Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I shook my head, knowing this would be his concern. “I couldn’t care less what you do to them, Morgue. If they did this to me, they’ve likely victimized other girls who didn’t have someone looking out for them. I’m betting my lack of permanent ties is an important reason they chose me. What bothers me is for you to do it.” I reached up to stroke his cheek. “If something goes wrong, if you get caught? I can’t live with that, Morgue. I can’t live without you.”
“You won’t have to, honey. This is what I do. What Iron Tzars does. Wylde makes sure all the bases are covered. Sting has the final say in the plan, and he won’t let me go if the risk isn’t acceptable.”
“How do you define acceptable?” I demanded. “Because as far as I’m concerned, if the risk isn’t zero I don’t want you to have any part of it.”
He gave me a gentle, almost tender smile, stroking my chin with his thumb. “Don’t think anyone’s ever worried about me before. Let me do what I’m trained to do, honey. Ain’t no amateur. Besides, the guys in Tzars ain’t gonna let anything happen to me. We look out for each other.”
“I still don’t like it.” I knew Morgue liked to give me anything I wanted.
He grinned again. “You’re trying to manipulate me with that adorable pout, but it won’t work. Do you trust me?”
“You know I do. With all my heart.”
“Then trust me to take care of this. All I’m doing is getting them and bringing them back here. I’m not spending any more time away from you than I have to. But this has to be done. And I have to be the one to do it.”
I rolled over so I lay on top of him. “Fine. but I want it known this is under protest.”
He grinned. “Noted. I’ll make it up to you.”
“When?” I demanded.
“Right now.” He tightened his fist in my hair and brought me down for a kiss.
My heart was pounding as my pussy found his cock. I held us there for a moment, wondering if Morgue would take the lead. I should have known he would. Our bodies aligned perfectly, and he thrust upward, my pussy engulfing his entire length in one smooth glide.
I sank my nails into his shoulders and let out a low moan as he continued to kiss me, his tongue dancing with mine playfully. The taste of him was intoxicating. Whisky and mint should have been an odd combination, but it was perfect. And it only made me want him more. He ran his hands up and down my back, and I shivered with pleasure. I gasped when he nipped my lower lip and pulled back just enough to say, “Please make sure you come back to me, Morgue. I really mean it when I say I don’t think I can live without you in my life.”
“Nothing could keep me from coming back to you, Dorothy. Nothing. I’ll be careful. More careful than I ever have before because, for the first time in my life, I’ve got someone to come back for. So yeah. I will not be taking any unnecessary risks.”
“You promise.” It was a demand more than a question.
“I do, honey. I promise with all my heart.”
I sighed as Morgue kissed me again and I started riding him. His arms came around me and I settled into his embrace once again. I tunneled both of my hands through his messy hair and hung on as he urged me to move faster.
I never wanted to let go. Morgue was my rock. My anchor. In the short time I’d known him, he’d become the most important person in my world. I remember thinking this the first time we’d made love, but knowing he was leaving soon made the feeling all the more acute.
Suddenly, he growled and rolled us over, so he was on top of me. Still holding onto my hip firmly with one hand while using the other to slide up toward my breast.
With a needy moan, I raised my hips to meet Morgue’s thrusts, my back arching with each deep plunge of his cock inside me. The friction felt so good, and I wanted him deeper, but I could feel him swelling inside me and knew he was close. I didn’t try to stop him. Instead, I gripped his shoulders tighter and let him set the pace.
His hot breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine as he pumped into me, his grunts of pleasure mixing with my moans of lust. I loved the way he claimed me like this. Like he never wanted the use of anyone’s body but mine. Like he was as lost in me as I was in him. It excited me more than I could ever express.