“I need you, Marcus. I need you to fuck me.”
Lowering his head, his mouth covered over hers. The scorching kiss was sensual and sexy, with slow tugs and licks. Her hands floated to the buttons on his jeans.
His hips tilted so she could pop open each button. Rolling to the side, Marcus ripped off his shirt. He pulled open the drawer in the nightstand and hunted around for a condom. She scooted up the bed and took the gold packet from his hand.
“Let me do it.” She knelt before him, dizzy with need.
He nodded and sat back on his hands with his throbbing hardness on show. She tore open the packet with her teeth and removed the round rubber.
With tentative movements, she placed it on top of the satiny head. A contented gust of air released from his mouth and he studied her delicate fingers as they rolled it down his long shaft.
“What are you going to do now, beautiful?” he asked in a low rasp.
Her lips quirked. Nerves flurried in her belly. “I need you to take control.”
Pressing a finger to her lips, his eyes flashed. “Whatever you want.”
He pushed her shoulders, shoving her back to the mattress while he twisted on to his knees. Prowling across her body, she trembled beneath him.
Their eyes locked and an eager moan left her lips. The tip of his sheathed cock pressed her entrance. He muttered into her neck,
“You need me to take control, don’t you, beautiful? You like it when I fuck you hard.”
Her pulse thrummed against his wicked lips, with nails biting into his smooth flesh.
“Yes.” A subtle groan escalated from her chest and rippled in her throat.
Her insides clamped around him tightly. It felt so damn good.
Each deliberate thrust chased his long seductive kisses that clung to her lips. Her legs wrapped his hips and his hand slotted under her buttocks, tiling her higher, penetrating her deeper.
This man made her body liquefy to molten desire, his touch burned into her wanton flesh, but it was the stormy emotion in his eyes that Lana couldn’t decipher. She fell inside the intense dangerous gaze, taking her completely off guard.
Her limbs quaked and the spasms shuddered through her core. Marcus dropped his forehead to hers and gripped the flesh of her buttocks as he released. His warm mouth pressed the tip of her nose as he hovered over her used body.
“I missed you, beautiful,” he added before settling on the bed beside her.
Lana curled up against his side with her ear resting on his heart. “Hmmmm,” she purred. “I love the sound of your powerful steady heartbeat.”
He twisted the lengths of her hair through his fingers. With one tug of the sheet, he covered her body with warmth and her eyelids fluttered shut.
13
Marcus waited until he was certain Lana was in a deep sleep.
He had trouble on his mind. It weighed down his shoulders like the ugliest motherfucker of hatred. Revenge was waiting to be dished out, McGrath style, and he needed to lay plans for retribution with the actual devil himself.
He hadn’t always been the suave business man kitted out in tailored suits, with surplus cash to splash and business investments all over the world. Life before success was a rough ride, and even though it threw him more jabs and kicks than most, he had quickly learned how to survive.
Not only did he rise from the underworld, but he garnered loyal support from all walks of life. Carl Reed wasn’t the only guy with cockroaches buried in his contacts list.
Marcus sought inside help and Malachi Kennedy, an old friend and mad man, who was his golden ticket. A twinge of guilt squeezed in his chest.
He didn’t want to keep secrets from Lana, but she didn’t need to know that Carl Reed would more than likely get out of jail without sentencing, and that Marcus was planning justice.
Carl would wish he’d never met her.
He would pray he’d never looked at her.
