“Jozef…” she pleaded.
He slammed into her from behind, dragging her hips back as he thrust. She let out another scream and clawed at the blankets in front of her. Jozef took her with ferocious pumps, staking his claim in a way that she would never be able to question. He didn’t want her talking about how he'd almost killed her. He didn’t want her talking about STI’s and condoms. She was his. Period. No questions, no negotiation, no escape.
Shaun stopped fighting him and began rocking her hips back, primitive sounds of unbridled pleasure spilling from her lips. She was completely lost to him, exactly where he wanted her. He grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in the curly mass and dragging her back for a kiss that was so passionate, so primal, his teeth cut her soft inner tissues, making her bleed.
He shoved her back down, pressing his hand against the small of her back as he approached his orgasm. His balls felt like they were made of steel, they were so tight, so ready to blow. He slammed into her, fucking himself dry as he shot his load deep into her body.
He didn’t remember hearing her come, so when he finished, he pulled out and replaced his cock with his fingers. She shouted as she instantly flew up into the embrace of an electric pleasure that could only come from having someone attack her g-spot. As he continued to slam his fingers in and out of her, he used the juices flowing from her body to ease the entry of his finger into her tiny asshole.
She tried to jerk away, but he caught her hips and dragged her back, slapping her ass hard enough to make it bounce and draw a shriek from her. She moaned as he slid his finger into an ass so tight, he’d bet his fortune it was virgin. Pleasure sizzled through him, making his tired cock sit up and take notice. This ass was his and one day soon he was going to take it.
“I’m coming!” she keened desperately.
Fluid washed over his hand as he continued to pump in and out of her. Her hips thrust back in unison with his hand while her ass spasmed around his finger, her orgasm setting off every nerve ending he was touching. She felt like silken fire in his hands and he couldn’t wait for her to recover enough to do it all over again.
As she collapsed to the bed, he climbed over top of her, took her jaw in his hand and shoved it to the side. He sank his teeth into her throat, biting her hard enough to break skin. She jerked, cried out tiredly and gripped his head as he sucked hard on her flesh, leaving his mark. When he finished stamping himself into her soft flesh, he moved his lips to her ear and let out a low possessive growl. She shivered against him and allowed him to gather her against his chest, tucking her into his side for the rest of the night.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Are you listening?”
Shaun looked up sharply, a guilty expression on her face. She had not been listening to Dasha; she’d been daydreaming about her night with Jozef. She shivered as she thought about it. He was so intense, so demanding, so different from any man she’d ever known. The sex was glorious and definitely something she wanted to try again.
Then guilt hit her like a fist to the chest. She was forgetting her situation, something that seemed to be happening more and more frequently as the days passed. Her mother must be frantic, devastated, sick with worry over her daughter’s disappearance. Shaun needed to concentrate on getting a message to Fatima, not daydreaming about her mobster fiancé.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured to Dasha. “My mind was drifting, what were you saying?”
Dasha gave her a sharp look. “I was saying that I think the colour scheme should be gold and black. Classic with a twist. We don’t want white or silver because obviously we want to save those colours for the wedding. What do you think?”
Dasha’s long, beautifully lacquered magenta nails flashed as she fanned out an impressive spread of colour samples across the coffee table in front of them. Shaun had managed to live 34 years without knowing that there were so many different shades of gold.
“Uhhh, that one.” She pointed at one of them.
Dasha frowned at the sample, picked it up off the table and held it a few inches from her face. “Are you sure? I think this one’s a little dark. It won’t complement the black. What about this one?” She picked up a lighter sample with a tiny amount of sparkle to it.
“It’s beautiful,” Shaun murmured, then smothered a yawn.
Dasha’s frown amped up a notch as she surveyed Shaun critically. “Are you okay, my dear? We can go over the samples this afternoon if you need a rest.”
Shaun wanted to point out that, no she was not okay, she was still the victim of a kidnapping. Also, she’d spent the entire night previous getting her brains fucked out by the woman’s nephew and was still a little fuzzy from the happy hormones.
Since neither response seemed appropriate for the Koba matriarch, she said, “I’m fine, thank you. It’s just that I have no experience with party planning and your decorating skills are stunning.” Shaun waved her hand around the sitting room where they were having their meeting. It was a combination of heavy woods, gold and beige trimming and the occasional pop of modern. Really, every room Shaun had visited so far had been a feast for the eyes. “I think this engagement party is better left in your capable hands. I will happily bow to your expertise.”
“Lovely, dear.” Dasha beamed at her and squeezed her hand. “You won’t regret this. A few years ago, I threw a 50-year anniversary party for the Baroness Von Grieger. European society is still talking about it. Never mind Leeza’s wedding. Now that was the event of the decade...”
Shaun checked out while Dasha described her daughter’s lavish wedding in meticulous detail over the next hour. Since it was impossible to get in a word edgewise, Shaun didn’t think Dasha would notice that she wasn’t paying attention.
Shaun sipped her tea which seemed to magically refill with hot tawny liquid before she could reach the bottom of her cup. The weird part was she couldn’t once remember seeing a servant. She suspected they were quick and stealthy, neither seen nor heard by the family unless called upon. In Montréal, Shaun had a housekeeper that came in twice a month to make sure she didn’t get too far behind on cleaning when she was working long hours.
“I think we’ll go with the choices of prime rib or salmon for the reception dinner with a vegetarian alternative. We’ll add roasted garlic rosemary potatoes, fresh greens and fresh-baked sweet buns. That should do for the Westerners, and we’ll serve vepřo-knedlo-zelo, roast pork with dumplings and sauerkraut for the locals. Oh, I forgot to ask, do you have any dietary restrictions?”
Shaun blinked at Dasha as her brain kicked in to repeat the question. “No, nothing. I don’t eat a lot of red meat and I try to limit sugar and alcohol, of course.”
“Of course.” Dasha squeezed her knee. “You’re a doctor; you would know best how to protect your body.”
Shaun started to snort and cut it off so as not to offend Dasha. She clearly did not know how to take care of her body, as it had been through the wringer the past several days. She’d been kidnapped, pushed around, attacked with guns, accosted in a women’s washroom, and forced to sleep in a cold dank prison cell. She wasn’t doing awesome at taking care of herself, but most of that wasn’t her fault.