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Lucian would wire a bomb to this man’s chest and watch him explode in the front yard. “I do. Not only would he kill you…but he wouldn’t be happy with me either.”

His eyes narrowed. “Would he hurt you?”

“I don’t know. He’s not usually violent with me, but he’s a very violent man.”

“Not usually?” he asked, acid in his tone.

I didn’t want to spend the evening being pissed off at my husband. I wanted a night of intense passion, intense fucking, and intense memories I could touch myself to later. “Anyway…it’s just tonight.”

He drank from his glass and swallowed the last of the contents. “My place is just down the street. Do you want to finish your drink first?”

I brought the glass to my lips and downed the whole thing in ten seconds. “Finished. Let’s go.”

 

  

He lived in a building a few blocks away. It was four stories tall, but the base was surrounded by tall iron gates that made it impossible to step foot on the premises. Lush landscape blocked the front of the building from view. There was only one entrance, and he typed a code into the keypad before the gate opened and allowed us inside.

There were men with guns stationed around the perimeter—at least twenty of them. All of them carried heavy rifles and wore bulletproof vests. I didn’t say a word as I walked beside him since we could easily be overheard.

We stepped inside, got into the elevator, and rose to the top.

“Why are all those guards outside?”

“To protect me.” He hadn’t touched me during the walk or the elevator ride. He didn’t touch me at the bar either. Until we were completely barricaded behind closed doors, he didn’t seem interested in showing affection.

“Why?”

The doors opened, and he stepped inside a luxurious apartment, a large living room with a staircase that went to the other floors. It was decorated in masculine tones, and there was a big TV on the wall. “I told you I’m a powerful man.” When the elevator doors shut, he was on me. He moved into me, grabbed me by the back of the hair, and then kissed me as he pushed on my lower back to bring me flush against him.

My desire had been disturbed by all the men and guns outside, but once his kiss overtook my lips, I stopped thinking about it. I felt that masculine embrace, a man claiming a woman, and my body melted like butter. I wanted all the things I used to have before Lucian came along. I wanted all the things I took for granted before I’d made that mistake. Balto was the sexiest man in the world, the sexiest man I’d ever been with, and I wanted him to take me how a real man took a woman.

He lifted me and carried me down the hallway as he continued our kiss. It was dominant, seizing all the control without being overbearing. He sucked my bottom lip, gave me his tongue, and then breathed a sexy breath right into my lungs.

My hands were in his hair as I kissed him like this was my last night alive. This was my chance to fulfill myself, to experience something exciting other than the dull existence I had with Lucian. This man would fuck me good, give me sex better than the fantasies I had in my dreams.

He rolled me onto the bed as he moved with me, his hand still in my hair.

My hands pressed against his chest, and my palms flattened like I was touching a concrete wall. He was hard, flat, and so solid. I moaned into his mouth and yanked his shirt over his head.

He looked even better than he felt. He was muscular and ripped, with large pectorals and hard-as-steel abs. My hands started at the planes of his pecs and slowly migrated down to the riverbeds between his abs. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” I gripped the back of his neck and kissed his chest, tasting his skin and worshiping him for his chiseled perfection. “Jesus…” I unbuttoned his jeans because my patience level had dropped to zero. “Fuck me, please.”

He pushed his jeans down along with his boxers, revealing a dick so thick and so long I did a double take.

I stared at it like a woman who’d never seen a dick in her life. “Holy hell.”

“You still want me to fuck you?” He kicked his bottoms away then rested on the balls of his feet.

“More than anything.”

“Good. Because nothing is gonna stop me now.” He pushed my dress to my waist then gripped the seamless black thong I wore underneath. He slowly pulled it down, moving it over my smooth and hairless legs until he reached my ankles. He noticed the inside of my panties, spotting the shiny contents my pussy had produced the second I heard his voice over the phone. He smeared his thumb against the inside, getting the stickiness on his fingers.

I was too aroused to be embarrassed.

He smelled his fingers as he looked at me, those blue eyes throbbing with desire and adrenaline. “Yes, you do want to fuck me.” His cock twitched against his stomach as he said those words. Then he smeared my arousal across the head of his dick.

I squeezed my thighs together to fight the overwhelming desire between my legs. I was so turned on, it actually hurt. I rubbed the insides of my thighs together and felt my own arousal smear everywhere.

He grabbed my dress next and pulled it over my head, revealing my completely naked body. “Jesus Fucking Christ.” His hand moved into the back of my hair, and he held his head above my tits. He moved his face between them and took a deep breath, smelling me the way he’d smelled my arousal. Then he started to kiss me, to suck the skin of my tit into his mouth before he blew his breath across my nipple.

My legs wrapped around his hips, and I arched my back in pleasure, pressing my tits farther into his face. He hadn’t even started to fuck me yet, and it was the best sex I’d ever had. I could feel his enormous dick right against me, so thick and long. It throbbed against my clit and became coated by my leaking slit.

He sucked each of my nipples into his mouth aggressively then licked the valley between my tits. “Fuck…these tits.” He squeezed one in his palm while he sucked the other. He kissed each one everywhere, making sure every inch of skin was cherished by his mouth.

I was going to come before he was even inside me.

His kisses moved down over my stomach, caressing my rib cage as well as my belly button.

My hands fisted his hair, and I closed my eyes as he kept moving farther and farther down. My hands pushed on him slightly in reflex, telling him I wanted exactly what he was going to give me.

And then I felt his kiss in my most tender place. I felt his tongue circle my clit, felt his warm breath slide over my wet skin.

Fuck, he ate pussy like a boss.

He sucked my clit hard into his mouth and gave it a playful bite with his teeth. He turned aggressive, kissing my pussy with the same passion he’d shown my mouth.

My hips started to buck because I felt the climax approaching just over the horizon.

He pulled his mouth away. “No.”

I lost my breath because I could feel the throbbing goodness between my legs, but it wasn’t quite there. I just needed a little more to explode, to fall into oblivion. “Balto…” I dug my nails into his chest and growled.

“You’re coming around my dick.”

I yanked on his hips. “Then fuck me already.”

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped into it, and then rolled it onto his enormous length.

I couldn’t wait to get that fat dick inside me. I’d never been with a man so big, and I knew it would make my toes curl. The second he was inside me, I would probably come so damn hard.