Page 92 of Sweet Prison
“Yeah, you told me.” She kisses the edge of my jaw. “What was it about?”
A shiver runs up my spine as her long manicured fingernails rake over my chest, leaving red marks across my skin. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ve been rock-fucking-hard since before I woke up, but now my dick feels like it’s gonna explode.I force myself to take another calming breath, all so I can stave off the overwhelming urge to bury myself in her gorgeous pussy in one thrust.
“Stock market fluctuation. He wants me to invest in government bonds, instead.” My voice sounds gravelly because I’m barely holding it together. It can’t happen!
“Mm-hmm. It must be a riot being in your head. Do the two of you discuss anything else? Or only business?”
Rolling on top of her, I snake my arm around her waist. “Sometimes.”
“What’s he like? Thisotheryou?”
“He’s a mean fucker.” My hand captures her left breast, and I lean down to draw her nipple between my teeth. I won’t bite, even though I want to. Instead, I flick it with the tip of my tongue. “Ruthless. Dangerous.”
“He sounds fun. Maybe you could let him out to play?”
My cock finds her entrance. Bracing my weight on my elbow, I carefully ease inside. She’s so fucking tight I nearly black out every time I slide into her silky heat.
“You won’t enjoy his games, angel.”
A sharp sting zips up my arms when she buries her nails in my shoulders. It almost pushes me over the edge. Almost.
“How do you know?” she pants.
“Trust me. I just know.” With my gaze locked on hers, I slide deeper into her warmth while watching for signs of discomfort. Slowly. Carefully. I push all the way in.
Zahara’s rosy mouth parts on a soft moan. Her lips are trembling. I pull out, all the way to the tip, but then slide back in. Painfully slowly. It’s the sweetest torment, and I manage to maintain the languid pace as I gently fuck her. The sounds she’s making are driving me wild, tempting me to speed up mythrusts.No, I can’t, I repeat over and over until she finally starts to fall apart in my arms. As her pussy squeezes the life out of my cock, and her body is racked by spasms, I lose it.
I plunge inside. Once. Twice. Hard, powerful thrusts. Bottoming out on every entry. I can’t stop.She’s mine! Mine!
Zahara chokes on her breath, mouth falling open with a silent scream. With my orgasm barreling down on me like a runaway train, I still try to slow down, try to pull away for worry I’m hurting her. My efforts are in vain because Zahara locks her ankles around my waist. I’m not going anywhere. Except to heaven. My restraint shatters, and I fall off the edge.
Mine!The echo of my thoughts thunders across my mind while my angel quivers in blissful glory. I wrap my arms around her while I pump her full of my cum. Marking her on the inside. She’s mine. My freedom. My peace. My Zahara.
Both of us are still panting, utterly out of breath, when I dip my head and press my lips to hers for a quick hard kiss. “I’m so sorry I lost control like that, baby. I’ll be more careful next time.”
“But I liked it.” Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up at me. “Loved it.”
Yeah, she’s likely saying that so I won’t feel like a piece of rabid shit.Fuck.Going forward, I need to be more subdued.
After another deep breath, I kiss her. This time, much more tenderly.
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“Fucking Bulgarians,” I mumble as I take a turn onto the side street and almost collide with a semitruck driving in the middle of the road. “Fuck!” I lean on the horn as I swerve around him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I swear, the requirements for getting a driver’s license must have loosened over the years because it seems as if no one can follow the rules of the fucking road anymore.
Even though the unexpected meeting with Kiril ended with me getting my point across, I’m still pissed over the shit he tried to pull. Bumping the percentage of his take by three to eighteen? Yeah, not gonna happen. Friend or not—a deal is a deal. And I reminded him of that. With my fist. The crazy bastard just laughed as he wiped blood off his busted lip, then made me throw back a glass of rakia with him.
I’m doubly pissed off because the fucker’s antics took me away from Zahara. He called just as she and I got out of the shower, and I left shortly after, prepared to deal with the “urgent matter” Kiril insisted we needed to discuss. I assumed there was a major issue with our money laundering, but instead, he simply felt like riling my ass up. Next time I see him, I might clock him another one just for spoiling my morning with my girl.
I wonder what Zahara is doing now? My foot itches to step harder on the gas pedal so I can get back to her faster.
As I’m pulling up to a red light, the phone in my pocket starts buzzing again. It’s been going off for the past five minutes, but with dodging the idiots on the roads, I couldn’t answer it before. Cursing, I fish it out, seeing the screen light up with Peppe’s name.
“Boss.” His tone is urgent. He sounds concerned. “I just got back to the house, and Iris told me that Miss Veronese has taken one of the cars and driven away. She doesn’t have her security detail with her.”
“What?! Who let her leave?”