Page 16 of Desperate Crimes (Mergers & Acquisitions #6)

S he comes apart on my fingers.

Completely.

Her body tenses, thighs clamping around my wrist like a trap, and then she shatters.

A raw, full-throated cry tears from her throat, shaking and beautiful and fucking mine.

Her walls flutter around my fingers, soaking, pulsing, trying to drag me deeper as wave after wave rocks her.

It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever witnessed.

And I did that.

I made Leanna Volkov— spoiled princess, guarded heiress, beautiful, untouchable —break apart like a girl on fire in my bed.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her voice all ruin and need, eyes glazed in the dark, her hands grabbing for my shoulders like I’m the only thing anchoring her to this world.

I don’t stop.

I keep stroking her through it, circling her clit with my thumb, curling my fingers inside her until she’s twitching and gasping beneath me, hips rolling in helpless aftershocks.

“That’s it,” I growl, my voice unrecognizable now.

Rough. Possessive. Final.

“That’s mine.”

I pull my fingers free, slick with her arousal, and lift them to my lips.

I suck them clean while watching her face in the dim light.

She whimpers.

My cock throbs painfully inside my jeans, and I know— I know —there’s no holding back now.

I’ve waited.

I’ve been patient.

I built her this place from top to bottom.

Took her here—however unconventionally.

Worshipped her body—because it’s fucking mine.

Gave her pleasure before I ever gave myself the taste I’ve craved for years.

But now?

Now I’m done waiting.

My pants are shoved down with one hand.

My cock springs free, hard, thick, leaking from the tip.

I hiss at the rush of cool air, my hand bracing beside her head as I position myself between her trembling thighs.

“Say it again,” I whisper.

My voice is shaking.

From control.

From reverence.

From need so deep it’s carved into my bones.

She blinks up at me, dazed, flushed, glowing in the dark.

“Nico,” she breathes, knowing instinctively what I need to hear from her.

My name . She’s saying my name. And it’s spilling from her perfect lips like a font that’ll never run dry.

“Nico,” she repeats, and I close my eyes and just let it settle inside my bones.

“It’s you, Nico. It’s always been you.”

I press the head of my cock to her entrance and nearly lose my fucking mind at the heat.

I growl.

“You’re mine now, Princess. All mine.”

Then I push.

Hard.

I feel every inch as I slide inside her— tight, wet, hot, perfect.

Her body resists for a breathless second, then yields.

Her breath catches.

Her hands fly to my biceps, nails digging in.

Her back arches.

Fuck.

She’s so tight.

So fucking wet.

It’s like her body was made for me.

Like it’s been waiting— just like I have.

I press deeper, slowly and steadily, until I’m fully buried to the hilt inside her.

My vision goes white.

Every breath is a curse.

A prayer.

A broken promise kept.

She gasps beneath me, eyes wide, mouth parted.

“You feel that, Princess?” I rasp. “That’s where I belong.”

I stay there— deep inside her —relishing the moment, the truth of it.

“This pussy,” I groan, thrusting once, slow and hard, “was always mine.”

I pull back, just enough to feel the drag, then slam in again.

She cries out. Loud. Beautiful.

“It’s mine,” I snarl. “Say it.”

She clutches me tighter, legs wrapping around my hips. Her voice is barely a whisper.

“It’s yours. Nico—it’s always been yours.”

And that’s it.

I lose myself.

In her. Around her. For her.

Because this isn’t just fucking.

This is claiming.

And I will never let her go.

They’d have to pry her from my cold, dead hands.

And even then? I’d still come for her.

Leanna Volkov is mine now. This Viper and Wolf belong together.

Always have. Always will.