Debt of Honor: A Rough Romance, page 9
What was I talking about? My experience had been with two men and in truth, I’d call them boys given their levels of maturity. But Cobra was a man in every sense of the word. Completely masculine. Totally in control.
I closed my eyes, allowing the incredible sensations to sweep through every cell and muscle, every drag of his tongue along my slickened pussy pulling me closer to a moment of sweet nirvana.
“I could eat you for days,” he muttered before pressing kisses on the tender section of my inner thigh. When he raked his teeth down the same spot, I shuddered violently.
“Please do.”
As he continued, his actions became rougher, driving his tongue as deep inside as possible, I fell into a haze. He had no idea what he was doing to me. I dug my fingers into his shoulder, holding on for dear life. There was no doubt I’d tumble off his lap if he wasn’t holding me so tightly.
Cobra continued to tease me as I’d done to him, yanking me almost to the breaking point then pulling back, sucking on my clit as he kneaded my aching bottom. The combination was explosive, pushing me past the breaking point.
“I’m going to come,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper.
“Not yet.”
Who the hell did he think he was? I struggled, trying to hold onto the moment, willing myself to allow the pressure to build, but after a few seconds there was nothing I could do. “Oh, lord. Oh. Oh!” My scream floated toward the ceiling, my body jerking as the orgasm rolled through me. Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my heart in my throat. He managed to pull me even closer, burying his face in my wetness.
Every growl, every guttural sound only added to the fire consuming both of us. The man was feasting, unable to get enough to quench his thirst. A single climax smashed into a second, this one even more powerful. Lightheaded, I lolled my head, blinking several times. My tissue was so sensitive, tingling enough my legs refused to stop shaking.
“Yes… I just…” I couldn’t finish my sentence, uncertain if I remained standing. When he rubbed his mouth on one side of my leg then the other, I sensed he was growing even more impatient.
“Now I fuck you. And princess, I’m claiming every hole.”
The thought was as riveting as it was terrifying. He yanked me down, positioning the tip of his cock in exactly the right place. As his shaft slipped inside, my muscles immediately clamping around the delicious invasion, I could no longer think any rational thoughts. I tossed my arms around his shoulders, trying to focus on his gorgeous eyes. I could tell his were dilated, his desire turning him into a predatory animal.
He yanked me up and down as I bucked hard against him, my breath skipping. After jutting his hips up several times, he cupped both breasts, squeezing then pinching my nipples between his fingers. I almost lost it once again, another round of ecstasy and agony liberating the wild girl inside of me. I moved up and down, taunting him relentlessly as I held my stance with only the tip inside.
His expression was carnal, the look in his eyes reminding me of a beast hungry for its prey. I could do this for hours, indulging in a true forbidden sin, but what did it matter? After this we’d never see each other again.
But a girl could dream. At least he would remain part of my darkest fantasies for years to come.
He smacked my bottom several times as he lowered his head, replacing his fingers with his mouth, sucking and biting down on my nipple. This was what pure ecstasy was like. After only a couple of minutes, another raging orgasm became a firestorm. I knew I’d screamed, although there was barely any sound. Now I rode him like a bucking mare, the force enough I thought for certain I’d tip us onto the floor.
But he held me fast, his fingers digging into my skin. I didn’t care if he caused bruises. I craved wearing his marks. That shocked but enflamed my desires even more. I sensed he was losing control. When I squeezed my pussy muscles, pinching my knees against him, he issued a low-slung growl.
“You will never be in control.”
As if to prove his point, he lifted me off the chair, taking two strides toward the rug in front of the fire, forcing me onto all fours. Then he smacked my bottom several more times before pushing my legs together, lifting one knee and placing his foot beside me while he straddled me with the other.
“I’m going to enjoy taking your tight little asshole.”
Gasping, I threw my head over my shoulder, blinking furiously. There was nothing I could say. He drove back into my pussy, thrusting hard and fast, slickening his thick cock. When he pulled out, I released a string of moans, clawing the rug. He eased his cockhead to my dark hole, giving me a dominating look before pressing it just inside.
My body tensed, the filthy act something I’d always wanted to try. I sucked in my breath, waiting for the blast of pain, but the discomfort was mild. Until he hit my tight ring of muscle. He hesitated, his cock throbbing against my muscles.
“So huge. You’re so fucking large.”
“Breathe. This will feel so damn good.”
The sound of his deep voice continued to enthrall me, keeping me on the plateau of nirvana. He wrapped his hand around my hair, keeping me in place as he thrust the remainder inside.
The explosion of sensations was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Vibrant flashes of colorful light sparkled in my periphery of vision as the discomfort shifted to pain then erupted into unimaginable pleasure.
“Oh. My. God.” There were no other words to describe the moment, the vibrations and the sweet ecstasy. As he pulled out, plunging into me again, I concentrated on the sound of skin slapping against skin. Then he began a hard rhythm, driving fast and steady, slapping my bottom several times.
I kept my eyes closed, indulging in the pleasure, feeling more like an animal in heat than anything else. My entire body was shaking, my breasts aching I was so aroused. When he eased his hand around my leg, flicking a fingertip against my clit, I began meeting every brutal thrust.
He continued fucking me long and hard, alternating between keeping my bottom heated with his palm and fingering my clit. I was about ready to lose my mind when I knew there was no chance he could hold back any longer. His actions even rougher than before, his body started shaking seconds before he erupted deep inside.
“Fuck. Yes!”
Moments later he collapsed around me, pushing us both to the rug, holding me tightly against him. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, thudding erratically. As the fire crackled, the heat of our bodies like a soft, warm blanket, I closed my eyes, pulling his arm tightly around me. The man was… everything I couldn’t have but… exactly… what I…
Jagger
I knew the moment she’d fallen asleep by the way her body relaxed, her breathing even. The feel of her cradled against me was incredible, yet I couldn’t help but think about how wrong this was. Dangerous. I couldn’t effectively keep her safe while caring about her. I had to remain alert at all times, not thinking about the next time I’d be able to drive my cock into her sweet pussy.
In all the years, every single scenario where a soldier had cared for someone had come to a tragic end. My experience had been no different, although my break from protocol had been relatively brief in comparison to others. That didn’t mean it was any less painful. The woman had been considered forbidden even though we worked for the same government, but we’d met under circumstances where that hadn’t mattered. Now I wished it had. I’d gotten her killed.
Losing her was the first time I’d questioned my loyalty to the Marines, going on an alcoholic binge for over a week until one of my buddies had literally kicked my ass after I’d made a costly mistake. I’d risked his life where he’d always protected mine.
I’d sworn off any sexual involvements, making a pledge to myself and my buddies. I’d never broken that oath after that day. Not once. There hadn’t been a single temptation that had meant shit to me.
Until Isabella.
I still couldn’t process why I was so drawn to her other than her life hadn’t been so dissimilar from mine. Her homelife had been about beautiful possessions, money and clothes, vacations and the finest education, but it was also just as broken as mine. Maybe I’d sensed it in her even through a photograph. Whatever the case, the line I’d drawn would be almost impossible to retract.
What the hell was I going to do?
After a few seconds of wallowing in my own ridiculous moment of self-pity, I kissed her on the shoulder before easing to my feet. She moaned, her eyelids flickering open once, but thankfully the exhaustion had settled in. I headed for one of the closets, grabbing a blanket. Then I moved to the couch, sitting down on the edge and pouring a full damn glass. I was still wired, more on edge than I’d ever been. While my choice for a safehouse had been easy, I was beginning to doubt it was a good idea.
Still, we’d lay low for a couple of days. Then I’d check in to see if the damn suits had made any headway in catching the bastards. If not, perhaps I’d be forced to take more drastic measures. There was a single location out of the country that I could go, the person owning the property trustworthy. Making contact would be necessary. But I wouldn’t risk it here, which meant I’d be forced to go into town.
As I shifted the drink back and forth in my hands, I wondered if I could trust her long enough to leave for an hour. At some point she would need to get with the damn program. I rolled the glass across my forehead, smiling, the taste of her remaining in my mouth. She was a hellion, but I adored her spunk, even if it could be the single factor that got us both killed.
The edge I kept myself on during any mission had already reared its venomous head. I remembered I’d yet to hide the Mustang in the shed, something I should have done minutes after our arrival. I dressed quickly, constantly taking glances in her direction. I’d return her to the bedroom after I came back inside. After grabbing the keys and my weapon, I headed outside.
A deep chill had already settled onto the landscaping, the night likely frosty. In the mountains, winter arrived early. I’d been looking forward to using the cabin as my home base through the winter months. Maybe I could return after the mission had been completed. The thought made me snort. If I was still alive.
The brusque wind sent a shiver coursing through my veins. As I scanned the perimeter, I couldn’t shake the feeling we’d already been found. While that was impossible, my heightened instinct was a good reminder that I had to remain alert. I unlocked the car, moving inside and quickly starting the engine. Then I headed toward the dilapidated garden shed. The only thing I’d altered was replacing the window as well as the lock on the door.
After rolling it inside and exiting, I took several deep breaths. The weird sensations remained strong, as if someone had been here in my absence. I took the time to walk around the perimeter, listening for any odd noises. Other than the wind flowing through the trees, there was nothing that would indicate danger. But I would remain vigilant.
I’d do a better check in the morning. As I moved onto the porch, I tried to piece together why I’d been selected. While my skills and training were consistent with what the higher-ranking members of Eagle Force were looking for, my lack of discipline should have raised enough red flags. Then it hit me. They wanted soldiers who were expendable. I’d bet my life on it. I didn’t know a damn thing about the other two men involved, but I’d bet very few people would miss them if they disappeared.
Fuck.
My anger swelled to an almost uncontrollable level. I’d accepted the answers I’d been given, a small part of me excited that I’d be allowed to return to active duty. But this was something else altogether.
I stood unmoving on the porch, my finger positioned on the trigger, various questions tearing through my mind. What was Isabella’s life really worth? More than a million. I couldn’t give a shit about the money, the soldier inside of me believing she was being used as a pawn in a very dangerous game.
One of power.
Greed.
And that pissed me off more than anything.
I went back inside, locking the door then remaining by the window for at least ten minutes. Then I made a silent promise to the woman who’d awakened a dead man. I’d protect her with my life. And anyone who dared attempt to take her life would face the kind of firestorm they’d never known existed.
Satisfied there was no one lurking just beyond the security perimeter, I slid the Glock behind my back under the waistband of my jeans. As I moved closer to the fire, I took several scattered breaths.
Isabella was so damn innocent.
She also had no idea that in a short period of time, she’d become important to a man who had no business tearing apart her life.
A mistake had been made.
I’d tasted the forbidden.
Now I would never be able to let her go.
I gathered her into my arms, surprised when she opened her eyes briefly. While they weren’t focused, she placed her hand against my chest, murmuring words I couldn’t understand. As I carried her upstairs, she returned to a peaceful sleep.
I’d never allowed myself to get this close to a single woman. I’d known her all of twenty-four hours, yet I felt closer to her than I had almost anyone else in my life.
That had to stop one way or the other.
Keep telling yourself you can.
I eased her onto the bed, gently placing the covers over her naked body. She shifted almost immediately, smiling in her sleep. I stood over her for a few seconds then moved to the chair in the corner, sitting on the edge. My instinct continued to tell me that I didn’t know all the pieces of the puzzle. That prevented me from doing my job at one hundred percent. If I was allowed to handle the mission in any way necessary to protect the mark, then that could mean moving further off the grid.
The Russians had already proven to be a formidable enemy. This location was too remote, too easy to surround. I’d finalize the plans in the morning after talking with my buddy.
If he was still alive.
The former soldier was even more careless in his actions than Sleeping Beauty.
I pulled the Glock into my hand and leaned back, listening to the wind rustling through the trees, limbs tapping against the glass. Exhaustion was also my enemy, sleep deprivation allowing the demons a method of sliding past my defenses. I had to try to stay awake. Somehow. I thought about her antics, able to chuckle. She wasn’t just a handful, she was a lioness stuck in a small cage, determined to break free.
I kept my hand on my weapon, taking several deep breaths, thoughts and images rolling through my mind. Protection. That was all I needed to think about.
“Speak English, you fucking sons of bitches!” My voice was no longer recognizable, my throat bone dry. I tried to create spit in order to swallow, but there was nothing left inside. I glared at the small opening in the cage, the hole where they tossed scraps of food and dirty water on rare occasions. They also used the fucking space to torment me with spears and electric prods, laughing every time they heard me scream.
The two bastards continued talking, ignoring my insult. They couldn’t care less. I slunk into the darkness, the limited light allowing me to see the collection I’d built. In their desire to torture me, they’d been stupid enough to leave the pieces of wood I’d had the strength enough to yank from their hands.
It was almost time. Soon, I’d be able to claw my way out of this fucking hole and when I did, they would learn the true meaning of the word devil.
I threw my arms back as I lifted my head, issuing a deep roar. Let them think I was weak. By this time in a few days, they would all be dead.
Isabella
The sleeping giant.
I’d awakened to find him in the chair only a few feet from the bed, his hand still grasping his weapon. He seemed at peace, but I knew that with a single sound, he’d react as the soldier he’d been trained to become. Hard. Brutal. Cold.
Yet I’d seen the man inside, a brief glimpse that allowed me to catch a moment of his pain, anguish that had everything yet nothing to do with the scars on his body. I had placed my trust in him, at least most of it, and I’d felt freer than I had my entire life.
After dressing as quietly as possible, I’d padded downstairs, finding coffee. Now I stood staring out the front window, the frost from the night before glistening on the remaining leaves. It was certainly peaceful here, a reminder that tranquility did exist. I’d never been completely alone my entire life, or at least what I could remember. There was always someone waiting, watching.
But I’d never felt protected until now. I knew it was Cobra’s job, the sex only an emotional escape for both of us, but I sensed a deeper connection even after our brief time together. I was no fool. A man like him wasn’t capable of anything more than physical attraction and I certainly had nothing to offer at this point in my life, but it seemed that two fractured souls had found each other in a sea of disbelief and despair, the chemical tether providing the basis for the bond.
Maybe I was overthinking it, but he’d managed to give me strength. Willpower. I laughed softly as I headed up the stairs, two steaming cups of java in my hands. Maybe a little kindness would go a long way. I doubted he’d had anyone to take care of him for years. As I moved into the room, I was surprised to see he was still sleeping. Then the moment I stepped on a single board, the slight crack was enough to rouse the soldier.
He jerked up, his weapon immediately pointed in my direction, his breathing ragged.
Frozen, I smiled, lifting one of the cups. “I thought you’d like some coffee.”
His entire face tightened, his jaw clenching as he lowered the gun. “Be careful sneaking up on a sleeping bear, princess.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m dangerous.”
