Page 123 of Scarlet Vows

She moans, lifting her hips, and I put one hand at the base of her neck, the other around my cock. I line up and then slam into her, balls deep, that luscious, tight cunt stretching just for me. It pulsates, throbbing, clenching, and she’s muttering, crying out. I put my hand on the edge of the counter and start to fuck her relentlessly.

I don’t treat her the way I want, which is with reverence. This is nasty, dirty, hard, deep, fast. It’s a claiming. A branding. And I’ll do it again and again until she tells me she’s mine.

I take my pleasure, a long, hard fuck, hitting her as deep as I can with each thrust, making sure the angle is right for her clit. It must be right at the edge, and with each brutal thrust, I push closer to that edge. She grips the other end of the island, her face turned to the side, her pleasure a beautiful thing to see.

She tightens again, massaging me, her cunt not wanting to release me every time I pull out, but she welcomes me with each push in.

Fuck.Fuck.

I thought I could just spend a long-ass time doing this, but she feels so good. When her second orgasm hits, she spasms so hard on my cock that she sets me off, and I cum again.

I push in deep, holding myself there, my cock twitching, the buzz of release spreading as I spurt into her. The beatingspasms of her on me keep going, slowly lessening in strength until it’s a weak thing, a gentle massage.

Leaning down, I kiss her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, and then I ease out and help her up. She immediately starts to crumble.

I sit her on the island as I pull up my pants, and then I pick her up and carry her out, down the hall, and up the stairs to my room.

Albert sits on my bed, waiting. He makes a sound like he’s embarrassed for us and then curls up.

I kiss her slowly, reveling in the taste of Alina, in the mix of us.

“We didn’t have dessert,” she says as I pull her clothes off and put the covers over her.

“Oh, you’re wrong. We very much did.” I strip and get into bed with her. “And I think I’ll be having seconds and thirds. Maybe fourths.”

Albert whines.

The next morning,Alina stirs but doesn’t really wake as I slip out of bed.

No wonder. We were up half the night fucking. Or making love. Call it what you will.

I kiss her cheek, and she mutters something, turning over, before Albert raises his head next to her. I ruffle his fur, and he snuggles in next to her, merely lifting an ear as I get ready.

When I pull on my jacket, I stop, looking down and smiling.

Fuck, she’s beautiful when she’s naked. A few little marks are on her throat from me, and I know I’ve got a few from her, too.

She’s at once fiery and sweet, and all those things cometogether in a hot package I know I’ll never get enough off. Especially with the sheet tangled around her and Albert the guard dog curled up on the bed.

I’d love nothing more than to climb back into the bed and spend the day in her arms, pleasing her, worshiping her, this time slowly. But I can’t.

I need to fix the fucking mess I created.

With my men still pissed at me, some of them in the hospital, I need to do this myself. So I focus on Santo. I need to link him to Simonov as covert allies, not enemies, to prove beyond a doubt he was responsible.

But as I pull out the stops and engage all my resources and contacts I’ve made over the years working for Demyan, I have difficulties.

Of course, it’d be easier to do this with a team, with my men. To gather intel, to attack the problem from multiple points. But I don’t blame anyone for hating me. And I can’t ask anyone, even if they were on my side, to help.

It’s not just because of lives lost. It’s because I did this. Me.

And a man dying is bad, but so many don’t think beyond that. It’s one thing if it’s deserved, and even then, I’ve long used execution as a very last resort. But it’s another thing if they die through my negligence, my stupidity. My naivete.

Wives have lost their husbands. Children have lost their fathers, and no amount of promises can bring them back or change the fact I was a fool in trusting Santo.

When my digging into things turns up nothing, I head out with my iPad and spend almost three hours tailing and watching Santo.

I gain nothing.