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And certainly not when an orgasm rushed out of the blue, spiraling over me like a raging tidal wave. I lost it completely, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I constantly made purring, moaning noises.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

The sound was unrecognizable as mine even though I knew the single syllables were. He followed with another round of deep, husky growls that reminded me of the kind a wolf would make.

My pussy clenched and released a dozen times, my gasps becoming more frequent. I was certain I was going to lose my mind as a single climax roared into a second one with no break. With me shaking like a leaf, any sounds coming from my mouth were now skipping.

Like a broken record.

A laugh finally bubbled to the surface as I started to come down from sheer euphoria, but he wasn’t backing down from his ferocity. I was slammed against the wall over and over again, the rattle of the harsh actions driving me to uncontrollable moans.

I ripped at his shirt until I could get my fingers underneath, scratching his back almost as violently as he was fucking me. I knew I had to be drawing blood. Neither one of us cared.

Just when I was saddened by the fact the incredible, yet brutal moment was going to be over, he dropped me to the floor, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall again. My arms were forced into the same position as before, with no flexibility to move whatsoever.

Nico kicked my legs apart and I held my breath waiting for him to drive his shaft into my ass.

He didn’t. It was as if he wanted to fill me with his seed. He returned his big, fat cock to my pussy, the savage drive taking my breath away.

If he only knew what he did to me, the crazy yearning that never left after he was gone. I found it tough to believe it had only been a few days.

Or that I’d almost started to hate him before this nightmare had begun.

With every stroke, he breathed against the side of my neck, even taking the time to rip out my ponytail, twisting the long strands in his hand. He pushed it aside a few seconds later, dipping his head so he could lick and bite down on my neck.

I arched my back, trying to ensure I could provide him with complete access. There was pain, but the rapture outweighed the rough sting of his teeth. I bucked hard against him and he slowly crawled his hand up my back to my shoulder then up the wall. I was surprised when he let go of my wrists long enough to grab my hand.

As he intertwined our fingers together, I took gasping breaths, much like he was doing. We were working together yet the push and pull remained. I was his for the taking and I wasn’t going to try to drive him away no matter the consequences.

Was it a match made in heaven? Of that I had no idea, but this was fantastic, a fantasy come true.

His guttural sounds picked up, all breathless and almost grumpy. He was pushing hard to come, eager to satisfy his needs. This wasn’t about romance, but hard fucking. He needed this for himself.

With six savage thrusts, his entire body tensed and he finally allowed himself to release. I’d never heard a man roar the way he did, animalistic in a seductive way.

I was still trying to catch my breath as he clamped down on my fingers, nuzzling into my neck. The moment was something I could never forget, but would it be for all the wrong reasons?

CHAPTER 21

Nico

I’d done my best to stay away from Alexandra during the evening hours the night before, but it had been tough. She’d tried to get me to talk, but after the argument with Domino, I hadn’t felt ready to open up to anyone about my suspicions.

I’d barely admitted it to myself although now I felt I couldn’t ignore the thoughts I’d had for two and a half decades. How could I at this point?

There’d been no evidence my buddy Greg had been involved with any illegal activity or with criminal elements. Yes, he’d prosecuted many influential cases, but none that seemed as if they’d create serious enemies. But I was ready to take another look, along with digging into my own past.

That’s why I was still sitting in the dark behind my desk at almost four in the morning. I’d unlocked the small safe where I’d kept the evidence I’d collected along with whatever bullshit I’d learned from the cops in the US. I had my desk lamp on, the terrible photographs and documentation spread out and I’d gone over them several times.

Reliving the horrible moment wasn’t tops on my agenda, but no matter the reason, I needed to learn why. If not, I would go insane.

What was not to be argued was that the shot had come through one of the stained-glass windows at a high trajectory, which meant the shooter had likely been on the second floor of the building across the street. It had been a prime location, the majority of the building either abandoned or being renovated. And as one might guess, not a soul noticed anything. Not one damn thing. One might think the assassin’s vision would be clouded, but there were special glasses that cut through the stain.

The main question was who was the target? That one of us had been killed was secondary at this point.

What had infuriated the cops was there been no shell casings left behind, no cigarette butts or soda cans inside the abandoned room. And no fingerprints whatsoever. The commercial space had been empty but locked down, with no sign of forced entry. To them that indicated someone from the building, perhaps the owner. Granted, the developer of several blocks on the street had sparred with Greg and I’d had a long chat with him after the police had.

He had a decent alibi that even I hadn’t been able to break. His associates weren’t killers and no money had left his bank account that couldn’t be accounted for. I’d searched overseas as well and had done so months afterward.