It was dirty and wrong and so fucked up, but she wanted it to be Damien.
He pushed his jeans and boxers down and Mia stole a peek. Whoa. He wasn’t just shredded with more muscles than she’d ever seen in the flesh; her sexy hitman was hung. Her fingers stroked up and down his veiny length and he groaned.
She rose up, ready to take him inside her mouth, when he pushed her back down. “No.”
“But I want to.”
“I have something else in mind.”
Before she could say another word, Damien slipped an arm under her waist and flipped her over. She landed face first on the mattress.
“What are you doing?”
He ran his hand over the swell of her ass before bringing it back. The smack across her right cheek caught her off guard. The smack across her left sent a shot of pleasure straight to her core.
“Spanking you. You’ve been a very bad girl, Ms. Davenport.”
Mia raised her ass off the mattress. “Do I need some more punishment?”
“Not that kind.” Damien grabbed her by the hips and slid up close. His cock nestled in the crack of her ass, hot and hard.
Mia ground against him. “Then do it.”
His hands snaked around her front and pinched her nipples. She cried out.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He rolled them between his fingers.
“So damn sure.” She twisted her upper body until she could look him in the eye. “I want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t say another word. Instead, he hoisted her up by the hips until her ass stuck up in the air and her face mashed into the mattress. “Damn, you’re so wet for me.” His fingers ran through her soaked folds and Mia whimpered.
“And you taste so damn sweet.” He made the most indecent smacking noises as he licked his fingers clean.
Mia trembled.
“Better find something to hold on to, honey.”
His cock nudged against her entrance and Mia reached for the headboard. Her fingers wrapped around the metal frame and Damien thrust.
Oh! His cock sank inside her, inch by delicious inch and Mia moaned. Condoms always made sex so boring…so perfunctory.
This was dangerous.
Mia’s body wrapped around his thick heat as Damien stretched her open. Deeper and deeper he sunk inside her, his hot shaft melting any hidden resistance. He filled her, dominated her, consumed her from the inside out.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, his hips met her ass. Oh my God.
He groaned above her. “You’re so damn tight. I’ll never last.” Damien pulled back and as she reeled from his loss, he thrust. Hard. Quick. Over and over.
The mattress squeaked, the bed frame shook, and as Damien turned into a piston, Mia came alive. Sure she’d had sex before, but nothing compared to this. Every time he bottomed out, he hit a new place inside her. Filled a new void.
An orgasm roared to life and she moaned in time to Damien’s thrusts, a rolling cadence that ebbed and flowed with the force of his hips. She’d never come vaginally before, but the pleasure built.
And built.
Damien groaned behind her, his fingers digging into her skin. As he pumped a final time, his cock thickened inside her. He grunted. Mia glimpsed heaven.
Her orgasm flooded her senses as Damien flooded her core, pumping his release deep. Her body milked him over and over as pleasure pulsed through her. At last, he collapsed on top of her, slicked in sweat and sexy as hell.
He was the best lover she’d ever had. The only one who made her come like a comet shooting through space.
Damien rolled over and planted a kiss on her shoulder. In the morning, he would probably drag her to her doom. But right then, her hitman was the best thing to ever happen to her.
Mia finally knew what it meant to feel alive.
* * *
With a groan, Mia rolled over and reached for the body that had kept her warm all night. All she found were cold sheets.
She sat up in a rush and fell back on the cushions when the world spun. Ugh. What the hell? The memories of the night came back to her as she squirmed in the bed. She was sore in places she’d never been before.
Oh. She rose up onto an elbow and blinked her vision into focus. She had slept with Damien. A killer. Her kidnapper. She should be appalled, questioning her own sanity. But the ache between her legs told her it was all worth it. She’d checked a box on her life’s list.
One that didn’t have anything to do with following in her parents’ footsteps or living up to the world’s expectations. She’d had a night of wild sex with a dangerous man. The thought sent a rush of heat to her lady bits and she bit back a laugh. If he was up for it, she could go for round two right now.
Add in the pieces of his life that he’d hinted about and Damien hit some chord inside her. Confusion didn’t begin to describe Mia’s emotional state. She was a good girl from a prominent family. She was supposed to finish law school, get a good job, and follow in the tradition of Davenport legal success.