“Try won’t do it either.”
“Dima, you can’t be so straight to the point about love. You have to let it—”
“I don’t.”
“Let me finish!” She pointed at me. The tip of her finger touched my chest. “I. . .I missed you.”
I growled. “You should have.”
She hit me with a sad gaze—one that withered my rage away. “Can you stop being angry with me for a few minutes?”
“I haven’t let my staff change the sheets on my bed because your scent is still on the silk. I can’t sleep without inhaling that sweet fragrance. I can’t fucking shut my eyes!” I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. “So, if you want my sympathy, you won’t get it.”
“That’s not fair. This is new to me.”
“This is new to me too, but I’m not the one walking away.” I leaned down and kissed her. My cock stiffened more.
When I pulled away, she whispered, “I. . .admit that I may have made a mistake.”
“You did.”
“Dima, relax. I can’t be perfect.”
“But you could always give me a chance to do right by you.”
“I’m nervous about us.”
“I don’t care.”
She opened her mouth in shock.
“You don’t get to leave anymore.”
“What?”
“I don’t know why I let you go days ago. Perhaps, my mother’s house softened me, but. . .never again.” I lifted her up and placed her curvy body back on the Phantom’s hood. “You come home with me tonight.”
“Dima—”
“Your guards can watch your friend. I’ll be with you now.”
She placed her hands on my chest. “We should at least have some discussion on things before we decide to start again—”
“Decide? You think you get a decision in this.” I yanked her dress back up and spread her legs open.
“I get to—”
“Take my cock all night long.”
“Dima!”
“I know you’re scared. Give me a few rules. Things that you cannot live with, and I’ll make sure to not cross them.”
“You know my biggest one.”
“I know your feelings on murder and the illegal activities in my life. We’ll figure it out.”
“Can it be that easy?”
“There’s no other option.” I gripped her hips hard. “Due to that, I have better promises for you.”
“What promises?”
“I promise to give you my heart. I promise to master the art of making love to you. I promise to support and protect you.” I captured her mouth and pushed her down onto the hood until she was laying down. My erection pressed against the front of my pants, ready to burst the seams open. My gaze lingered down to the swell of her breasts. “But, first I promise to fuck you right here.”
She widened her eyes, but didn’t protest. Her bottom lip quivered, but I didn’t see fear. Instead, I witnessed burning desire.
I slipped my hands between her thighs and touched her wet panties. It took no time to slide my fingers under the soft, damp fabric. Her arousal flooded her pussy.
A groan escaped me. “Do you know how many times I came close to storming down to your condo?”
“No.”
“Too fucking many.” I finger fucked her pussy.
Moaning, she trembled against me.
“What would you have done, if I tore the door down, stalked into your bedroom, and fucked you until you lost your voice from moaning so loud?”
She bit her lip.
“Tell me.”
“I would have let you fuck me.”
“You damn right you would have.” I hiked up the dress higher and pushed a second
finger insider her.
Moaning, her hands rose and fell back on the hood as if she had no control of her body.
I slipped my two fingers in and out of her, then added a third finger. Trembling, she stared down at them, watching those digits play hide and go seek within her pussy.
“Dima,” she moaned.
“You don’t get to walk away again.” I yanked her panties to the side. With one hand, I finger fucked her. With the other hand, I undid my belt, opened my pants, and took out my cock.
“Oh.”
I was inside of her in seconds, grabbing her by the hips and gently raising her pussy so I could slam into it better. My body exploded from the overload of her. The Phantom rocked back and forth as I slammed into her.
Wind whipped around us. Traffic sounded further out in the street—honking and blaring, sirens and the music from cars speeding by.
I punished her with my cock.
Moans left her full lips.
I pumped into her hard, thrusting and feeding my soul. Caressing her breasts and flicking my thumbs along her nipples.
She came hard within minutes, crumbling with pleasure before me.
I loved every second. And when it looked like she was riding the effects of the orgasm’s aftershocks, I pulled out my cock and flipped her over.
The hood creaked.
A gasp left her.
I slapped her ass.
She shrieked.
And then I stuffed her again, giving her no break. Pounding in that pussy hard.
“Oh!” Her voice rose in the alley.
Ecstasy drummed through me, shattering my bones. I almost lost my balance. I planted one hand on the hood and gripped her hips, pumping more. Rocking the car fast.