and excitement lighting her expression.
“Jozef…” she pleaded.
He slammed into her from behind, dragging her hips back as he thrust. She let out another scream and clawed at the blankets in front of her. Jozef took her with ferocious pumps, staking his claim in a way that she would never be able to question. He didn’t want her talking about how he'd almost killed her. He didn’t want her talking about STI’s and condoms. She was his. Period. No questions, no negotiation, no escape.
Shaun stopped fighting him and began rocking her hips back, primitive sounds of unbridled pleasure spilling from her lips. She was completely lost to him, exactly where he wanted her. He grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in the curly mass and dragging her back for a kiss that was so passionate, so primal, his teeth cut her soft inner tissues, making her bleed.
He shoved her back down, pressing his hand against the small of her back as he approached his orgasm. His balls felt like they were made of steel, they were so tight, so ready to blow. He slammed into her, fucking himself dry as he shot his load deep into her body.
He didn’t remember hearing her come, so when he finished, he pulled out and replaced his cock with his fingers. She shouted as she instantly flew up into the embrace of an electric pleasure that could only come from having someone attack her g-spot. As he continued to slam his fingers in and out of her, he used the juices flowing from her body to ease the entry of his finger into her tiny asshole.
She tried to jerk away, but he caught her hips and dragged her back, slapping her ass hard enough to make it bounce and draw a shriek from her. She moaned as he slid his finger into an ass so tight, he’d bet his fortune it was virgin. Pleasure sizzled through him, making his tired cock sit up and take notice. This ass was his and one day soon he was going to take it.
“I’m coming!” she keened desperately.
Fluid washed over his hand as he continued to pump in and out of her. Her hips thrust back in unison with his hand while her ass spasmed around his finger, her orgasm setting off every nerve ending he was touching. She felt like silken fire in his hands and he couldn’t wait for her to recover enough to do it all over again.
As she collapsed to the bed, he climbed over top of her, took her jaw in his hand and shoved it to the side. He sank his teeth into her throat, biting her hard enough to break skin. She jerked, cried out tiredly and gripped his head as he sucked hard on her flesh, leaving his mark. When he finished stamping himself into her soft flesh, he moved his lips to her ear and let out a low possessive growl. She shivered against him and allowed him to gather her against his chest, tucking her into his side for the rest of the night.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Are you listening?”
Shaun looked up sharply, a guilty expression on her face. She had not been listening to Dasha; she’d been daydreaming about her night with Jozef. She shivered as she thought about it. He was so intense, so demanding, so different from any man she’d ever known. The sex was glorious and definitely something she wanted to try again.
Then guilt hit her like a fist to the chest. She was forgetting her situation, something that seemed to be happening more and more frequently as the days passed. Her mother must be frantic, devastated, sick with worry over her daughter’s disappearance. Shaun needed to concentrate on getting a message to Fatima, not daydreaming about her mobster fiancé.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured to Dasha. “My mind was drifting, what were you saying?”
Dasha gave her a sharp look. “I was saying that I think the colour scheme should be gold and black. Classic with a twist. We don’t want white or silver because obviously we want to save those colours for the wedding. What do you think?”
Dasha’s long, beautifully lacquered magenta nails flashed as she fanned out an impressive spread of colour samples across the coffee table in front of them. Shaun had managed to live 34 years without knowing that there were so many different shades of gold.
“Uhhh, that one.” She pointed at one of them.
Dasha frowned at the sample, picked it up off the table and