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Her gasp was subtle yet powerful. She’d never experienced this before. That was easy to tell.

I’d never been forced to worry about hurting a woman. Even when I’d been sadistic in my needs, I’d known my companion not only could handle my intense desires, but that she craved them. With Marissa, I didn’t want to hurt her.

Not this way.

I pumped my thumb several times, surprised when her tension faded and she tried even in my tight hold to meet my thrusts.

The ache to fill every hole remained, growing even stronger. I would save her mouth for later.

A crazed feeling rushed through me and I pulled my dick free, spanking her bottom twice more before pressing my cockhead against her asshole.

Marissa took gasping breaths, pushing up from her hands. As she did, I tilted my head until I was given a glorious view of her full breasts. She was tiny everywhere else, yet her breasts were exquisite, fitting perfectly in the palm of my hand. My mouth watered from the thought of sucking on her tight nipples, biting down on them until she cried out.

My name would be nice.

I took a deep breath, gripping her hip as I slowly pushed my shaft inside. It took every ounce of control to keep from impaling her. Sucking in my breath, I gripped her other hip, digging my fingers into her soft skin as I allowed her to become used to the thickness.

She gasped several times, clawing the bed while I gritted my teeth. I could easily fuck her for hours. As she pushed back,I took that as a green light. Or perhaps I was just a selfish, impatient man. I pushed another inch, the heat wrapped around my cock so intense I threw my head to try to fill my lungs with air.

Her mews were incredible, soft and kitten-like, also something I wasn’t used to hearing. A smile curled across my lips and I pulled her back, my cock filling her completely.

“Oh. Oh!” Her entire body shook and she continued clawing the sheet, ripping at the material until she managed to pull the bottom free.

She threw one arm back as if encouraging me not to use kid gloves with her. It was good since I was running out of control and patience. As I developed a rhythm, keeping it nice and slow, I tugged on her hair. The long arc of her back was a beautiful sight. I ran my fingers along her concave spine, gritting my teeth as soon as I did.

Fuck. This woman stood a chance of getting to me and that just couldn’t happen. I closed my eyes, fucking her with rough strokes, pushing her hard as she’d done so with my mind and my raging desire.

I was too far gone for the night. There was no trail of common sense and likely none of decency. I’d never needed to worry about either when it came to sex.

Until now.

Marissa was far too vulnerable, far too special and in need of my help to fuck up the rest of her life.

Or mine.

Yet the dark craving for her would continue to exist well into the day.

And perhaps another night.

Fuuuuck.

She met every brutal thrust, pushing hard against me. Our bodies were sweaty, drops falling from my face to her back. My need was increasing, the ache in my cock interminable. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, releasing deep inside.

“Kazimir? I don’t think you’re a predator. Not at all.”

Her words burned deep within. She had no clue just how wrong she was.

At that moment, I made a vow that not only would I avenge Charlie’s death, but at some point, when she was safe, I would walk away.

So help me God.

CHAPTER 14

Kazimir

Murder.

“You’re sure?” I asked as I stared at my laptop screen. The crack of thunder behind me was beginning to get annoying. The goddamn storm hadn’t let up for hours. I flicked through the files on the flash drive. How the fuck Charlie had gotten hold of a list of illegal weapons Popov was expecting from Russia was beyond me. There were no blueprints of how the information had been captured, but upon quick calculation, I estimated the worth at somewhere close to two million dollars.