by Lea Hart
Stepping away, he quickly got rid of her clothes and his and then stood facing her. “So many tempting places…” he tapped his finger against his mouth and smirked. “I’m hungry, so I think it’s time you feed me.” Hearing her inhalation as he skimmed his finger between her thighs, he rubbed in slow circles, teasing the sensitive flesh and grinned when he discovered she was wet and creamy. He took her mouth, kissed her deeply, and soon they were both panting as his animal nature fought to be set free.
He was going to claim her and when he was done, he prayed she’d be happy about it.
Looking down, he saw her golden hair tousled around her face, her glazed expression and her lips swollen from his kisses, which meant it was time…
He sank to his knees and inhaled the scent of her desire. Gripping her hips, he brought his tongue to the sweet honey that coated her pussy and reveled in her cries of pleasure as he sucked on her clit. Her hips began to move, so he moved to her opening, and speared his tongue inside.
Her hands tangled in his hair as her legs widened and he pulled back and alternated between gentle caresses and hard thrusts, keeping her just on edge.
“Please, Sam, don’t tease.”
“Now, what fun would that be?” he replied with a dark laugh. Skimming his fingers along her folds, he played a little before sinking one inside her.
“Ohhhh,” she shouted as she clamped down on his finger, flooding his mouth with her juices as her orgasm approached.
“You’re so tight around my finger and I can’t wait to feel you on my cock. You’ll be swollen from the orgasm I’m about to give you and I’ll have to push my way inside inch by inch as your pussy grips me tightly.”
“Please,” she begged as her knees wobbled.
Withdrawing his finger, he heard her whimper until he added a second and pushed back inside. He clamped his mouth on her bud and then sucked and flicked it rapidly until she exploded. Drinking her in, he sent her over one more time before she collapsed.
Wrapping her in his arms, he held her as she came down and returned to consciousness. “You with me, Lucky?”
“Barely.”
Feeling her heart pound against his chest, he felt his cock harden even further as his balls drew tight against his body. “Now I’ve claimed you and you can’t deny your feelings, Lucky.”
He stood slowly and held out his hand. “Let's have a shower.”
She looked up with a dazed expression and stood. “I think I’d follow any command you gave me.”
“That’s the idea.” Leading her into the bathroom, he turned on the water and waited for it to heat up. It was a good-sized shower and he decided to make use of it as he led her inside. When they entered the steamy enclosure, she surprised him by pulling him close and nipping at his bottom lip. Growling, he felt pleasure shoot straight to his cock, as her hot aggressive tongue stroked his and her hand grasped him and started pumping.
“No more, Lucky.” He backed her against the cool marble wall of the shower and brought her leg up so it wrapped around his hip. The heat from her pussy enveloped his cock as he probed at the saturated folds. “Get ready because there’ll be little mercy.” Her eyes fluttered closed as he pushed the swollen head inside her, her muscles clamping around him, pulling him inside. “You feel perfect.”
She answered by tightening her leg around his waist and he slid in a little further, the need to bury himself overwhelming. Groaning, he plunged as deeply as she’d take him, and held himself still.
He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the come boiling in his balls because he didn’t want it to end quite yet. Her inner muscles quivered around him, and he gave up the battle. He pulled out to the tip of his cock and then slammed back inside, swallowing her scream of pleasure with his mouth as he swelled inside and shot thick streams of semen deep inside her.
Part of him hated that she was on birth control, because his need to mate and show his dominance by planting his seed inside her was all he could think of as he thrust again and again.
His heart thrummed against his chest as he held tightly, coming down from the best orgasm of his life. When he finally felt himself return to his body, he realized she hadn’t come. “I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled out slowly and watched the combined fluids of their bodies drip on the shower floor. “I’ll fix it.”
“Sam, there’s nothing to fix. A woman doesn’t come every time during intercourse.”
“Not my woman.” He pumped some soap into his hands and gently cleaned between her thighs. “You didn’t get there and I’m going to take care of that.”
“I don’t have to get there, Sam, it’s not a personal challenge to your manhood if I don’t.”
“I like to get the job done right.” He rinsed away the soap and turned her around, so she was facing the wall. Trailing his fingers down her spine, he watched goosebumps raise against her skin as he moved his fingers against the puckered star of her anus before dipping into the drenched folds of her pussy.
Her arms were braced against the wall and her ass was presented to him perfectly as he teased and tormented her. She writhed against him and he grinned. “Do you know how beautiful you are spread open like this? I’m getting hard again, Lucky.”
Shaking her head, she whimpered as his fingers parted her folds and pushed inside. Her body took him greedily and pushed back against his fingers, fucking them in a rhythm that had her moaning.
He brought his other hand up and circled around her rear entrance, dipping down to her pussy and gathering juices and then bringing them back up to lubricate the tiny hole. “Someday, I’m going to take you here, Lucky.” Sinking his finger inside slowly, he stretched her slightly. Moving his fingers in tandem, her legs soon began to quiver from the strain of pleasure. “When I take you back here and sink all the way up to my balls, you’ll love it. Your pussy is soaking my fingers, wanting what I can give you.”
“Yes,” she shouted as her body moved back and forth.
Sliding his fingers out of her pussy, he replaced them with his cock. He was as hard as he was the first time and, as he pushed inside, he concentrated on giving her the release she craved. He cupped her breast and plucked at her nipples as his thrusts grew deeper and harder.
“Sam, please.”
He kept his thrusts steady as he moved his finger to her ass, letting it slide in and out. Her body gripped him and the ripples of her inner walls pulsed against his cock. “That’s it, Lucky, let go and drench me in your honey.”
His words sent her over the edge and her shouts of pleasure bounced against the shower walls as her orgasm swept through her. Her pussy clenched around him and her ass tightened on his finger as wave after wave rippled through her. No longer able to hold back, he gripped her hips and fucked her hard before his come coated her insides.
Catching his hand against the wall above her head, he hunched over her, praying to God he wouldn’t embarrass himself by collapsing to the floor.
When she turned her face, he saw a smile lifting the corner of her mouth. “Oh, Sammy, you sure know how to get the job done.”
He felt laughter spill out of his chest as he slipped out with a groan and then cleaned them both up. He turned off the water and then pulled her out of the shower. He handed her a towel and then took one and grinned like an idiot as they dried off. “I’m the most blessed man in all the world.”
Standing on her tiptoes, she pulled him down for a kiss. When their mouths touched, he felt the lock snip open in his heart and knew she would always belong there.
“I think we’re both blessed.” She grabbed a robe and wrapped herself in it and then handed him one, giving him a smile that made him happier than he’d ever been.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Saturday, September 23RD
Sitting across from Sam on the terrace of the hotel, Lucky studied the garden with more concentration than the wild area required. She was feeling raw and vulnerable after the night of intimacy they had shared, and without a scrap of defens
e in place, she felt terribly uncomfortable.
When the waiter came by to refill their coffee cups, she turned her attention back to Sam and saw his satisfied, knowing grin. “Quit gloating.” His smile grew larger and she shook her head.
“I’m not gloating, in fact, I’m doing nothing more than basking in your beauty and counting my blessings. Despite the frown on your face, I know you’re happy and simply fighting it because it makes you feel exposed and weak.”
“The least you could do is not act so happy about it.”
He leaned forward and took her hand. “The sooner we deal with it, the sooner you accept what’s happening.” Locking eyes, he lifted an eyebrow. “For the first time since the building exploded, I’m living and not just surviving. It’s taken me a long time to accept the fact that I’m never going back to Delta or HRT and having you in my life has made that possible. The future we have in front of us is worth fighting for and if I have to do it for both of us, then I will.”
A tear slipped down her face and she looked back to the garden. Knowing he was in this thing one hundred and fifty percent made her both incredibly happy and nervous. He wasn’t a man who was going to accept anything less than all of her and she had no idea if she was capable. “Sammy…”
“Lucky, one life is all we get, and if it’s going to be enough then it would seem we shouldn’t be fools and live it as fully, bravely, and beautifully as we can.”
Turning back to him, she looked into his hopelessly beautiful green eyes and nodded. “I’ll try my very best, but I’m not sure how well I’ll do.”
“Just try, Lucky, and I’ll do the same.”
Before she could say anything else, the waiter approached with their breakfast. Sam Sat back and she did the same. They had both ordered waffles since, after all, they were in Belgium. Looking down at the beautiful plate, she felt her stomach growl and heard Sam speak to the waiter in French.
After he left, she asked, “What were you two talking about?”
“I asked for an order of scrambled eggs and sausages because this isn’t going to be enough.” He looked around and then bent his head forward. “I have this hot girlfriend who I have to keep satisfied and I need my fuel.”
“I hope you ordered enough for me as well because I have a naughty boyfriend who likes to do the dirtiest things to me and I can’t seem to refuse him, so I have to make sure to have enough energy too.”
“Lucky bastard,” he said as he sat up.
She watched him lift his glass of juice and drain it and she did the same. “What are you doing today?”
“Owen and I are meeting at the embassy in a couple of hours and we’re going to continue to review the files the agents have put together.”
She cut into her waffles and then took a bite and moaned. The crispy exterior hid a soft sweet dough that melted the moment it hit her tongue and, as she looked up, she saw Sam's eyes darken. Pointing her fork at his plate, she said, “Eat up because you don’t want to disappoint that girlfriend of yours.”
He let out a loud laugh and dug into his meal and she did the same. The sun warmed her shoulders and made the cool fall temperature a perfect counterpoint. Thinking about her day, she hoped she would have a chance to dig into the accounts that Grif had discovered belonged to Vazov.
After they were done eating, Sam moved over and sat next to her and they held hands as they drank their coffee. “Do you think Judit thinks we’ve abandoned her?”
“No, her tail was wagging when I left and I’m guessing your parents are giving her all kinds of attention.”
“You’re right, she hasn’t been with us long enough to know the difference.”
“I had a nice visit with your mom while she made me lunch and she told me a little about Shayla.”
A familiar stab of pain sunk into her heart at the mention of her college friend and she wished that Sam had not brought it up in this beautiful setting. “And how did she come up in conversation?”
Moving closer, he kissed her head. “I wanted to understand your why and, since you’re not all that forthcoming, I decided to see if your mom could help me out. I know this thing you have for taking Vazov down is rooted in more than just wanting to see a Russian mobster find his penance.”
“And what did my mother tell you?”
“She told me you lost a close friend in college who had gotten hooked on drugs and then fell into prostitution. I’m connecting the dots and think that’s why you can’t ignore what you know about Vazov’s operation.”
“You would be correct,” she replied quietly. “Shayla and I were roommates freshman year at Carnegie Mellon and she was as different from me as could be. She had dark red hair and reminded me of a fairy. She was fun and vibrant and flitted from one interest to another. Unfortunately, the one that caught her attention was a boy with a deadly habit. By the end of freshman year, she was partying more than she was attending class and had been put on academic probation. I, along with several other friends, implored her to drop the guy who was leading her deeper and deeper into addiction, and nothing got through.”
“What happened?”
“Shayla went home for the summer and her parents put her in rehab and she got cleaned up and came back to school for sophomore year. She was different, though, wary, darker, and depressed like a cloud was hanging overhead. As much as I hated seeing her that way, I thought it was better than her partying and ending up dead. Unfortunately, the boy who’d she fallen for reappeared and she couldn’t resist. It didn’t take long for her to take up her old habits and, regrettably, she added a new one, and that was heroin.”
“I know this has a tragic ending.”
“The very worst kind. Shayla dropped out of school, her parents cut her off, and she took to prostitution to support her habit. I tried to intervene and get her into rehab, but the man who was pimping her threatened to kill her if I didn’t stay away. Not knowing what to do, I made one last desperate call to her parents and, by the time they got to her, she was dead from an overdose.”
“What happened to the boy who led her down the path?”
“I’m not sure; he could be dead for all I know. He left school about the same time Shayla dropped out.” Lifting her glass of water, she drank down half of it and then stared at the bees buzzing next to the flowers. “When I was digging up all that intel last spring, I came across a bunch of pictures of women who were being trafficked and sold and the look in their eyes reminded me so much of Shayla. Except they didn’t go down the path willingly; they’d been promised a new life and, instead, were shot full of drugs until they were hooked and then sold into prostitution. I can’t pretend like I don’t know what’s happening and not try to do something about it.”
“I know, Lucky, and I admire the hell out you for not giving up. It makes me uncomfortable as shit to have you anywhere near these monsters, but I know telling you to stop isn’t going to work.”
“I can’t let go until I know I’ve done everything I can and, believe me, I know that taking down one man may not make much of a difference.”
“If I thought that, then I’d never go to work. My career is defined by taking one person down after another, and if I didn’t think it made a difference, then I wouldn’t be able to get up every day and try again.”
“So, you don’t think I’m some Don Quixote waving at windmills?”
“Oh, you’re waving at windmills, but fortunately, you have enough backup to make sure you hit a few.”
“Speaking of backup, I wonder why Grif hasn’t texted me yet this morning.”
“Did he go out last night after work?”
“Yes, he knows a bunch of people and they invited him out for dinner and drinks.” As she pulled her phone out of her purse, it vibrated, and she saw a text. “He’s coming down in thirty minutes.”
“Must’ve had a good time.”
“He usually does,” she replied.
“We didn’t talk about the progress that either of us had made, so we should
do that before we part ways for the day.”
“Let’s go into the drawing room, and I’ll fill you in.”
“Lead the way, my love.”
She watched him stand and when she put her hand in his, a smug smile filled with satisfaction crossed his mouth. Deciding not to call him on it, she grabbed her bag and walked into the hotel, all the while thinking of his flippant use of the word love.
They were settled into one of the cozy couches in the drawing room and Lucky was fascinated with all the frames filled with butterflies because they were both beautiful and creepy. Pulling her tablet out of her bag, she turned it on and brought up the folders that Grif had sent her. “Vazov is a customer of the bank and Grif recognized him when he came in for a meeting with the owner.”
“And did Grif see his image from the dossier that you’ve compiled?”
“Yes, he’s known about my little obsession from the beginning, so when he heard an argument between Mr. Wouter and Vazov, he took note and sent me the text. It turns out the banker might not know what he got himself into because he asked Grif to flag all the transactions that flow through the accounts the shell companies have.”
“Holy shit, Lucky.”
“I know, the serendipitous nature of the discovery makes me believe that God is working in favor of good.”
“This kind of break could very well be the linchpin to the whole case.”
Sitting back, she lifted a strand of hair and started twisting it. “Don’t get too excited yet because I haven’t had a chance to do anything with the information. As far as Wouter is concerned, I’m there to expedite the completion of securing the network. Neither of us knows if he’s complicit, so we don’t want to do anything that will make him suspicious.”
“I want you to be extremely cautious and if you pick up a whiff of danger, you exfill immediately. I want this as badly as anyone, but I will not have you in danger.”
“I know, Sammy. Don’t you worry.”
“That’s impossible.”
“When I do have my chance, I’ll mimic what was done to my client. I’ll drop in a Trojan horse which is essentially malware with a payload. What that will allow me to access is anything from personal information like passwords, account information, or the IP address of any computer that accesses the account. I’m essentially opening a backdoor that will permit me to contact the controller and take over. Once I’m in, I can connect to any other devices that use the same network and roam around until I find what I want.”
