And I want his cock buried deep inside of me, but I'm also terrified. He's a man not to be messed with, a member of the bratva, who will kill for his brothers, and when he finds out I betrayed him, I'll be his next target.
He can never find out.
Well, maybe never is a bit of an overstatement. I have to take whatever evidence I find and turn it in to my superiors. But damn, my gaze is locked on Anton's cock, and it twitches as he tears the foil packet with his teeth.
I shut my eyes and revel in the warmth of his touch and the excitement that tingles throughout my entire body.
His digits are warm and inviting as he separates my folds and eases his cock inside me.
I gasp and grip the bedsheets with my fists, hanging my head. The pain is almost unbearable, but it's good. Riveting and unyielding, he grabs my hips and thrusts into my tightness. He stretches me to accommodate his size. My brain is foggy, my mind going as my body takes over and I let him have his way with me.
Anton grunts, and he's not the least bit quiet or silent. I love the sounds coming from his throat, his mouth, and the gasps that he makes as I tighten onto his cock with each thrust.
"Woman, you're going to kill me," he whispers.
And I quirk a wicked grin. "Good," I shoot back at him, glancing over my shoulder.
His eyes are heavy and dark. He's struggling to hold on and make the moment last. He's not the only one. I need to gain his trust and his confidence. I can't make this into a one-night stand where I'm nothing more than a mistake he made.
"Are you close?"
My insides pulsate, but I've never particularly had orgasms from sex. I whimper unintentionally, and I swear it's like the man reads my mind.
One hand moves from my hip to my nightstand, and I'm mortified that I hadn't realized it sooner. I had left my vibrator out for him to see. That hadn't been on purpose.
He flips the switch on the side and hands the vibrator to me. "You come when I tell you," Anton commands.
I nod, eagerly obeying him when he hands me the vibrator. The motor's hum makes my voice catch because I know what's coming, and I'm already close. I'm just not quite there with him yet.
I press the head of the vibrator against my clit as Anton pounds into me. My mouth parts, and I gasp, the moans spilling past my lips as I struggle to keep myself on all fours.
"Not yet, baby girl," he rasps, and I whimper in protest.
"Please," I'm not above begging. My insides pulsate, and the thrum of the vibrator pressed tight against my swollen bead brings a warmth spreading across my body, a riveting heat that can't be undone.
My insides tighten and pulsate. "Come for me, baby girl," he whispers. I swear it comes out more like a growl, a command I eagerly obey.
The orgasm stretches through me as my toes curl. I clench onto his cock, and my hand tightens on the shaft of the purple vibrator.
Anton is right with me, grunting, his breathing deepening and intensifying as he lets go. A moment later, he withdraws and removes the condom, finding his way into the bathroom.
I shut off the vibrator and leave it on the bedside table. There's no point in hiding it. Collapsing onto the mattress, my heart pounds against my chest as I attempt to catch my breath.
Anton steps out of the bathroom and glances at his clothes like he's deciding if he should go.
I'm exhausted and sated, but I crawl onto all fours. He steps toward the bed, his fingers combing through my hair, dragging my chin up toward his. Inadvertently, I purr. I don't know where the sound comes from. I swear I've never made it before from my own throat.
"You're mine, kitten," he growls and captures my mouth with another searing kiss before guiding me onto my back.
"Stay the night," I whisper between kisses.
"It's almost morning."
The sun hasn't come up yet, but it will soon. "Stay for breakfast?" I yawn and shuffle under the covers, patting the bed beside me.
His gaze tightens. "For a little bit."
I don't know what he's thinking, but he slips under the covers and pulls me against him. He's warm and strong. His masculine scent tickles my nose as my back is to him. His arms surround me, and for a man insisting that he's only staying a little while, I get the impression that's not what he wants, with his body cocooned around mine.
* * *
After several hours of blissful slumber, my arm reaches out to the cold mattress beside me.
Damn.
I sigh heavily and force my eyes to glance at the digital projection clock. It's time I get my ass out of bed and start the day. I grumble under my breath and sit up in bed when I smell the faint aroma of coffee.
"Anton?" I climb out of bed and grab a t-shirt from my dresser and a pair of panties, slipping them on before stepping out of the bedroom.
"Coffee is ready," Anton says like he lives here and owns the place. "Do you want me to pour you a cup?"
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Uh, yeah, that would be great." I have a bit of a headache, although I'm not sure why. Probably because I'm not used to such late hours. I will have to get used to it, working at the club.
The coffee mugs on the wall make it easy for him to find and grab one for me. He already has a steaming cup on the kitchen counter for himself.
I stumble into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing a carton of oat milk creamer. I add a dash after he fills my cup with coffee. "Thanks," I say.
"How'd you sleep?" he asks.
I lift the mug and inhale the aroma before taking a sip. It's hot, but the creamer helps cool the coffee enough that I won't burn my tongue or the roof of my mouth. "Good. You?"
I'm relieved that he's still here, and while it'd be good for him to be gone so that I can head out and report to the FBI that my mission is going well, I like that he hasn't run off.
"I got a few hours of sleep." He brings the mug to his lips and takes a sip. He's already dressed, and I suspect he'd have left if I hadn't gotten up.
"You're dressed," I say and glance behind me toward the bathroom. "I thought we maybe could shower together this morning."
"I would love that, kitten, but I have to meet up with my boss in an hour."