At the next corner, I rip out my walkie-talkie and set the dial to universal. “Retreat!” I order into the speaker. “Retreat and regroup!”
We got what we came for and we sent the message we wanted to—no matter how rich or influential or connected you are, you’re not safe from us.
The next corner we turn down greets us with a welcome sight. The second wave of our ragtag infantry waits under a shaded parking lot; they break out in cheers at the sight of Cat and I.
“Catalina!” they roar, raising their makeshift weapons into the air.
Cat and I only stop for a second before I find the nearest ledge. I pull my stolen bride up onto the platform and raise my hand in the air. The crowd immediately goes silent. “We aren’t done yet!” I address them. “We may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. It’s time to go home and prepare for the next fight.”
The crowd seems to understand my message. Without another wave of cheers, they disperse, scurrying back home to regroup. Cat and I follow close behind them.
The echoes of our battle at the state house fade into the distance as we make our way to a nearby escape hatch. Before we turn the final corner, I peak around to make sure the coast is clear. When it is, I nod Cat ahead. She gives me a kiss on the cheek before passing by.
That stones me. The reality that I finally have her back hits me like a sledgehammer. Before she can get far, I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her back into me. Our lips meet again, even hotter this time than the last.
Cat pushes into me and I’m immediately hard. The powerful adrenaline rush from our fight quickly turns into extreme lust. I push my stolen bride against the nearest wall and she immediately starts to grind against my body.
“Let’s get you out of that fucking dress,” I growl, my mind quickly draining of anything but desire. Consequences be damned, it’s been too long since I’ve had my woman.
My tongue is in Cat’s mouth before she can say anything in return. Her primal moan is enough to tell me that she wants this just as badly as I do. She practically rips my hands from around her waist and leads them down between her legs.
I reach up under her tattered gown and find her panties. They slip off nice and easy. “I missed you so much,” Cat sighs as I work my kisses down her tender neck. Her slender fingers grab onto my hair as I thrust my bulge into her hot spot.
“I missed you, too,” I grumble as I pull down the neckline of her dress, Cat’s exposed nipple quivers beneath my lips; her grip on my hair tightens. Suddenly, her gyrations around my waist get even more intense. “I was so angry at you,” she hisses.
“For what?” I ask, moving over to her other tit.
“For taking so goddamned long!” she moans.
I let her breasts go free and find her lips again. Our tongues tango in a fiery battle and I feel Cat’s hands desperately unlatching my belt.
“Well, now I’m back,” I growl into her ear. “And I promise I’ll make this quick.”
My belt pops open and my pants fall. Cat rips my underwear off and my throbbing cock shakes free.
“Please don’t,” Cat whispers.
“As you wish.”
16
Catalina
Angel enters me and all of my fear and dread and hopelessness explodes under the pressure of his primal desire.
My nightmare already seems like a distant memory; now, I’m smack dab in the middle of a wet dream. Angel is still just as big as ever, and his throbbing width stretches me out to my limits, but this pain is welcome. It’s searing pleasure empties the heaviness in my heart and replaces it with something fresh and dirty.
Angel pins me against the alley wall with his bulging biceps and heaving chest and I quiver against his power. This is a man who’s led an empire, this is a man who’s trying to re-invent a country, this is a man who’s made me his.
This is my man.
His thrusts are deep and purposeful; each one is followed by a grunt so deep it sends shivers down my soul. Maybe it’s the left-over adrenaline from the battle, or the intense joy from escaping the wedding, but each time Angel’s hard pelvis pumps into mine, and his cock digs so deep I feel like I might rip into two, I’m overcome by pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
This time is different than our other times. This time is even wilder than our union in the bar in Ireland or in that bed in Cyrus Kane’s castle. This time feels like our passion is erupting on its own terms. We’ve taken what we wanted, and what we want is each other.
“Enough of this
,” Angel growls. His hands fall around my hips and he unsheathes his giant cock from my tight pussy. With all the power of a wild animal, he flips me around. I arch my back like a stretching cat and stick my ass out for my man. His big palm digs into the meat of my ass and I whimper out.