Page 61 of Relentless Sinner
“You’re so tight and perfect,” he groans, his face contorted with pleasure. “And all mine now.”
“Jaxon,” I gasp when he starts moving inside me, slowly and surely, until he fills me up.
The moment he slides deeper, he speeds up and sets my body on fire with sweet pleasure. Raw pleasure ripples over my body in waves, burning its way through every inch of me. It severs my mind from this world and all I’m aware of is him.
Him and the fact that we’re having sex.
How did I get from telling myself that I need to stay far away from this man to this?
As the question hits my mind a knock sounds from somewhere far away.
It takes me a moment to realize that it’s not far away but is coming from the door across from us. Someone is knocking on the door.
“Boss,” calls a deep voice. It sounds like Andrieu.
“Go the fuck away!” Jaxon shouts back.
“Boss, sorry. There’s a call for you. It’s your father. He needs you to take care of something. The same type of thing as last week.”
The information stops Jaxon from moving inside me. But I can also see that hearing the call came from his father shifted his focus from pleasure right to business. There’s something more in his eyes, though. A sort of allegiance. The sort you’d find in a soldier, loyal to a cause, a country, or a person.
For him, his person is his father.
“Fuck.” A haggard breath leaves his lips and he glances at the door. “I’ll be five minutes.”
Jaxon pulls out of me then stares deep into my eyes, speaking his regret without words.
My lips part to speak, to tell him I’m going upstairs. “I?—”
“We’ll finish this the next time I see you.” He cuts me off in a voice that tells me not to argue with him, then tucks himself back into his shorts.
He casts me one last look before he walks out the door.
As the door clicks shut and I hear his heavy footsteps walking down the hallway I realize I have a new problem. Or rather the amplified version of an old one.
Him.
Jaxon Bortsov has proven to be a bigger problem than I ever, ever anticipated.
Because no matter which lie I tell myself, the truth is I want him.
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Chapter Thirteen
Jaxon
I lean against the concrete pillar, hiding in the shadows with my gun raised. My men are spread out, ready to back me up when I need it.
The factory is as quiet as a graveyard in the dead of night and the smell of oil and damp concrete clings to the air like fresh blood.
This is where those fuckers are hiding.
Intel tracked them here at the rubber factory near the Brooklyn Navy yard. Intel also unearthed more shit that required my urgent attention.
It’s a kill-or-be-killed situation and I have the element of surprise. They have no idea I am coming to hunt them down and put a stop to this mess once and for all.
I’m more enraged than ever because the night I planned to have with Gabriella was disrupted.