“It’s okay,” I whisper, feeling my eyes burn with tears, my bodyreflexively tightening around Damian as he slides forward another inch, slowly burying himself inside of me. A groan tears from his lips, his body trembling with the effort to go slow, with pleasure and pain and rage and everything that makes the air between us feel almost too thick to even breathe.
And then, just as I feel him sink into me fully, his hips meeting mine as he holds my gaze, the light goes out, and the room goes dark.
19
DAMIAN
Ifeel like I’m close to losing my fucking mind.
Nothing has ever felt as good as Sienna wrapped around me, hot and tight—sofucking tight, strangling my cock to the point that it almost hurtsme, and yet it feels so fucking good. She’s not as wet as she could be, not as wet as she’s been in the past for my fingers and my tongue, but somehow, despite all of this, she is still aroused. As ready for me as she could possibly be, under the circumstances.
It’s proof that she wants me. Proof that this hasn’t all just been her desperation to keep the protection I offered her. But I don’t know what to do with that knowledge right now. I don’t have space for it with everything else crowding into my mind.
My entire self, every cell, feels as if it’s roiling with hate and rage and pain, with the knowledge of what I’m being forced to do, what’s been taken from Sienna and me. The first time I’ve ever felt my wife wrapped around me, the first time I ever slid into her wet heat, took her forminecompletely, was like this.
Forced. Watched. A fuckingtest.
Giovanni says he’s going to let us go to avoid a war, but when I get back to Konstantin…
I’m going to come back to this place and slaughter them all.
I feel like my mind is cracking open, struggling to contain it all—the rage, the hungry, bloodthirsty desire to kill every man in this room, and the impossible pleasure of Sienna under me, the sight of her wide green eyes locked on mine, her lips parted as she breathes quick and fast, andGod, her fucking heat sheathing every inch of my cock…
It takes everything in me to go slow. My muscles are wound tight, the primal part of my mind screaming at me to take all of my frustration and rage out on the sweet, tender body beneath me, to fuck my way to a release that I’ve needed desperately since the moment I met her. But I’d break her, if I did.
Four years. In the back of my mind, I know it means something, but all I can grasp at this moment is that it means that I need to go slow. To open her up to me as carefully as I can, in this situation where I have so little control, where Giovanni expects a show, not tender lovemaking. If we were at home, I’d make her come over and over with my fingers and tongue until she was soft and malleable and dripping, so relaxed that I could take her inch by inch without causing her pain. But her body is wringing itself so tightly around me that I can barely get into her, and in a way, it’s a good thing. It keeps me from giving in to the need to fuck her as hard and fast as my mind is screaming for me to.
The pleasure is overwhelming. Nothing has ever felt so good. And as I sink to the hilt in her, my hips meeting hers, my balls drawn up tight to my shaft as I fight the urge to come, guilt bleeding through every part of me at the fact that I’m so painfully aroused despite the circumstances, I hold myself there for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to the size of my cock inside of her.
And then, just as I’m about to move, to give myself the friction I so desperately need, the room is plunged into darkness.
I freeze, still buried inside of Sienna, my hands moving to brace on either side of her, protecting her with my body. And then, there’s a crackle and flicker of electricity, and the room is bathed in red light as a backup source comes to life.
A second later, I hear the pounding of boots, and gunshots—a lot of them.
Relief pours through me as I snap into action.Konstantin. It must be. All around the room, I can hear Russo and his men springing into action, hear the cries and shouts andthudof boots andcrackof more shots.
“What the fuck!” I hear Giovanni growl from the other side of the room, his voice muffled at the end by the sound of automatic weapons firing throughout the building. A savage satisfaction spreads through me as I tear myself away from Sienna, grabbing her with one arm to pull her off of the table and close to my body as I shove my still-erect cock back into my pants and fix my clothing.
The emergency lighting flickers on and off, dark and then red again, and I go for the guard nearest me, shoving Sienna behind me. My arm goes around his throat, yanking him back against me as I jerk his head to one side, a sickeningcrunchfilling the air for a split second as I break his neck.
When he drops to the floor, his weapon is in my hand. I turn to look at Sienna, who is frozen wide-eyed behind me, her chest heaving. “Stay down,” I order her. “Stay behind me.”
Another guard raises his weapon, but I’m faster. The gunshot is impossibly loud in the enclosed space, and the guard drops like a stone.
"You fucking—" Giovanni starts, but I cut him off with a hard punch to the jaw that sends the older man sprawling.
"That's for touching my wife," I snarl, looming over him. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see another guard aiming at me, and I shoot to the side, dropping him as I glare down at Russo. “The only reason I’m not killing you now is because I want to do it slow. And I need to get mywifeto safety.”
The gunfire outside of the room is getting closer now. I can hear Konstantin shouting commands, likely cutting down Russo’s men faster than they can regroup.
I knew he would find us. I’m just glad it wasn’t too late.
Too late for what?Sienna is alive, and so am I, and there’s a good chance we’ll get out of here that way. But something was lost tonight, something that can’t be gotten back, and the weight of it feels like a stone in my chest.
“We need to move.” I glance back at her quickly. “This place is a war zone. I need to get you out of here.”
Sienna nods, her face pale in the flickering red light. “What about him?” she breathes, looking at Giovanni, who has rolled onto his side and is spitting out blood onto the concrete floor.
