Page 17 of Desperate Crimes (Mergers & Acquisitions #6)

H e’s inside me.

All the way.

Thick. Deep. Stretching me in ways I didn’t know I could take.

Every inch is pressure, heat, fullness—and yet it feels right.

So right.

Like my body had just been waiting for him to return to it, like some part of me already knew this was his place.

Where he belonged.

Where he was always meant to be.

My legs lock around his waist without thinking. I hold on to him like he’s gravity and I’ve just left the earth behind.

He moves—slow at first, dragging back until I feel the sweet pull of emptiness, then driving forward again with enough force to knock a moan out of me.

“Nico,” I whisper.

But it comes out a prayer. A plea.

He groans, low and ragged, like he’s trying to hold on by a thread.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he snarls, pounding into me again, harder, “Had to take you, Princess. Show you the truth.”

“Truth?” I moan as he strokes into me so good.

I mean, I want to talk to him.

I want to know what this all means.

But right now?

I can’t even string two words together.

“You were never meant for anyone but me. Mine, Leanna, you hear me?” he growls, flexing his hips.

I feel that.

Not just his amazing cock, but his words.

Deep in my core. In my chest. In my soul.

I’m so wet the sound of him fucking me echoes between us, filthy and raw.

It’s loud. Lewd.

And I think I love it.

My body is already rising again— waves building, rolling in faster this time, hotter.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

He reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit again, circling it with practiced precision. And I cry out.

It’s too much. Not enough. Perfect.

“Say it again,” he growls. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I pant. “I’m yours, Nico. I always have been.”

His thrusts get rougher. Desperate.

“Fuck, Leanna,” he groans. “You feel so good—so fucking tight. Gonna fill you up. Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

I moan as the fire builds, unstoppable.

Blinding.

My body clenches around him again, another orgasm slamming into me like a wave crashing against a cliff.

I scream. Shake. Shatter beneath him.

And that’s when he snaps.

His hips slam into mine, hard and fast, losing all rhythm. Foregoing all restraint.

He growls against my neck, one arm locking around my waist as he drives into me with brutal need.

His breath is hot and ragged in my ear.

“Gonna come inside you,” he rasps. “Gonna mark you. Fill you. Make sure you know who this sweet cunt belongs to. No one else ever fucking touches you. Never. Say it.”

“No one but you, Nico,” I pant.

And then he does it.

He comes.

I feel it.

The twitch of his cock inside me.

The deep, guttural moan torn from his chest.

The heat as he spills himself into me, holding me tight as if I might disappear.

He buries his face in my neck, groaning through his release as my body milks him, welcoming every pulse, every drop.

And I come too. I can’t help it.

Seeing him like this. Knowing I did this to him? It’s the sexiest damn thing I have ever experienced.

And I come hard.

Some long minutes later we’re both still shaking.

Breathing hard.

Sweat-slicked and ruined.

Wrecked.

His. He said I’m his.

And the terrifying, beautiful truth?

That’s exactly what I always wanted to be.