes.Smartass.

I expected to hear something else after having successfully plowed through her years of faking it, not getting it right, not getting any. Of denying herself. My jaw hardened. She was right, wasn’t she? That was me—Impersonal Hard Fucks R Us. And now she’d caught me unable to deal with the other side of that.

With feeling it.

She’d felt it too, I know she had. That powerful tremor between us, an exchange of current. She was pleased, almost smug that she’d gotten me here, to the edge.

I tore her legs open wide with one hand and slammed inside her once more, my other hand jamming down on her chest. Her sharp gasp made my heart race—was it a shock? Painful?

I hope so.

I thrust and thrust until I finally came. I bit down on a grunt as I held myself balls deep against her. “Didyouget what you wanted?”

She pressed her lips together, her chin lifting. Defiant to the last. “Né,” she muttered, her voice ragged, unrecognizable. “Yes, I got what I wanted.”

I slid out of her, snapping the rubber off, tying it up. “So did I.”

34

Turo

After our sextravaganzain the kitchen ended on a strained, sour note, we both cleaned up the kitchen in silence and receded to our rooms.

I took a hot shower, and with the window wide open, sprawled naked on the bed and hoped that a Mediterraneansiestawould claim me. The Greek afternoon nap when the heat was high in high summer was a tradition. It wasn’t that hot yet, but hot enough.

Today, right now, I was plenty hot. The breeze danced on my bare skin and I drifted, battling Berezin’s laugh, the feel of his gun in my hand, Mauro’s glare at my front door.

Fuck off, all of you fuck off.

Forty minutes later I woke up with one thing on my mind. One person. One woman. I wasn’t going to let anything get between us. Not defensiveness, not petty jealousy, not anything. I grabbed two condoms, and went to Adri’s room.

Time to wake her up.

In more ways than one.

She was curled up on her bed in a tank top which was twisted on her torso revealing the swell of a breast and the valley of her belly. My cock hardened even more than it had on the short walk down the hallway to her room. I kneeled on the bed and licked a trail from her foot up to her thigh. Her body uncurled, stretched out on a moan. Stroking the silk of an inner thigh, I licked up and down her slit, my tongue swirling in her heat. Fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Slow and firm, round and around.

A loud gasp, legs tensing, a hand digging in my hair. Eyes blinking. “Turo!”

Her eyes wide and blazing locked on mine as I ate her, her taste racing through my blood. Her lips parted, jaw slackened, her body relaxed in my tight grip and she spread her legs wider for me, her hips rocking up to meet my mouth, a foot on my shoulder. Tugging her flimsy panty out of my way, two of my fingers slid inside her pussy and worked her inner wall and I sank my mouth over her clit and suckled. She moaned loudly, her back arching, heel digging in my back.

Yes, desperation, I loved its primal call.

I ripped the tank top off her and brought her face down to the floor so her tits would rub against the rough reedy rug on the wood floor. Her ass was up in the air, and I pulled on her panty, and it snapped off in my hand. I bit into that gorgeous ass and lavished the bite with a tender kiss. Moans rose from the rug.

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