“I think so, yes.”
They knew next to nothing about the man Sophie had gone to. Grigori had the usual people looking in the usual places—but there was very little to find other than the man’s name, which was Chase Daniels, and that he was in the United States Army.
It was highly disturbing that Sophie had gone to see this Chase Daniels. In all of Grigori’s time with her, she’d never mentioned a potential boyfriend or ex-boyfriend. Part of what Grigori did was find out everything he could about a girl’s situation—her parents, her connections, who would miss her, who would look for her—and Sophie had never once talked about a man in her life. She’d mentioned her parents, but he’d gathered that her relationship with them was troubled. A definite plus for him.
Chase Daniels was not a plus. He was an unknown element.
“And the building where she sent the package?”
“It’s in the seventh arrondissement. It’s entirely residential, an apartment on the fifth floor. Sophie Nash and the soldier have not appeared there yet, but we are watching.”
“I want her alive, do you understand? I want the package and I want her unharmed. No marks, or she will not bring as high a price. Do what you need to do with her companion.”
“Of course. Have I ever failed you?”
Sergei had been with Grigori from the beginning. They’d grown up together in the orphanage and they had a bond few shared. They were brothers, but without the blood tie. “No.”
“And I won’t start now. I will get the girl and the package. You will have them both very soon.”
THIS WAS NOT what he was supposed to be doing, and yet there was no way he could do anything different right now. Chase’s balls were so tight it hurt, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck Sophie hard and fast until he lost his load and his balls stopped hurting.
But shit, he wasn’t going to do it quite like that. No, he was going to make this last because it might be the only night he ever had with her.
He started to move as she kissed him hard, her teeth mashing against his, her moans feeding into his throat. He fucking loved it the way she moved beneath him. It was almost as if she didn’t quite know what to do, but she was quickly learning.
The bed rocked against the wall as he upped the pace, pounding into her like a crazed animal. And he was crazed because he’d never felt quite like this before. He’d fucked a lot of women, and some of them had been pretty freaky in bed. Sophie was plain vanilla in comparison—and for some reason that turned him on at a whole new level.
She was soft and sweet and hot, her moans and gasps like a drug to his senses. Everything he did was to elicit another sound out of her.
His name—that’s what he really wanted. His name drawn out long and low, like a dying word. A gasp of surprise. Of necessity.
He’d never much cared what a woman said when he was fucking her, though he expected to hear his name. Now he needed to hear it.
“Sophie,” he groaned into her neck as he tore his mouth from hers, needing air. Her flesh was damp and sweet, and he sucked the skin of her throat. He didn’t care if he left a mark. Hell, he wanted to leave a mark. He wanted to brand her as his for as long as he felt like this.
However long that might be.
He put a hand beneath her ass and lifted her higher, changing the angle, fucking her harder. She arched her back, lifting her hips to meet him.
He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t get close enough like this. He got to his knees and lifted her legs, putting her ankles against his shoulders. She looked up at him with so much trust, so much belief, that he wanted to fulfill every fantasy she’d ever had.
She’d said she’d never come like this, but he was damn certain she would. He wouldn’t let himself go until she did. And he was perilously close.
He lifted her higher and stroked into her harder, pounding against her as he drilled deep. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip.
“More,” she gasped, and he pushed her legs wider, until he was deeper inside her than he’d ever been.
Part of him wanted to stop and just feel this connection with her. But he couldn’t do it, not when every nerve ending he had was demanding release.
“Come for me, Sophie,” he growled.
Her lips parted and her back bowed, and Chase thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful. She was fucking stunning. And she belonged to him right now. He was the one making her come, owning her body, owning her response…
“Chase,” she gasped. “Oh…”
For good measure, he slipped his fingers over her clit and stroked her.
She came apart beneath him, her body shuddering, her eyes closing as she moaned hard. And then she said his name, a long, beautiful sound that dug beneath his skin and rushed into his veins. It was like a drug, and it shattered all his control. He came hard, pumping into her with no finesse, his body spent as he gave her everything he had.