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“What makes you so uncomfortable about Hector? The fact that he’s a cunt, or the fact he had the ability to put you at ease despite being a cunt?”

I stilled. How did he know? He hadn’t paid attention to me once in that office after that biker came into the room.

“I can read you better than you think, Emma,” he said, amused.

“You weren’t even looking at me.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Well, anyway, he’s still a piece of crap, and you shouldn’t trust him.”

“I don’t trust easily, but when all is said and done, Hector is a man of his word.”

“Is this because he’s Hawke’s brother?”

I felt him shake his head. “No, it’s partly because I’ve seen what he’s done to protect his brother.”

“Like what?”

Borden chuckled. “Some secrets aren’t mine to tell.”

“Come on, I won’t say anything to anyone.”

“You think that line is going to work on me? Has fucking me made you forget who I am?”

“Tell me. I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

“And what do I get in return?”

I bit my lip, considering that question before answering. “You get me crawling on my hands and knees to you. Sucking you off whenever you want it. You get to pull my hair, smack me on the ass, do unbelievably sordid things to me while I drag my nails down the back of your skull as you fuck me.”

He groaned deep in his throat at my response, and then I felt his mouth at my ear, capturing the lobe between his teeth. I jolted in surprise before melting in him. He licked a trail from the bottom of my ear down to my shoulder and then back up again, stopping at my throat. He sucked lightly, and I let out an uneven breath, every tired part of me stirring alive. All the while, he kept his fingers entwined in mine, squeezing them gently as he tortured me with his tongue.

Finally pulling away, he muttered, “I’m afraid I already get to do all that, babe. No deal.”

I smiled lazily, every part of me flushed, as I breathlessly replied, “Fair enough.”

I turned around in his arms and stared at him in the dark. His plump lips were up in a content smile, and for a few moments I traced my finger down the profile of his face, marvelling at his beauty. He loved my touch, and he briefly flickered his eyes shut, savouring it like a man that’d been deprived of an entire lifetime of affection. And he had been, I reminded myself. He’d lived a shitty life for the most part.

I traced his profile one last time, then I ran my finger down his throat, and drew languid circles around his chest. He was solid as marble beneath my touch. I continued my lazy trek, running my finger over the bumps of his abs, and he smiled just then when I reached his happy trail.

“You reach your destination yet?” he asked quietly.

“Almost,” I responded almost inaudibly.

I locked eyes with him as I journeyed that happy trail straight to his length. I wasn’t surprised to find him hard, but I was definitely surprised by the sharp breath he let out when I wrapped my hand around him. He was unusually sensitive, like us holding each other had riled him up more than all the other foreplay we’d done combined. It was hot.

My body responded immediately. I felt aroused, felt my breasts swell and my body heat. I wanted to kiss him everywhere. I wanted my tongue swirling the tip of his cock. I wanted to eat his divine body up any way I could. I made to move down his body, to have my mouth there tasting him, when he abruptly pulled me back against the mattress.

“No,” he told me breathlessly, moving his body halfway over mine. “I want your mouth against mine tonight.”

He captured my lips with his, and we hungrily kissed. I felt his length against my hip and his hand between my legs. His finger teased along my folds, and I shook beneath him, moaning lightly at the sparks of pleasure he induced. The kisses turned wetter and hotter, all lips and tongue, while the rest of me buzzed with a consuming need for him to fill me. He fucked me with his mouth for what felt like forever, leaving me quaking with need beneath him before he finally settled over me.

“Are you really ready for me, doll?” he panted against my mouth, his length skirting my entrance. “Because it’s going to be deep and slow, and I might take a while.”

My hands dropped to his hips, and I urged him on, kissing him in response. “Yes, yes, fuck yes.”

“Spread your legs wider,” he told me, his voice already turning urgent. “Yeah, like that.”

I clutched him tightly as he pushed inside me. I stilled, mouth hanging open in euphoria. Always that first thrust. He filled me slowly, taking his time, pushing in all the way, that piercing rubbing me in all the right places.

“Good?” he asked me.

“Amazing.”

After several moments of my walls hugging his massive length, he began to move, hitting that sweet spot inside me. I was wrapped in all of him. His scent, his mouth, his hot breaths and warm arms. When he groaned, the sound triggered the ache in my core, driving me closer to orgasm.

His lips turned feverish, his hand slipped beneath me, grabbing at my ass. He moved faster, pounding into me with solid, powerful thrusts. His cock was impressively hard. There wasn’t space inside of me he didn’t fill. His body betrayed his control as he shook over me. His face turned slick with sweat, his other arm, resting beside my head, strained as he moved. Tingles and warmth shot through me, coiling my insides. I dug my heels in the mattress, feeling that wave of pleasure closing in. My hands moved to his ass and I dug my fingers into him, eagerly pressing him into me for more. He moved harder and I stilled, crying out as the pleasure washed over me. He stopped moving, allowing me to relish in the feeling. My forearms ached from holding him to me so tightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “this never gets old with you, Emma.”

The words sounded distant. Blood had rushed to my ears, and I was momentarily out of it. Gone. A total out of body experience. And then, as the feeling ebbed away, I focused back on him and lightly darted my tongue out, licking his lips.

“God, woman,” he whispered, licking my tongue back.

Moving away, he grabbed hold of my hips and sat up. Looking down at me, his eyes raw with lust, he continued moving into me. In the dark, I could see his lips pressing against each other. Hair fell over parts of his forehead, and as he neared his own release, his strokes turned animalistic. Fast and hard, he fucked me, groaning through his release but never stopping. He went and went, drawing another earth shattering orgasm from me. I moaned in surprise at the sudden wave of tingles, and still he went, fucking me until he softened within me and collapsed over top of me, his heart pounding over mine, his chest shaking at a scary pace.