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I pushed her off into the water, barely giving her time to catch her breath before twisting her around to face the opposite direction.

“Now, I fuck you in the ass.” I pushed the tip just inside, waiting as her scattered moans became more intense. Everything about the moments shared with her was more intense, which is why my lack of patience continued to rear its ugly head. I couldn’t wait for her muscles to expand completely, driving deep into her tight little hole.

“Fuck,” we both said at the same time.

I cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she bucked against me, her moans louder than usual. But goddamn, I did so love hearing the sound. There was nothing fake about her or her reactions to what I was doing to her body. She was the real deal: emotions and nerves, vulnerability and determination.

She gripped my thighs, holding on as if for dear life as I eased her forward, once against switching up the angle. Her pants intensified like my growls were doing, her muscles spasming. As she shifted her feet under her, I pinched her nipples, savoring every single moan slipping past her already swollen lips.

Christ, she felt good with her lithe body pressed against me, but it felt even better as she lifted herself off my thick rod, impaling herself. I twisted her taut nipples again before easing my arms over the side of the tub. I had flashes of the Russian who’d tried to do vile things to her. That just wasn’t acceptable. I should have ripped his head off with my bare hands.

No one touched my girl.

Mine.

As if possession really was nine-tenths of the law. My laws were slightly jaded, but for a little while during the evening she’d looked at me as if I was her protector, her white knight. I’d reveled in that, forgetting even for a little while that she didn’t really belong to me. I closed my eyes as she enjoyed herself, every sound escaping her mouth like the sweetest music on earth. No matter the danger or the money spent, the opulence I’d tried to show her and the generosity I felt for how she’d tended to my wounds, a part of her would always see me as the enemy.

The villain in her nightmares.

The man who’d always be referred to as the monster who’d stolen her life.

Who could blame her?

Her moves generated more heat, more splashes tossed over my body. I opened my eyes again, feeling more like a beast than a man with what I wanted to do to her due to the way she was tossing her head back and forth, uncaring if her hair got wet.

I pushed up from the tub with my feet, grinning as the vibrations were like tiny bottle rockets going off in every muscle. I was floored at the way she made me feel, and not just my cock, the rush of adrenaline more significant than before.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her pants only escalated my arousal, my balls way too tight at this point. I was going to lose it any second.

She seemed to sense my state of need, slowing down and grinding against me. That only fueled me that much more. I pushed her up, almost out of the remaining water.

A laugh bubbled to the surface, cascading from her lips and the little brat squeezed her muscles.

I threw my head back, glaring up at the ceiling seconds before I couldn’t hold back any longer. There was nothing in the fucking world like shooting every hole full of my seed.

A soft sigh rushed up from her throat just as words easily slipped past my air of defenses.

“Agapiméni mou.”

My beloved…

CHAPTER 21

Stavros

Another sleepless night.

Granted, a part of the reason why had been the intense rounds of passion I’d required. I’d ravaged Jenna several additional times, tying her to the bed, taking her on the chair. I’d even dared slip her out to the balcony. Plus, we’d consumed two full bottles of wine and she’d fed me strawberries.

One. By. One.

By the time she’d fallen asleep curled up next to me, dawn had only been an hour away, the scheduled meeting with the brothers two hours after that.

So here I was, riding shotgun beside Christos as he headed for what some would call a sleazy diner where we’d proctored many a business deal over the years. And I was forced to wear sunglasses, something my Capo had noticed.

Even though I was still wincing from the bright morning sun, I could tell he was staring at me, chuckling under his breath. Hissing, I turned on the radio, finding a heavy metal station. It was something my captive had told me she enjoyed. Hell, I wasn’t certain when I’d listened to music for longer than a few seconds, other than being at the club.

“I take it was a very late night.” Christos’ words were clipped.