The Enforcer (Chicago Bratva #3) - Renee Rose Page 0,31

her hair back to pull her off me. She licks around her lips, a note of challenge in her eyes.

She definitely still wants more.

Thank fuck. I’m humbled beyond belief that she wants something from me. That she’s taking it from me. After what happened last night, and after I just kept her from leaving, she could just as easily be done with me forever. It could’ve gone a million ways but this one, and I’m endlessly grateful that we’re here.

She stands, and I let her, needing her to show me what she needs. She straddles my waist, gripping my cock and guiding me inside her.

I let out a groan. I usually try to stifle all sounds from my mouth because I hate hearing the incoherent syllables, but this one sounds like it should. Like pleasure. Like gratitude.

Story unbuttons my shirt as she slowly rocks her hips, taking me a little deeper each time. When she gets the shirt open, I rip it off and reach behind my neck to pull off my undershirt with one hand.

“Mmm,” Story rumbles. “That’s hot.” Her blue-tipped fingernails scratch through my chest hairs. “I’m so hot for this. For you.” She’s babbling breathlessly.

I want to hold my breath to make sure I don’t miss a single syllable. That I memorize every word.

“You’re like a big daddy-bear who spanks and then cuddles. I’m definitely going to be your bad girl.”

Blyad'. Her words snap the leash on my control. Keeping my cock buried inside her, I flip her onto her back and start pounding inside her. She undulates her hips enthusiastically, bending her knees up to receive me. I catch her wrists and pin them beside her head, fucking her with more force than I should.

“Oh God,” she moans. “You’re so big. It’s so good.”

I change the strokes up to short and fast, jackhammering into her. Her tits bounce. Her eyes roll back in her head. The sight of her expression of ecstasy nearly makes me come, and I want to make sure I give it to her right, so I pull out and roll her to her belly.

“Oh God, yes,” she encourages, spreading her legs wide. Her ass is red from my hand—redder than I expected, but any guilt I might feel is erased when she looks over her shoulder at me.

She wants it.

It’s the first time I’ve really believed there is a God in this world.

The first time I’ve felt blessed.

I enter her from behind, shuddering with pleasure at the angle.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Story chants. “That’s so good. Hello G-spot-love.”

I arc in and out of her, slapping her cute ass with my loins each time I slam in.

She braces her hands against the wall and arches her ass up for me, making the hottest picture I’ve ever seen in my life.

I want to tell her how gorgeous she is. How incredibly hot and beautiful and mind-blowing, but I can’t. So I settle for fucking her with every bit of passion in my heart. Time slows. Or maybe speeds up. I can’t be sure. My mind slips away. My body and Story’s join, my spirit and Story’s commune.

I offer up everything I have to her—my strength, my dominance, my protection, but with it also comes every weakness—the stains of my sins, my disfigurement, my obsessive need for her. She receives it all. Like the goddess who knows it is all hers to have. To receive and transmute and return. She is love, itself. Or maybe that’s me. What I feel for her. I can’t tell because it all rolls into one magnificent outpouring of energy.

She comes first, but the moment she does—one squeeze of her muscles—and I come, too. I roar—forgetting to stifle, to censor my noises. I roar and slam home, my cum leaving me in hot ribbons of ecstasy.

I squeeze my eyes closed because the room spins. I forgot about my injuries—far too absorbed with my little minx.

I pull out and roll her over, then push back in for three more delicious strokes. I wring another orgasm out of my little swallow. She holds my gaze as she arches and comes beneath me.

I hum softly. Ya lyublyu tebya.

She goes still and blinks at me, almost as if she heard my thoughts.

My lastochka reads minds. Or I projected my feelings so clearly I didn’t need to speak. I bury my face in her neck, kissing her soft skin down the side, then across her throat. Worshipping my glorious swallow.

It was way too early for I