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One climax seemed to turn into another, and I felt like some beast needing to ravage her.

When she sighed through the gag, I rose to a standing position, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She turned her head, staring at me as she reached out with both arms. I took the hint. Who was I kidding? She was mine and as such, I wanted to fuck her every day.

Now, I would.

The thought was wicked inside and I yanked her butt off the edge of the counter, the height just perfect for me to drive my cock inside.

She screamed over the gag, no longer fearful of Damien hearing us.

Or anyone else for that matter.

I pumped long and hard, straining to keep myself from erupting deep inside of her. I was on the balls of my feet, my knees slamming against the counter.

And I couldn’t care less.

Sweat beaded down both sides of my face, eventually dripping off on her luscious body. She finally acquiesced, rubbing the salty beads all over her breasts. I was mesmerized by the simple action.

Including the fact she pinched and twisted her own nipples.

Seconds passed.

Minutes.

I could barely see straight. I definitely couldn’t think clearly. I was just reacting on my instinct and hunger, like any beast would.

But I enjoyed every aspect of her, every hole. Why not make a strong point. As if she hadn’t already figured that out. Her body responded to mine so well that when I whisked her off the counter, turning her over onto her stomach, she only flailed her arms, knocking the last thing left on the counter onto the floor.

A wooden bowl of fruit.

Without hesitation, I did two things. I drove my cock back inside her sweet pussy and I snapped the wooden spoon against her backside as I’d done before, peppering her delicate skin with slight crimson touches.

But as was typical with me, that wasn’t enough. After making certain my cock was slickened from her sweet juice, I didn’t hesitate to push the tip of my shaft into her dark hole.

There was something just as sweet about taking her in her third hole as when I’d fucked her before, perhaps more so this time.I was careful, plunging an inch at a time until I was fully seated inside.

She jerked up from the counter, pressing her palms against the surface.

Taking her here at this moment was even hotter than I could imagine. I remained like some animal, consuming her brutally. She didn’t seem to care. The beautiful soul was exactly what I needed.

And more.

I was pounding so hard, but it wasn’t louder than the rapid thudding of my heart. But as with all good things, it had to come to an end. I finally lost all control, erupting deep inside. The satisfaction was even more exciting, my soul cleansed.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’d become my salvation.

If that was possible.

CHAPTER 16

Nikolay

Tonight, the darkness was soothing.

I was lying on my back, the room completely black. She was curled up next to me and I was caressing her arm, doing nothing more than staring up at the ceiling. The baby communications device allowed me to hear the soft snores Damien was making, which made me smile. I’d fallen asleep but it was impossible to stay that way.

The drama that had unfolded over the last few days continued to weigh heavily on my mind. Being with Chantel helped but I didn’t like what was happening, the unknown or the targets being hit.

All the clues that had fallen, including the fact her cousin had dropped a warning, weren’t to be taken lightly. One thing I knew. Talking to the girl might give more results than attempting to beat it out of some Cosa Nostra asshole on the street. Today would be a very good day to do that.