Page 58 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
I want to change that.
I want to see this woman, so full of fire and passion, fight for her own life. Maybe if I give her a reason to trust me, she'll at least have that.
Grabbing Talia by the hair, I keep a firm grip and push her into the heavy wooden cross, slamming her back against the wood. She groans, but she doesn't fight me as I release her and start to tie her wrists to the wooden arms, one on each side, fully outstretched.
It's so sacrilegious that I know I'm going to hell.
And I don't care.
Using the long length of rope, I get Natalia bound to the cross and then tug, lifting her up by both arms so that her feet are just barely off the ground, putting her at the perfect height to fuck.
I step in close and push her knees apart, putting my cock at her opening and then thrusting deep into the molten liquid of her core. I'm only halfway in before Natalia screams, straining against her rope bounds and forcing me to slow.
"Relax," I whisper, the thick length of my shaft throbbing. I feel like I'm about to blow my load right now, this girl's so damn tight. Leaning in, I press my lips to her neck and breathe her in. Her skin smells so fucking good, like soap and flowers; I can't get enough.
When Natalia takes a breath and unclenches her muscles, I shove in the rest of the way, curling my fingers under her thighs and pumping my shaft in deep enough to hit the end of her. She's just barely long enough to take my whole length, so tight that she almost can't handle my girth.
I move slow at first, my muscles trembling and sweat pouring down my body. If I move any faster, this'll all be over, and I don't want it to be over. She looks like a goddamn saint up there on that cross, a goddess I want to worship.
No, I was never meant to play the part of a priest. This, though, this could be my religion.
Natalia's head leans back against the cross, her closed lids cracking open to stare at me as I drive into her over and over and over again.
"Faster, harder," she says, and my self-control shatters. Her muscles squeeze around me, trying to lock me down as I pump with fast and furious strokes, taking her so deep that she cries out and then screams, orgasming and showering my cock and balls with her juices.
Taking my right hand, I curl my fingers around her hair and jerk her head to one side, biting down on her shoulder as I finish with a few, last hard thrusts. The door to my bedroom swings open as I'm coming, crashing into the wall with the sound of crumbling plaster.
When I glance over my shoulder, I find Hawke and Arsen standing there.
Our fearless leader has his gun in his hands, his breathing labored, sweat dripping down the aquiline length of his nose. Arsen just leans against the wall like he doesn't give a shit and yet, they're both here. Go figure.
"We're just finishing up," I say, pausing and wondering if I should kiss Natalia.
But no.
Not just yet.
Instead our eyes meet, and I can tell she knows this is just the beginning of all the things I want to do to her.
I slide out of her and step back, fixing my pants and staring at the length of her pale, white body bathed in stripes of moonlight, naked and hanging from a cross.
"My turn next," Arsen purrs, stepping close, but I reach out and grab him around the throat, slamming him into the wall. He doesn't look scared, no, more like he wants to kill me later, but I just lock eyes with him and let him know how damn serious I am right now.
"When Natalia is with me, she's mine. Don't you dare fucking touch her." I shove Arsen out the door, and then exchange a look with Hawke. "This time, it wasn't an order," I whisper as he curls his lip at me, locks the safety on his gun, and then storms out of the room.
I close and lock the door behind him before moving back to Natalia. She looks like she's half-asleep in those rope bonds of hers, so I untie her, carry her over to the bed and then curl around her, like a beast watching over its mate.
God forbid a man tries to take her from me tonight.
After I'm done, there won't be much of him left.Chapter 16WESTONThere's so much more to this job than I'd originally thought. Yeah, I always knew taking down Konstantin Petrov was going to be rough and yes, I always knew we would take him down. How could we not, after he crashed one of our gigs with his crew, shot and killed Portia.
