Seduced by the Assassin (Forbidden Confessions 7)

Yeah, it’s a dangerous game since my life is so fucked up. I’ll fix it. Until then, my head tells me to pull out of Havana and not risk getting her pregnant. But the imperative to join with her in every way is impossible to deny. Sweat beads my brow. My gut cramps. My cock swells and turns to steel.

And she’s feeling it, too, since she twists and cries out underneath me, rocking onto my hand, then back up to take every one of my inches each time I shove deep. “Oh, god…”

“You feel me throbbing inside you, babygirl?”

“Yes!” she shouts, squeezing the comforter in her fist.

“That’s it. Fuck my hand while I fuck you.” I press the heel of my palm against her hard bud.

She bucks harder, shoving her cunt back at me. I take full advantage of her fervor, riding her bare and unrestrained, teeth gritted, growling with every thrust, pulling on her hair as I jerk out, and pressing her cheek first into the bed as I bulldoze inside her again and again.

Suddenly, she’s clamping down on me and screaming, her body jolting as if I’m shoving her full of voltage with each thrust. Her back flushes with color as perspiration sheens her skin. She lets out sounds somewhere between gasps and hoarse squeals, gushing onto my hand as her pleasure goes on and on.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. It sets me off like nothing ever has.

I plow into her like a wild man, teeth bared, growling low, and unleash a flood her little pussy struggles to contain, but she still pulses and sucks more out of me until I’m sure my heart is going to give out.

Until I know I’m never going to be the same.

She crumbles beneath me. I collapse on top of her and gather her close, loving the way we melt together.

“Mine,” I murmur in her ear.

“Yours,” she whispers. “Always.”

Havana

After a shower in which we kiss slowly and refuse to leave each other’s arms, Ransom pulls me back to the bed, settles me into the center of the mattress, then works his big cock inside me again to love me slow and strong. I would have sworn I was too exhausted to feel anything below my waist. He quickly shows me how wrong I am. In fact, I have another pair of screaming orgasms to give him. He takes both greedily.

At midnight, he rolls to my side and gathers me against his big body. I don’t think I’ve felt this safe since I was a little girl and my daddy used to tuck me in with a story and a kiss on the forehead.

“Did you have a good birthday, babygirl?” He brushes lazy fingertips along my shoulder.

I smile in the darkness. “It didn’t start that great, but it ended amazing.”

“Glad to hear it. I felt like it was my birthday, too.”

I cuddle up tighter and press a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He leans over me, eyes searching mine in the shadows. Trying to see if I mean it? “I love you, too. And I don’t want to leave this cloud of bliss just yet. You deserve a lifetime of it. But we need to talk.”

“It’s okay.” I knew this was coming. “We do.”

“First, I’m sorry about the way things happened tonight. I had no reason to think I was being followed. I never want to put you in danger. But I don’t want to leave you…ever.”

“I don’t want you to go. You have to be careful. No, safe. Whatever’s going on, can you get out of it? So you’re not putting yourself at risk?”

“You deserve explanations and assurances. I wish I could give them to you. But I’m ass deep in something dangerous now. Even you knowing about it could be fatal, so the best way I can ensure you’re unharmed is to keep you in the dark and stay in your shadows until this blows over.”

I don’t know if I can handle that. What if something happens to him? How will I know? How will I cope? How would I go on without him?

But what choice do I have?

“Will you ever be able to tell me what’s going on? Why you got shot? Who’s out to hurt you?”

If you’re a good guy…or bad?

“Someday, yeah. But until this freaking nightmare is over, all I can do is protect you with my life.”

I already know he would. “So…we’ll be together when you can get free, but no one will know?”

He hesitates. “I wish I could give you more. Hell, I want to give you the world. But for now, that’s all I can promise.”

I might be worried he was married and trying to make me his side piece if I didn’t know better. But I do. “A-are we exclusive?”

His frown deepens. “Is there someone else you’d rather have?”