When I pull out of Lara and her blood coats my cock, my eyes snap back to hers.
“Did I hurt you?”
She quickly shakes her head. “I’m pretty sure everyone heard me orgasm.”
True.
I glance down again, and this time the sight of her blood fills my chest with overwhelming possessiveness. “You keep bleeding on my cock, and I’m going to fuck you for breakfast, lunch, and supper.”
“I like the sound of that.”
My woman is growing braver.
Leaning into her, I brace my hands on the counter on either side of her ass. “It sounded like you enjoyed my cock.”
Her cheeks flush a beautiful pink. “I did.”
“How much?” the caveman in me asks.
“A lot. The orgasm felt much deeper this time. More intense.”
My mouth nips at hers, murmuring, “That’s because I was so fucking deep inside you.”
Stepping away from Lara, I clean myself, pull up the zipper, and fasten my belt. “I need to get to work.”
Lara remains seated on the counter, her legs pressed tightly together. Knowing what she’s doing, a smile curves my mouth as I take hold of her thighs. I push her legs open and look down at my release, coating her skin. “So fucking hot.”
Swiping the pad of my thumb through the cum, I bring my finger to her mouth. “Open.”
Her lips part, and she obediently licks my finger clean. “Good girl,” I praise her. Cupping her jaw, I lean in and press a tender kiss to her mouth. “Such a good fucking girl. You drive me wild, Ödülüm.”
Get your ass to work before you give in and fuck her again.
“I want you to move your clothes to my room,” I tell her the reason I came to her bedroom in the first place before she distracted me.
Surprise flashes in her clear blue eyes. “Okay.”
I give her a devious smile. “There, no one can hear you scream.”
She lets out a chuckle and slowly slips off the counter. My eyes drift over her body. “You’ll sleep naked from today. I don’t want you wearing anything at night.”
“Okay.”
Grabbing hold of her ass, I yank her against my body and press a hard kiss to her lips. “Take a long, warm bath while I’m at work.”
She nods. With all her attention on me, it’s fucking hard to let go of her. I let out a sigh as I pull away and walk out of the bathroom before I give in to the insatiable hunger.
Just as I head for the front door, Nisa calls after me, “Don’t you want to eat something before leaving for work?”
“No.” Smiling at her scowling face, I add, “I’ll grab something at work.” I open the front door. “By the way, Lara’s moving into my room.”
Hearing Nisa gasp, I chuckle as I step out of the house.
“Selam,” Mirac greets. He opens the back door for me. “Where to?”
“Vengeance,” I answer as I climb into the SUV.
I hope Elif has been able to keep track of Mazur. Knowing he wants Lara makes me worry for her safety. The only way to ensure she’s never hurt again is by killing the fucker as quickly as possible.
While Mirac drives us to the club, I try to set my thoughts of Lara aside so I can focus on work, but I keep reliving the moment I took her virginity, how impossibly tight she was, and having her body trembling beneath mine. When she cried in my arms, it fed the darkness in me.
Jesus, it was an impossible task taking it slow, but this morning made up for it.
Stop!
I adjust the hard-on in my pants, so it’s not as bothersome and shake my head. Glancing at my wristwatch, I notice it’s actually afternoon and no longer morning.
She’s even making me forget about time.
“We’re here,” Mirac announces, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Right.” Climbing out, I head into the club and make my way down to the offices.
“Finally,” Emre mutters when he meets me in the hallway. “I’m not even going to ask why you’re late.”
“Good. I’m not sure you can handle the answer,” I joke as I walk to Elif’s office. “Selam. Give me some good news, Elif,” I say as I stop next to her chair.
She glances up. “Mazur is still in New York, but…” she brings up CCTV footage of his house in Seattle, “there’s activity at the mansion. Looks like his soldiers are starting to gather.”
A pleased smile curves my lips. “Notify me the moment Mazur sets foot in Seattle.”
“Evet.”
I glance at Emre. “Gather the men.”
My cousin rushes out of the office as I glance at the footage again, then leaning forward, I say, “Rewind.” When she gets to the part I want to see, I mutter, “Pause.” I point at the man dressed in a suit. He looks nothing like a soldier. “Find out who that is.”
“Evet.”
She scans his face into her facial recognition software, and we wait as it searches the database.
“This might take a while,” Elif murmurs.
“Call me the second you know,” I say before I walk out of the office.
My phone starts to ring, and pulling it from my pocket, I see it’s my grandmother.
“Selam, Babaanne.”
“Selam. My wool is finished.”
I let out a chuckle. “What do you want me to do about that?”
“Allow Lara to accompany me to the store. I want to get her, her own knitting needles and basket.”
Fuck.
I want to encourage the bond between her and Lara, but now is not a good time.
“We’ll be quick, and we’ll take the whole army with us,” she mutters. “We can’t live like prisoners for the unforeseeable future. It might take thirty more years for you to kill Mazur, and I don’t have that kind of time.”
Jesus. I almost roll my eyes.
“Thanks for that vote of confidence,” I mutter wryly.
“I promise it will be a quick shopping trip. Twenty minutes at most.’
I let out a sigh. “Not a second longer than twenty minutes. I’ll call Daniel.”
“Thank you,” she says sweetly.
Shaking my head, I end the call and quickly dial Daniel’s number.
“Boss?”
“The women want to go shopping,” I sigh into the line. “Twenty minutes is all they get. How many men do you have at the house?”
“Eleven.”
“Take them all. Keep my women safe.”
“Yes, boss.”
Ending the call, I shove the device into my pocket and go look for Emre.
