I glance down. A sleek silver USB drive rests on the dusty wood.
My tactical brain clicks into overdrive. She smuggled raw data right under her cartel brother’s nose. Right now, it doesn’tmatter what the drive holds. The realization that the captive princess is a lethal mastermind stealing from her own family acts like pure gasoline on an open flame.
I kick the silver drive into the dark shadows beneath the wooden table, my eyes never leaving her flushed skin.
“Come here.”
I stand in one fluid, powerful motion. My arms wrap around her waist. I lift her off her feet. She weighs nothing against my bulk.
Her thick thighs wrap around my hips. Her arms lock around my neck. Her flushed face buries into the curve of my shoulder.
My heavy boots carry us toward the stone fireplace.
The roaring fire crackles and spits. Blazing orange light paints the amber-lit room. A thick bearskin rug stretches across the floorboards directly in front of the hearth.
I lower her slowly onto her back. The soft, thick fur swallows her curves. The blazing firelight illuminates her golden skin. She looks like a pagan goddess offered to a starving beast.
My knees hit the floor between her spread thighs.
I grip the thin strips of black silk on her hips. The fragile panties rip cleanly in half. The ruined fabric joins the leather jacket in a discarded pile.
She is naked.
I push her thick thighs wide. I press her knees back until she is open to the firelight.
The slick, wet shine of her pussy stops my heart.
She is dripping. Heavy arousal slicks her swollen pink folds. The potent scent of rose, fear, and pure female heat hits the air. The primal scent shreds the final thread of my sanity.
I position my broad shoulders between her open legs.
“I am going to devour you.”
I lower my head. My mouth dives into her soaking wet cunt.
My rough tongue drags straight up her slick slit.
A high-pitched scream shatters the silence of the cabin. Her back arches off the rug. Her hands fly down, fingers tangling in my dark hair.
I don’t stop. My tongue laps at her soaking wet folds. I swallow her sweet, intoxicating taste like water in a barren desert. She tastes like honey and pure sin.
I find the engorged, throbbing bead of her clit. I wrap my lips around the sensitive, aching nub, sucking her hard into my hot mouth while my tongue lashes her dripping pussy in rapid, relentless flicks. She’s soaking wet, her sweet cream coating my beard as she thrashes against the fur.
“Rafe!” Her voice breaks on a sob. Her hips buck wildly off the floor. She grinds down against my face, chasing the agonizing friction.
“Give it to me,” I growl against her soaking wet pussy. “Let go, Firebird.”
I press two thick, calloused fingers against her tight opening. I slide them deep inside her slick channel.
She is impossibly tight. Her hot, wet inner walls clamp down hard around my fingers. The intense heat nearly sears my skin.
I pump my fingers in and out of her in a slow, punishing rhythm, mimicking the brutal thrusts of a hard cock. I curl them upward inside her, striking the swollen, ridged bundle of nerves buried deep on her front wall.
“Please.” Open begging fills the room. Tears stream down her flushed cheeks. “Please, it is too much.”
She is still holding back. I can feel it in the way her jaw clenches, the way she bites down on her own lip. She has been taught to suffer quietly. I don’t know who put that lesson in her bones, but it ends right now.
My mouth pulls back a fraction.