I shoved his hoodie over his head when he pulled away long enough for me to do so. Then we were back on each other, out of control, lost in our own little panic room. We may have both been broken, shattered apart by what the world had done to us, but our fragments were beautiful flying around in that room together.
My hands trailed down to slide into the waistband of his pants, but he grabbed my wrists and slammed them up over my head. “I want to see you first. Don’t act this time. Show me if I can’t get you to orgasm.”
His other hand went under the skirt that was still bunched around my hips. My leg was wrapped around his waist, but my body immediately gave in to riding his fingers as they slid into my slick center.
“Jesus, Rome.” I breathed his name, not sure I could hold out long. My body was a victim to everything he did to me, a prisoner to his touch and an addict to his attention.
His chin scruff scraped at my neck as he bit the sensitive spots and then licked them better. He pressed his thumb against my clit and said low into my ear, “Show me you can’t, baby. Show me I’m nothing to you.”
My head slammed back into the drywall as the violence of my orgasm overtook me. My pussy tightened around his fingers, and he swore over and over as I rode his hand hard, milking every ounce of the feeling I got from him. He crashed into my lips and finally let go of my wrists above my head. I brought them down hard on his neck, hoping for just the right angle and momentum.
The zip ties snapped off from the force, and he chuckled into our kiss. “Always a warrior, Cleo.”
I bit his lip and yanked at his hair, wrapping my other leg around him. His hand immediately went to my ass so he could carry me to the bed. We fell into it, equally ravenous for each other now.
“I want you in me,” I panted as I scooted up the bed and shoved the remains of the dress off me.
“I’m not here to disappoint, Katalina.” He followed me up the bed as he got rid of his pants. Then he moved between my legs. “This is my place now, got it?”
I smiled at his possessiveness. “Only yours?”
“Damn right.” He didn’t enter me gently. Like a thunderbolt, he crashed into me, reminding me that he had the strength to break me.
I took just as good as he gave when I spun him so he was on the bottom and I was on top. My hands on his chest, I rode him. “And this is my place, right?”
“It’s your home, baby. I’m always your home.”
His words shot through my heart, through my soul. Like lightning in the darkest night, he lit me up for that moment.
And during that whole night of lovemaking, I embraced the fact that our lightning may only strike once. I had to capture the beauty of it before it disappeared.
26
Rome
Ileft her to get breakfast, to get my bearings, and to get intel on the fact that I was sleeping with the heiress to the Russian mob.
Cade had already pulled intel from Georgie’s phone, and he called both Bastian and I about it that morning. “Well, there’s a lot more information than I wanted in here.”
Bastian grumbled into the phone, surely tired from lack of sleep. “Is there information on where the fuck Katie’s at?”
“We’ve got everyone out looking,” I said, lying through my teeth. I hadn’t looked at all last night.
“Dimitri took her. It’s obvious from the communications,” Cade announced. “I’ve got— I think we need to meet to discuss this.”
Cade was always worried about tapped phones. We were intelligent enough to have people within the FBI bury our conversations. We switched out phones too. Still, you could never be too careful, and I was sure Cade had the information I needed, information that would start a war I wasn’t sure I was ready to participate in.
I found myself wishing I could keep that girl in my panic room for more than seventy-two hours.
She’d trusted me with her life this time, given me her freedom for long enough that I questioned my place in all this. For the first time since losing my unborn child and taking my father’s life, I wanted to put something before the family.
I was about to do whatever I needed to in order to save her.
“I’ll meet you both at my club.” It would be the most secure option.
“I’m already here with Dante,” Cade mumbled, and then my line went dead.
Our new boss would have to decide if he could trust this lone wolf because, after the information Cade was about to share, I would have to share something about Katalina.