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Firm, taut, and so fucking yummy. Trepidation stilled her movements, but she cast it aside. Nothing beat a fail like a try. Reaching for the body wash, she poured a generous amount in her palms and rubbed them together. The cloth dropped to the floor as she palmed his butt cheeks and sank her nails over the flesh.
Justice froze. “Myka.” No one could mistake the warning in his voice, but she chose to ignore it. She ran a soapy finger down his crack, rimmed his tight hole. He flinched, but his hips jerked.
Water pounded on her back and shoulders, her thighs burned from her position, but she ignored it. “I want to love you like this,” she murmured. “Let me.” She looked up at his bowed head as her finger circled him.
Tension rode the hard lines of his body. Myka waited, forgetting to breathe until his legs widened. “Do it.” The harsh words were torn from him, almost muffled by the sound of the shower.
She eased two fingers inside his ass, index and middle. The ringed entrance barely offered resistance against her soapy fingers. Justice groaned, long and deep. His head fell back, ass cheeks flexed repeatedly as the tight hole clamped down on her intrusive fingers. Heat, the likes of which she'd never experienced before, burned her fingers.
Myka hissed, the fingers of her free hand digging into his hip. She began to thrust back and forth into him, loving the feel of his muscles sucking her in, then fighting to push her out. The hand on his hip reached around to grab his cock and stroke. His hips rolled, as harsh sounds filled the bathroom. Her pants mixed with his grunts.
She pulled her fingers almost all the way out of him then rammed three in.
"Myka, fuck!” His knees buckled. She thumbed his cock, spreading slippery pre-cum all around the pulsing head. The muscles in his ass contracted painfully around the fingers caressing his prostate.
"Fuck, fuck!” He rode her thrusting fingers while grinding into her hands. Myka curved the fingers inside him and scalding liquid flooded her hand as he came with a roar. “Shit, shit, shit!” His shuddering body dislodged her fingers from his ass. She released his cock and sat on the floor of the shower, her chest heaving.
Justice whirled around and threw a hand out to steady himself. The look on his face scared the shit out of her. His eyes were narrowed and blazing, his nostrils flared, and that sensual mouth curled. “You are going to pay for that.” His shaking voice remained low, too low. “When I'm finished, you won't remember your fucking name."
Fear and anticipation raced through her blood stream and coalesced in her quaking pussy. She blinked water out of her eyes and smiled up at him. “Come and get me."
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Chapter Thirteen
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He scooped her off the floor of the shower with one hand and strode to the bedroom. Myka tried not to rub herself against him, or reach between her legs to douse the fire raging. She'd unleashed something. No idea what, but she liked it—the promise of payback in his onyx eyes, his arms were like smooth steel around her midsection.
Who knew all she had to do was finger fuck him?
Justice threw her on the bed. She bounced on her ass, her wet hair flying into her eyes. With one hand, she brushed her hair aside, the other she sank into the mattress. The powerful man at the foot of the bed bent at the waist, digging into the shopping bag he'd brought from the triple X store. He straightened with a hand behind his back.
"Justice, wait a min—"
"I'd suggest you not talk.” He climbed onto the bed and pushed her down as he sat astride her body. His heavy balls settled on her chest and his erect cock nestled between her breasts. “It only makes me want to spank you more."
She licked her lips and squirmed under him even though he hadn't yet put all his weight on her.
"Show me your hands,” he commanded.
A low simmer began in her lower tummy as she held both her hands up. He circled her wrists with one hand then brought the other from behind his back and held up his prize. Gold handcuffs. Her lips parted, gaze flew to his as he clicked the cuffs into place around her wrists.
Myka jerked away from him. “Justice, what are you—” Her mind rejected the idea, but her body welcomed it with puckered nipples and a flood of moisture.
He scrambled off her and grabbed her ankles. “What did I say about talking?” A sharp yank of her ankles made her inhale sharply. He pulled her down until her head was in the middle of the bed and her feet hung off the edge.
She still had no clue what his next move would be, but Myka held one sure thing close to her heart—Justice would never hurt her. Once she allowed herself to be reminded of that, she opened her mind to whatever he would do. Her body already accepted his actions.
Holding the red shopping bag, he got back on the bed and resumed his position astride her, laying the bag nearby. He wrapped his hand around her hair, jerking her forward. Myka moaned.
'Take me in your mouth,” he demanded. Like she'd refuse. His cock lay between her breasts, a tiny bubble of liquid pearl at the tip. She flicked her tongue out, slowly licking it off. Justice stiffened, his cock bobbed as if nodding its approval. Myka repeated her actions until he inched closer, then she opened her mouth and sucked him down her throat.
Justice growled as she hummed. Salty pre-cum slid down into her bloodstream as his pulsing hardness filled her mouth. He sank deeper with a thrust of his hips and she hollowed her cheeks, sucked in earnest. The fingers in her hair tightened, tugging to the point of pain. She reveled in it, a sign he wasn't so much in control.
Saliva ran down the corners of her mouth and dripped off her chin. Her hips rolled as her clit pulsed and her pussy contracted. Beneath her, sticky moisture pooled on the sheet. She could come from only his cock in her mouth. Myka used her tongue to probe the ridge at the underside of his velvet-smooth cock head.
"Ah, fuck!” He bucked. Her teeth grazed him and his essence dissolved on her tongue as he said harshly, “Do that again."
Myka obliged, raking her teeth down the bulging veins with exquisite slowness. He thrust faster and faster, using the hand in her hair to propel her head forward then pull her back and repeat the motion again. She moaned, spreading her legs wider as a buzzing began in her ears. Her hips lifted off the bed, undulated. She needed to be filled. Climax hovered just out of reach as the buzzing got louder.
Something cold and hard buzzed on her clit. Her eyes flew open and a scream gurgled in her throat, stifled by his cock. A vibrator. Justice was using a vibrator on her. She tried to draw away from his cock, but the hand in her hair held her still.
"No,” he rasped. Staring down at her, he removed the vibrator from her clit and held it up so she could see. About six to eight inches in length, the smooth sex toy was zebra-striped with a black base. “I'm going to fuck you with this,” he said. “Do you want me to?"
Eyes wide, clenched pussy melting, she nodded. He grinned—a baring of his teeth really—and twisted the base. From the loud buzzing, she could tell he'd turned it to the highest setting.
"That was a rhetorical question, Myka. It doesn't matter what you want right now."
She squeezed her eyes shut, swiping her tongue across the slit in his cock. He inhaled and brought the vibrator back to her clit. Her hips jerked, but the toy slid away. He dragged it down her moist cleft and pushed it into her.
"Ugh.” She spread her legs wider and rocked to get closer. Justice plunged it in once, twice then pulled it out. “Umm.” Her climax remained out of reach and he knew it. The bastard.
"What's that?” he whispered. “Put it back in?"
She opened her eyes, pleaded with a look.
"You know, I like this—my cock sliding in and out of your mouth, your eyes begging me to let you come.” He winked. “I could get used to this."
Myka narrowed her eyes, hoping he saw her promise of revenge while she bobbed on his cock. She took it deeper until the head bumped her windpipe.
He chuckled, a strained sound. “Yes, I know you want to kill me.” He
plunged the toy back into her cunt, hard enough to curl her toes and make her whimper. She pulled against the handcuffs though she couldn't escape, and used her teeth to scrape his cock head.
"Fuck!” He lifted his ass off her chest, plunging his cock deeper down her throat. She gagged, but relaxed her muscles and sucked him. His hips sped up, balls slapping against her chin. The hand holding the toy down below moved faster as well.
She rolled her hips on the vibrator, sending sweet heat spiraling through her veins. Her body shook uncontrollably from the inside out. Justice rammed his cock down her throat and fucked her mouth as she bobbed up and down. Then he stiffened and let out a roar. Her orgasm burst like a balloon, sending sparks flying behind her closed eyelids like confetti. Warm liquid filled her mouth and spilled out as Justice emptied himself down her throat.
Myka gulped, trying to swallow as much as she could. Her eyes opened when he removed the vibrator from her clenched core and rolled away from her.
"Are you okay?” He looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, concern etched on his face.
She licked her lips and smiled. “Couldn't be better."
"Good.” He jumped off the bed and dusted off his hands. Why, she had no idea. “We're not done."
Fuck!
Leaning over her, he took hold of her shoulders and rolled her until she was on her stomach. “Don't you move now.” He chuckled. “I'll be back."
Over her shoulder, she watched as he picked up the vibrator and walked into the bathroom. Myka wiggled her ass as she waited. What else did he have in mind? The red shopping bag sat next to her, but she couldn't use her hands to open it. What did he have in there? And did she really want to know? With a grunt, she dropped her head on her arms and waited.
"Spread your legs.” The curt command made her jump. Justice walked to the bed and dropped the toy next to her. He dug into the bag again and his hand emerged with a clear bottle. She made out the word lubrication before he upended the bottle and squeezed it onto her back.
The cold liquid almost sizzled on her skin. “Ah, shit.” She arched her back.
"Ass in the air.” He climbed up behind her on the bed.
She did as he ordered and the lube crawled a lazy trail down her back to drip into the crack of her ass. Myka hissed, her butt clenched. Fingers invaded her from both ends, two pushed into her ass, while he plunged three into her pussy.
"Oh, God. Justice.” She rolled her hips as her head fell back.
"It tastes like strawberries,” he whispered. “Want a taste?” The fingers in her pussy retreated. She glanced over her shoulder, watched as he sucked the fingers into his mouth one by one. When he finished, he thrust them back into her and she clenched around him. He pulled his hand out slowly, offering the glistening fingers to her. Myka opened eagerly, accepting all three at once. Strawberries and her tart, creamy taste melted on her tongue.
She closed her eyes on a moan.
"Yeah, my sentiments exactly.” He took back his fingers, picked up the vibrator and brought it to her lips. She swirled her tongue around the round tip then sucked the cool plastic into her mouth. Justice's nostrils flared and she made a show of licking and sucking, making sure it was slick from her saliva.
"Alright, enough.” He pulled the toy away and dipped it inside her contracting cunt. Myka moaned. She could feel her walls grab at the vibrator, trying to take it deeper, but Justice didn't allow it.
He removed the fingers in her ass and pressed the toy inside.
Myka yelled. Her body shuddered under the invasion, her hole burned. He took his time, pausing every now and then to allow her body to adjust. She sank her teeth into her arm as her eyes watered. It felt as if her butt was on fire, yet her pussy clenched in aroused need. Justice plunged the three fingers back in her cunt, scraping her walls.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” Her body was frozen, she couldn't move. Behind her, Justice kept up his assault on her sopping pussy, but stilled his movements farther south.
He dropped a kiss at the base of her spine. “Tell me when you're ready."
She took a deep breath, blinked a few times then looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were on her. Concern and something else shone in their dark depths. Something more than desire, deeper than lust. Myka recognized it as the same emotion swirling around in her head.
With a tiny smile and a nod, she told him, “I'm ready."
He grinned then began a slow thrust in and out of her backside. She rolled her hips, grunts coming from her as she watched him. He bent his head, blew on her clit and she purred.
"Oh, yes."
His mouth closed over the nub, suckled it as the vibrator pushed deeper into her. He growled against her flesh, sending even more vibrations rolling over her. An orgasm bubbled up, making her body clench and spasm. Myka arched, screaming as the climax washed over her in fiery waves. Her contractions forced the toy out of her ass, but Justice's mouth remained on her cunt, licking up her cream.
Her knees wobbled then collapsed under her. She lay on her stomach while he plundered her pussy. Another climax rocked her, but she didn't have to strength for anything more than a whimper and shudders. He finally released her and crawled up her twitching body. Eyes squeezed shut, she panted into the pillows.
Justice buried his hand in her hair, pulled her head up. Her lashes fluttered and she peered up at him. “I love you, Myka.” His face was serious, eyes hesitant. Vulnerable.
Myka started to shake. “God, Justice.” Tears spilled out the corners of her eyes. He loved her. She raised a trembling hand to cup his jaw and swiped her thumb over that crimson teardrop. “I love you, too."
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Chapter Fourteen
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Justice curled up under the covers with Myka in his arms. He hadn't meant to blurt out those three damned words, but he had. She felt the same. His heart couldn't get any fuller. Happiness threatened to spill over but he contained it. Not yet. Celebration couldn't come until they'd neutralized the threat to her.
She wiggled in his arms, causing her nipples to scrape his chest. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Now he had some things to tell her. “I'd planned this to be my last job,” he said quietly.
Myka lifted her head and stared at him. “Really?"
He nodded. “Yeah, I'd been on a kind of hiatus since Toronto. I took this job knowing it would be the last.” Cupping her cheek, he peered into her eyes. “When I saw who my target was, I took it as sign. It's the end for me."
"But...” She frowned. “What will you do? How will you survive?"
"You mean moneywise?” When she nodded, he laughed. “I'm actually very well off. I invest my monies wisely because they're earned legally.” He explained he ran a legitimate personal security agency. “My one and only client is Maysin Winthrop-Ferreira."
Myka sat up. “Of the Manhattan Winthrops?"
"Yep, one and the same. He pays me an outrageous amount, which is really what someone else would pay for a hit, and writes if off as my salary. In turn I pay my taxes and invest in the stock market and other things.” He grinned. “I'm comfortable."
"But how does someone as filthy rich as Maysin get involved in something like that?’ She brushed the hair from her eyes and stared at him in rapt attention.
He shrugged. “Circumstances. Some I know, some I still don't. But he inherited the business from his father.” Maysin kept his secrets close to the vest and Justice didn't push. He, more than most, recognized the need for secrecy.
"Wow.” She shook her head, wonder in her eyes. “What will you do now that you've retired? Golf?"
"What?” He threw a pillow at her midsection. “Fuck, no.” Golf. Ack, kill me already.
She laughed. “I'm serious, though. What will you do?"
He sobered. “I don't want to think about that until we've removed the threat to you.” Pulling her close, he tucked her head into the crook of his arm. “We can't start our life together until we've fixed this."
"Better be.” He tugged her head back and planted a kiss on her pouted lips. She melted into him with sigh. Justice deepened the kiss as his phone went off. “Damn it.” He released her and groped around on the bed while she chuckled.
His hand closed on the phone and he gave her the evil eye while he brought it to his ear. “Yeah."
"We need to talk.” Maysin's voice was curt.
"Hey, how was the blind date?” Personally, Justice thought Maysin was fighting a losing battle trying to get over Harper Royce. The feisty lawyer had burrowed deep under his friend's skin.
"I don't want to talk about that,” Maysin snapped. “Let's talk about you and the woman you're supposed to get rid of."
Justice raised an eyebrow at his friend's attitude. “Guess that's code for it was a disaster."
"Is Myka next to you?” Maysin ignored his jab.
"Yeah, why?” He sat with his back to the headboard, Myka's head in his lap.
"We know her mother died, right?"
"Uh, yeah?” Justice frowned. Myka laid with her face upturned, eyes closed.
"Well, it turns out her mother's maiden name was Chandler.” Maysin paused as if waiting for Justice to say something. “Chandler, Justice. As in Chandler Industries, one of the largest African-American run conglomerates in the country. It's no longer in operation by that name, having been sold to another major company, but the name still holds weight."
"No idea what you're referring to.” Justice shrugged even though his friend couldn't see. So Myka came from comfortable stock herself.
Maysin sighed. “Just ask your woman how much she's worth."
"What?"
"Just do it, damn."
Justice looked down at the woman lying in his lap. “Uh, Myka, Maysin wants me to ask you how much you're worth."