“You want more, angel?”
“Yes,” I gasp, lifting my head up from the curve of his shoulder to meet his gaze. “Please.”
His eyes burn with predatory heat, and I swear I can feel his cock thickening inside me. “How much more? Because if you let me have your ass, I’m going to take it. All of it.”
I know what he means. He means more than one finger, or even two.
My stomach clenches as a shot of adrenaline and arousal surges through me, and I nod, biting my lip. The air around us is thick with steam, and little water droplets cling to Marcus’s long eyelashes, making them look even thicker.
“Take it,” I murmur. “Take anything you want.”
His nostrils flare, and he moves so fast it almost makes me dizzy, lifting me off his cock and setting me on the floor. As soon as my feet touch the smooth tiles, he kisses me hard and deep. Then he pulls back and spins me around, bracing my hand on the wall again.
I resist the urge to clench my thighs together to ease the throbbing ache in my clit, letting Marcus spread my legs wider instead. My eyelids droop as I feel him grope and massage my flesh, and I glance over my shoulder to see his gaze trained on my ass.
This time, when his finger finds my tight hole, he doesn’t tease me. He slides it inside as deep as it will go, fucking me in smooth motions.
“Fucking beautiful,” he mutters, sliding his other hand down to massage my clit.
His two hands work in tandem, building up the pleasure inside me even as he adds a second finger in my ass. The pressure is a lot stronger as he stretches me out, and I bite my lip again, trying to relax.
I want this. And I know Marcus would never, ever hurt me—not in any way I can’t handle.
I can feel hunger and arousal radiating from him, burning through the connection between us, but he’s patient as fuck, working my clit and my ass simultaneously until I can feel my own arousal slipping down my thigh. My breath is coming faster, my whole body tingling with a current of pleasure.
When Marcus pulls his fingers out of me, the sudden sensation of emptiness is jarring. I miss the feeling of being full of him, consumed by him.
The fingers that were toying with my clit slip lower, sinking into my pussy and pulling a groan from my lips. When he withdraws them, more wetness seeps from me, and I know his fingers are coated in it. I look back over my shoulder once more to see him stroking his cock, spreading my arousal all over his shaft.
Then he fists himself at the base and lines himself up with my ass, grabbing one cheek in a bruising grip and spreading me wide.
He’s big.
So fucking big.
Even just the tip of him is so much more than his fingers, and I grunt as my ass stretches around him.
“Let me in, angel. Let me have you.”
His voice is raspy, and something in his tone makes heat sear through my veins. He’s trying to go slow, trying not to hurt me, but I can hear in his voice how close he is to losing that thin shred of control. The thought of him taking what he wants, what he needs, makes my own desire flare, and I push back against him, breathing deep to keep my body as relaxed as possible.
“Good girl,” he groans. “So fucking good.”
I don’t answer. I can’t answer. Neither of us speak for several moments as we work together to bring him deeper into my body, our heavy breaths punctuating his small thrusts.
When I feel his hips connect with my ass and realize that he’s buried inside me completely, I sag against the wall a little, my clit throbbing in time to my racing heartbeat.
“You’re so tight. Fuck. You’re killing me.”
Marcus grinds against my ass, one hand digging into my hips as the other trails up my spine. His fingers wrap around my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air, but enough that I’m sure he can feel my pulse fluttering wildly.
When he draws out and thrusts back in, it’s like learning all over again what it means to be overtaken. He does it again, and I arch back into his thrust, urging him on.
It’s not a hard fuck. It’s not fast. We’re both too close to the edge for that. We’re each trying to walk the tightrope of pleasure without falling off the other side. Trying to make this last as long as possible, even as our movements become jerkier and more desperate.
I need to come again. I’m so fucking close.
But I don’t want Marcus to ever stop fucking me.
“This won’t be the last time,” he grunts, as if he’s somehow read my thoughts. His grip on my hips tightens as he thrusts into me again. “This is mine now. Ours. Someday I’ll watch Ryland or Theo fuck your perfect ass while you ride my cock. Would you do that, angel? Would you let us have all of you?”
His words send a dozen filthy images flying through my mind, and my pussy clenches automatically as I imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by two of my men at once. To be held between them, completely at their mercy, filled by them.
Worshipped by them.
Maybe Marcus is imagining the same things I am, because his restraint suddenly gives out. His pace picks up, and he slams into my ass for three hard strokes before finishing on a harsh cry.
As his cock pulses inside me, I come too, pleasure making stars dance before my eyes. It’s different than any other orgasm I’ve ever had, deeper and more intense, and it seems to fill every atom of my body.
It takes several moments for the shudders of pleasure to subside, and when they finally do, Marcus pulls out carefully. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me upright before turning me to face him. Then his fingers tangle in my wet hair as he kisses me deeply, as if he’s trying to cement the connection between us.
I can still taste the hint of my own arousal on his tongue, musky and sweet. The water falling from the shower head has cooled a little, although I didn’t even notice it until now.
It doesn’t matter though. Marcus’s skin is hot against mine, his embrace protective. In the circle of his arms, I feel so many things—but above all, I feel safe.
Our lips break apart, and he rests his forehead against mine as we breathe the same air, slowly coming back down to earth.
When he opens his eyes, they’re so close to mine that I can barely focus on them. He lets out a soft sigh and then kisses me once more before drawing back to look at me properly.
“I found something,” he says quietly.
Chapter 2
I blink, trying to process what Marcus just said. My brain is still mostly mush from the intense sex and the hard workout before that.
But as his words penetrate fully, I straighten, my eyebrows shooting upward. “You did? Something to tie Luca and the Viper together? Proof that they’re the same person?”
He grimaces, shaking his head. “No. We’re still working on that. There’s got to be something out there, no matter how fucking careful he’s been. The Viper has been too active in Halston not to leave some kind of trail, and one of those breadcrumbs has to lead back to Luca.”
I nod, hoping like hell that he’s right. That’s the assumption we’ve all been going on for the last several days, the hope we’ve been clinging to. There has to be something. People in Luca’s profession become damn good at keeping secrets, but no lie can be buried so deep that it can’t be unearthed.
But if whatever Marcus found doesn’t have to do with Luca, I’m not sure what he’s talking about.