“I’m giving you the assfucking I promised you.”

  Even though something liquid pooled at her belly, she was outraged. “I saved your worthless ass!”

  He stroked a hand over her rear after unzipping and discarding her pants.

  “You did. And I’m very grateful.”

  Duke probed gently between her buttocks, slid lower. Kara felt his finger brush over the sensitive folds of her labia, just a caress, a tease. She would have struggled if a heavy hand on her back hadn’t restrained her. Well, she would have struggled a little.

  “I also remember you stealing the shuttle in the first place, which landed you in the position to save my worthless ass.”

  She twisted her head to see him looming over her, big, broad and dangerous. “And if I hadn’t, you would have been blown into tiny pieces.”

  “Hmm.” His finger probed against the tender bud of her anal opening. “Speaking of tiny.”

  She heard him rummage in a drawer next to his bed, heard something pop. Then cool liquid dribbled on her backside, his hands spreading it over her skin as they spread her cheeks, massaging it into her skin, over her crease. Nothing else, just smooth massaging motions, over and over, until she was hot for him, hot and ready, and a little scared.

  “Are you wet?”

  She wasn’t going to answer.

  A slick finger probed between her pussy lips and slid into her soaked opening. Withdrew to circle her already pulsating clit.

  “I think you are.” Duke’s chuckle was positively evil. A hot and clever finger penetrated her ass, withdrew to plunge again. Dark, burning and delicious.

  Then he whispered, “You okay, sweetheart?”

  She swallowed. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She took in a long breath. “No.”

  “Good.”

  His thumb alternated between her swollen clit and her dripping opening.

  “I’m going to make you come,” he rumbled above her. “You’ll come with my cock in your ass.”

  Kara squirmed, but that only lodged his finger deeper. When another joined it, she tensed, moaned, not sure if it was pleasure or pain.

  A stroke at her clit assured her it was pleasure.

  Then his fingers withdrew. He cupped her ass cheeks. Spread them once more. And the tip of his cock, hot and moist, pressed against her burning anus.

  Huge. Huge and impossibly hard, burning, he filled her, millimeter by aching millimeter, the pain-pleasure of it so intense she could do nothing but breathe. Then slowly he pulled out and sparks popped gooseflesh over her skin.

  Again, tortuously slow in, his labored breathing harsh.

  Duke’s thumb found her clit again, rubbed at it as he pulled out, the pleasure so extreme she screamed from it.

  He stopped. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

  He was halfway inside her, not moving. Kara wanted more. She wiggled her hips and tried to lift her ass to take in more of him. Then moaned when he slapped her butt lightly. “You’re injured. Stay still.”

  “More, damn you.”

  He fingered her clit, inched himself deeper inside. “Like this?”

  Pleasure furled tighter. She clenched around him. “Harder.”

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you.”

  Another plunge, rougher this time, but good, so good the dark pleasure of it sent sparks along her spine.

  Duke stopped again. “Feel good?”

  “Yes.” She was panting now, orgasm winding. “More.”

  “Of course.” He thumbed her clit but didn’t move his hips. “Just tell me something.”

  She barely had any breath left before she exploded. “What!” She’d tell him anything if he’d just fuck her. Now.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  She froze.

  A large hand caressed her buttocks gently, the thumb of his other hand weaving lazy circles around her straining clit. His hips were motionless.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  “Just fuck me.”

  The circling around her clit increased, and he gave one slow stroke before stopping again.

  “Maybe I didn’t do it right.” He left her clit for a moment to tease her opening. “I love you, Kara. I love you so much it hurts. Now will you tell me?”

  The breath exploded out of her. She wanted to turn, to look at him, but he moved his hand, pressing down between her shoulder blades. She was so close, she wanted to look at him, but she was close --

  “I love you too, you bastard,” she growled. “Now fuck me!”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He stroked back in, pulled out. In again.

  Kara screamed. Splintered. Convulsed around him as he emptied himself inside her. She didn’t move as he got up, placed something cool and soothing between her legs, gently cleaning her.

  Finally he turned her around.

  “You meant that?” She searched his eyes as his arms wrapped around her.

  “Yeah.”

  She nodded. “I’m sorry… about --”

  Duke shook his head. “Me too.” Then she was on his lap -- hugged so tight she yelped at the pressure on her healing ribs.

  Immediately, his hold eased. “God, I’m sorry.”

  “I don’t break easy.”

  “No. For all of it. Because of me… all of it.” He traced kisses on her lips, her eyelids. Then his hand slid over her knees, gently, reverently. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  “Just stop.”

  He lifted his eyes to hers. “If you never want to see me again, I’ll understand.”

  She felt the hurt of it, rolled her eyes instead. “You fuck me blind, you tell me you love me and then send me away? What kind of fucked-up bullshit is this?”

  His lips firmed. “I just said --”

  “I get it. You’re sorry. How the fuck do you think I feel? I didn’t hold out.”

  “Who the fuck expected you to?” He was right at her face now, yelling back. “You aren’t military. You’re not trained for it. With Dinah, Brenner and I had to --”

  Duke broke off. Again she was enveloped in his arms, cradled. His lips found hers, brushed the gentlest of kisses. “Stay with me. Here.”

  “What about --”

  “Just stay.” His voice was hoarse.

  Kara nodded and rested her head against his shoulder. “Okay.” She took in a long deep breath. Found peace. “So what did you and Brenner do with Dinah?”

  Fiona Jayde

  Fiona Jayde is an author, a pilot, a ninth degree black belt in three styles of martial arts, a computer hacker, a mountain climber, a jazz singer, a weight lifter, a superspy with a talent for languages, and an evil genius. All in her own head, of course.

  In real life, she really is an author, insists she is a good driver even though various loved ones refuse to let her drive, possesses a brown belt in Tae Kwon Do and a blue belt in Aikido, is a web developer and scared to death of heights, loves jazz piano, can bench-press about twenty pounds -- with effort, speaks English and Russian fluently, and when not plotting murder and mayhem enjoys steamy romance novels, sexy spy thrillers, murky mysteries and violent movies where things frequently blow up.

 

 

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