Hard Limits(39)

"A damper on my social life?" He took a step forward and leaned over her, his nose almost touching hers. "You have no fucking clue what it's like to wake up in a panic, terrified I said your name in my sleep and someone heard me. I dream about you every night and wake up hard and afraid. Hoping against hope no one will notice the change in me. That's why I didn't want you here. Because you are unraveling me piece by piece, and I fucking hate it."

"If you hate it so much, why are you here?" she asked, standing her ground.

"Because I can't stay away. Because I can't fucking breathe without you. Because nothing's worth a damn if I don't have you. Because I've fucking lost my mind. Enough reasons?"

He'd lived for so long without caring about anything or anyone beyond dismantling the cartel and getting revenge for the innocent, sure he wasn't going to outlive the mission. Now that the rules of the game had changed, he was scared to death. For her.

"Damn you." He should be kidnapping her and throwing her into a truck headed for Alaska. Instead, before his brain could catch up with the craziness of the situation, he took her mouth in a deep, hard kiss.





 

 
She didn't cower. Not even for an instant, and fighting for dominance, she unzipped him.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her damp pussy against him. Digging her heels in his ass. Biting his lip as she kissed him.

Fuck, he couldn't think. His cock was throbbing in need. He stumbled backward into the bedroom and sat down hard on the mattress.

He ripped her dress, and she did the same with his shirt, buttons flying all over, their mouths never separating. As Paige tried to push him back on the bed, he yanked her panties to the side and thrust inside her bareback, the instant heat zapping his mind.

"Mine," he growled, staring defiantly into her eyes.

She froze, her sweet pussy flexing around him, struggling to adjust to the sudden invasion. She was wet and turned on, but it was a snug fit. "Hey, you forgot-"

"No condoms," he interrupted her, holding himself still. If she wrenched away and decked him now, she'd be in her right. Not that he could do anything differently. "I haven't been with anyone since you, and I won't be. You haven't either, and you won't." She raised her eyebrows contentiously, but he pressed on. "What? You didn't think I would keep an eye on what's mine?"

"What are you actually saying?" she asked, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He pinned her down with his stare, cock throbbing like a motherfucker deep inside her. "I'm talking about exclusivity. About you taking my cum every time I fuck you."

She watched him for a long second, her pussy tight as a vise. She tried feigning indifference, but the way her inner muscles were greedily clutching him betrayed her. "Every time you fuck me? Who says I will let you inside me ever again, you arrogant ass? Sex without a condom is risky."

"I'm clean," he assured her, palming her sweet ass and nuzzling her throat.

She grabbed his hair, pulled at it, forcing him to look at her. "You sterile too?"

"No, I'm not, but you're protected."

"How-"

"You have the pill in the cabinet in your bathroom. Told you I take liberties."

"Maybe those are Ramona's," she objected. At his wry expression, she continued, "That I buy them doesn't mean I take them."

"No, but your OCD says otherwise."

Her nostrils flared. Her glare was deadly. She was pissed. "This might be the last time you fuck me. You better shut up and make it worth my time," she ordered, squeezing him with her legs, urging him on. "Now, move."

His woman was shaking from anger and arousal, facing him off and ordering him to fuck her. So damn sexy. Such a huge turn-on. 

He brought her flush to him, pressing her taut clit against him, making her shiver and moan. "You take my cum. Nobody else's."

She fought to breathe and spoke. "I get it now. You're talking about cum exclusivity." Nico knew she was trying to sound unaffected, but she failed miserably. "Does that mean I can fuck around as long as I use condoms?"

"I told you I don't share well, Goth girl." He exposed her throat, kissing and raking his teeth over her scar. The way her core sharply contracted almost sent him over, but he bunched his jaw and kept himself in lockdown as he started slowly pumping inside her.

The condoms, thin as they were, had allowed him a measure of detachment. Without them he was in free-fall. Being bathed in her extreme heat, her pussy sucking greedily at him, had him in total sensory overload.

He moved his finger to her rosette and pressed over it, loving how she reacted right away, clenching around his cock and his digit.