Page 181 of Lethal Torture

Luke groans around my nipple, his thumb still stroking me relentlessly, building the heat inside me to an unbearable pitch.

“Dangerous game, princess,” he growls, switching his mouth to my other breast. “And you’re going to pay for it.” He thrusts hard into me, eliciting another scream and hitting the place inside that drives me insane. “You’re going to break first,” he says, but I can hear the tension in his voice, and I know exactly how hard he’s holding on.

It’s the biggest fucking turn-on of all time.

“Oh,” I gasp. “You forget who you’re messing with, Macarthur.” Sitting up, I twist my hips, the way I know drives him insane, and then clench every muscle inside me, riding him with everything I have.

“Fuck.” Luke’s thumb increases the pressure exactly enough, and he arches up into me the final inch that takes me over and into oblivion, every muscle in my body seizing with a power that wipes all else from my mind.

I hear him roar as if it comes from a distance, feel him explode inside me, but I’m lost, floating on an unending moment of bliss.

I finally collapse against him, limp and spent, the thudding of his heart matching the racing of my own.

Luke’s hand comes up, twining in my hair, and I curl into him.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Macarthur,” he says, and I feel his lips curl against my temple.

“Never call me that in public,” I say, hitting his chest lightly. “Or both of our businesses will be in trouble.”

“Fine, then.” Luke pulls my leg over his body. “Princess it is. So where does that leave me, then?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one.” Propping my head on his chest, I meet his eyes, biting my lip to stop myself from laughing. “You and I both know that you’ll always be Captain McTasty.”

Our laughter floats out the open doors and into the heady Spanish night.