Risky Temptation

by Hart, Gemma

  I pulled away from her lips just long enough to undo my pants. Taking my cue, Halle pulled off her shirt and bra, slipping easily out of her loose pants. Her lips were gorgeously bruised and swollen. Her eyes were glowing with a passionate fire that I recognized immediately to match my own.

  Both naked, I quickly grabbed her around the waist and lowered her to the floor in one swopping motion that made her gasp in breathless surprise. She looked up at me, her eyes pinning me to my core.

  “This house isn’t just villains,” she whispered. “There’s a hero here too.”

  I found myself unable to respond. Her words were like a soothing balm. This girl….This woman….

  Instead of saying anything, I grabbed her wrists and pulled them up above her head, stretching her body taut below me. Reaching down, I found the growing wetness between her legs.

  Halle gasped at my touch, her cheeks immediately flushing in arousal.

  “You’re wet, sweetheart,” I murmured, stating the obvious. She was soaking. I ran my fingers down the cleft, circling my middle finger over her quickly swelling clit.

  I could feel her body tremble beneath mine. My entire core was engulfed in the flames of desire. I wanted her. And I wanted her bad.

  A hand wriggled under my grasp. Pulling free, she wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling me down on her. I gave in easily, taking her lips again and tasting her as thirstily as I had before. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. I bit down on her bottom lip gently, making her stiffen then moan.

  Pulling away, I went lower down, making little nips against her skin along the way till I reached her full breasts. Squeezing her luscious breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue.

  Halle arched and hissed with pleasure. She arched her back further, offering her breast to me like a gift. A gift I wholeheartedly intended to devour. I suckled each nipple, sucking hard enough to make her squeal.

  I went lower till my lips finally met that sweetness below. Wedging myself between her legs, I took her wet pussy into my mouth, groaning in deep satisfaction as I did so.

  “You taste so fucking sweet,” I said, momentarily breaking away from her warm wetness.

  Above me, I heard Halle panting in pleasure as I circled my tongue around her clit, feeling it swell and engorge. I pressed firmly, giving firm, hard strokes along her inner cleft. Her thigh muscles around me tensed and I could feel her peaking arousal.

  Not wanting her to come just yet, I rose up and leaned over her, my body completely swallowing hers.

  I looked down at her. Her eyes were hazy with the clouds of pleasure but I could see the love of desire in them as clear as day. She wanted me. Oh yes, she wanted me almost as badly as I wanted her. And knowing that, realizing that our unique and odd connection was indeed mutual, made my cock hardened to the point of pain.

  Taking her lips one more time, I positioned myself at her entrance. “Hold onto me, sweetheart,” I murmured against her lips. Her arms immediately wrapped themselves around my shoulders as I thrust my entire length deep into her waiting pussy.

  Halle threw her head back and cried out in release. “Oh my god!” she breathed as her pussy clenched reflexively around my cock, pumping it. Her body shuddered as her orgasm rocked through her, wave after wave.

  She buried her head against my shoulder. I gave a little startled grunt as I felt teeth biting into me. The pleasure of her orgasm seemed so intense, she needed an outlet. And she found it in giving my shoulder a good bite.

  I stayed steady the whole time, neither pulling out or in. I wanted her to feel the entirety of her release.

  When it felt like the waves were subsiding, I slowly pulled out before thrusting back in hard.

  Halle moaned and shook her head. “Oh god,” she said breathlessly. “I can’t. I can’t do it again.” She moaned again as I thrust in.

  I lowered my head, gently biting her ear as I whispered, “Oh yes, you can. No saviors here, remember? You play with the devil, you’ll come with the devil.” I gave her another hard thrust as I spoke.

  It was hard to even keep focus on what I was saying. She felt so fucking good. Every delicious thrust of my cock into her tight warmth made my body melt in ecstasy. If it felt this good fucking her, I didn’t know what would happen to me when I came. My body could possibly just dissolve.

  Halle threw her arms around me and buried her head against me, giving into the inevitable. Her body shook and shuddered as she felt each deep plunge of my cock. She moaned against my neck, making my already painfully hard cock harder.

  I wrapped an arm around her back, supporting her as I sped up my rhythm. I pumped quickly in and out of her, feeling my own release mounting.

  A familiar tautness came into Halle’s back. I could feel her trying to fight her body’s climb towards a second release. But there was no fighting it. It was going to happen. I would make sure of that.

  I sped up. Thrusting in and out and making sure to grind my hip against hers, rubbing her clit in the process. Halle groaned. “Oh fuck,” she whispered, holding me tighter.

  You could say that again, I thought as I gritted my teeth. I could feel my climax rising within me and I was almost overwhelmed by how large it felt.

  I pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in hard when I felt Halle fall apart in my arms. She cried out as her body was pulled back into the swirl of her body’s deepest pleasures.

  I kept thrusting my cock into her as her pussy clenched around mine until I reached my ultimate peak. And then I gave a great roar as I found my own release.

  My entire body seemed to pulse with a deep beat that made my heart sound like an echo. My vision had nearly sheeted white from the intensity of my orgasm.

  Fuck. I had never come so hard before.

  Breathing hard, we both collapsed against the wooden floors of the gym. Slowly, I could feel my senses returning. My brain started clicking back into place and I could hear my thoughts whirring again.

  I looked over at the creamy pale shoulders that were pressed up against me. As if sensing my eyes on her, Halle lifted her gaze. Inside those wide blue orbs was a look I had never seen or dreamed of and yet realized I had hungered for. It was a look of infinite warmth. It was a look of infinite care. It was the look that came a breath before love.

  And the crazy thing was, I knew it was a reflection of what my own eyes were showing. I could recognize those feelings because I felt them myself.

  Jesus Christ. I took in a sharp breath. What the hell did I just do?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Halle

  What the hell did I just do?

  I stared blankly at the screen of my computer. I hardly saw the mountainous files around my office.

  All I saw were those dangerously dark eyes. Those rough but knowing lips. And that battered but brutal body.

  Last night seemed like a dream. And yet, my body could still feel that delicious soreness that spoke of the realness of what had happened.

  It had been amazing. I had only had a handful of times alone with Marco Desmond and yet when my body met his, it was like fire meeting fuel. It was explosive. Our bodies had rocked together as if they had been made for each other.

  I fidgeted in my seat a little as I remembered the amazing feeling of having his massive cock fill me so completely and thoroughly. How many nights had I fallen asleep to imagining his cock penetrating me like that? How often had I touched myself to the fantasy of his lips against my body, against my breasts?

  And it had all come true last night.

  Twice.

  After coming down from their shared high in the gym, Marco had thrown his discarded shirt loosely over me and then had gathered me up in his arms, carrying me back to my room. I should’ve been mortified of being carried around the house with nothing more than a shirt to blanket me with but I was too worn out to care.

  I felt a sudden loneliness once we reached my door. I thought he was going to just drop me off and leave. But I needn�
��t have worried.

  Opening the door, he carried me to my bed then carefully laid me down. And then he followed.

  And then on the comforts of my large bed, we made love again. He took his time this time. Lingering over me sadistically. Making me quiver and shake till I was near raving mad.

  At one point, I had wedged myself between his legs, bending over his impressive cock. Marco’s large hand was pressing against the back of my head, urging me. But I needed no urging. I was eager to put him through the exact same torture he had put me through.

  Slowly lowering my lips around his cock, I gave the underside a good lingering swipe of my tongue. I felt immediate satisfaction in hearing Marco groan above me.

  Wrapping my hand around the base, I began to give him a good tease. I circled the head, tonguing the sensitive underside. I mouthed him and bounced on his cock, letting it reach down to the back of my throat before pulling away. It felt good to feel watch his muscular thighs twitch and tighten against my ministrations.

  But eventually, I was on my hands and knees, completely at his mercy. Taking a good hold of a handful of my hair, he held onto me as he thrust his cock hard into me. I gave out a lusty cry as my body stretched to accommodate his large size.

  Holding onto me roughly, he rode me hard and fast. And I couldn’t have been wetter. His strength, his power, his roughness, his dominance all awoke a hunger in me that seemed insatiable.

  We had both eventually passed out from complete and utter exhaustion at some point in the early morning hours.

  But when I woke, he was gone.

  And now, here I sat in my office, wondering what the hell I just did.

  I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, which undid my bun, freeing my riotous hair.

  The idea of trying to work my way through my messy emotions almost made me go cross eyed. But I had to do it. There was too much at stake right now and too much danger not to.

  Step one, how did I feel about Marco Desmond?

  I blew a big gust of air through my lips as the heavy question echoed through my head.

  Obviously, I now realized that Marco Desmond was not just his reputation. He was more than just a womanizing mob heir. He was more than just a lethal killer with a heart of ice.

  He was a man who had grown up in a hell house and had managed to become a man who could still stand on his own two feet thanks to his survival skills. He was a man who was trapped against his will by a greedy and murderous father so that he could save his brother.

  She had felt the ache in him last night. She could feel just how starved he had been of true connection, of true unadulterated, sweet passion. And it nearly broke her heart.

  But how did I feel about him?

  My heart fluttered at even the thought of the question. And that was clearer than any answer I could think of.

  I wanted him. I wanted Marco. And at this point, I think I could even say….I loved him.

  “Oh god,” I whispered as the truth hit me.

  I loved Marco Desmond, heir to the most powerful crime family, and I was working with the FBI as an undercover agent who was working to take down everything he knew.

  I groaned as I raked my fingers through my already very mussed hair. There couldn’t have been a messier situation than this scenario. I couldn’t very well just go and tell Marco about who I was and what I was doing. That would not only jeopardize everything the FBI was working to do but would also put Marco into a lot of danger.

  It was clear the FBI wasn’t perfect. There were obviously flaws within the system but they were working to prevent the largest crime syndicate from forming. Such a merger would terrorize all of North and South America.

  But I couldn’t keep going on like this. I felt like a horrible fraud every time I met with Marco and now after last night, I didn’t know how much longer I could continue the lie.

  No, I couldn’t tell him the truth but maybe I could find another way. I couldn’t keep letting things get bigger and bigger while keeping him in the dark. That would just lead to disaster.

  Standing, I quickly ran my fingers through my hair to arrange it into something less crazy and headed out of the office. I was going to find Marco and we were going to talk. The quicker we got everything—or at least as much as we could—out into the open, the better.

  I rushed out into the hallway, trying to decide where I might best find him. I decided to at least head downstairs. I knew sometimes he spent time in the den downstairs with some of the men.

  But I hardly made it a dozen steps before I saw Roy Desmond and his cadre of personal guards heading down the opposite way. I stopped in my tracks, watching the small army head down the hall.

  Roy caught sight of me.

  “Ah, just who I was looking for,” he said, barely throwing me a glance.

  “You were?” I asked, surprised.

  “Yes, yes. Come here,” he said unnecessarily as he grabbed me by my upper arm, leading me down the stairs.

  I tried not to stumble as I followed Roy down the stairs, unable to comfortably share the steps with his large girth.

  “Wait, sir,” I said, trying not to fall. He was walking with a speed that belied his weight. “Wait. Where are we going?”

  The guards marched behind us, silent and stoic. We passed the den, which was empty anyway, and headed towards the front doors.

  “The Juarez deal. I’m closing it tonight,” he said, waiting as his men threw open the doors. “I’ll need my accountant with me, of course.”

  “Wait. The deal? Me?” I asked, my voice nearly squeaking in surprise. The Juarez deal wasn’t supposed to happen for another week. When had this sudden change happened? I hadn’t received any word from the agents about it. Had they been notified of the changes? If they weren’t aware, Operation Raven would be a complete bust.

  And why would he need an accountant there? It’s not as if there’s going to be briefcases filled with money or something ridiculous like that. Everything would be done through digital transfers. I didn’t need to be present for any of it.

  “Yes, you,” Roy said roughly as he opened the door to his black Range Rover and pushed me into the backseat.

  “But, but,” I stuttered, trying to think of a way out. I didn’t know how this would affect the agents’ plans for the raid. Not only was this happening a week early, no one would be expecting me there. And now that I was in the car, there was no way of notifying them the change of plans.

  “But, sir, I was heading to meet Marco Desmond to give him the transfer papers,” I lied, trying to find a way out.

  Roy slid into the seat next to me as his men sat up front, starting the engine.

  Roy waved a hand dismissively. “Marco’s already there waiting. You can talk to him there,” he said. He gave a nod to the man behind the wheel and the car started moving.

  I sat back, feeling my heart pound against my chest.

  Holy shit. I was about to go to probably the biggest criminal merger in history where I would also be witness to potentially the biggest sting operation by the FBI.

  I watched as the car swung down the long private driveway of the Desmond compound.

  I had a terrible feeling about this.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Marco

  “Damn, boss. What are you trying to get in shape for? The fucking Olympics?” Gary said as he grinned at my sweaty face.

  I chugged down a bottle of water as I took a break from the punching bag. I hadn’t kept track of how long I’d been at it but looking up at the gym clock, I could see that over two hours had passed.

  Gary, one of Roy’s men, had been passing by when he had heard the punching bag from the gym. Curious and clearly bored, he had stopped in and sat on the weight bench, watching.

  I looked over at him as I took a breath. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Roy give you the night off or something?”

  I had spent the majority of the day in a riotous mood. Halle had taken over every corner of my mind and it was ha
rd to focus on anything. The entire day, I had been debating on what I should do. Should I find her and tell her my plan and ask her to come with me? Or should I push her away with a good, clear warning of just how dangerous it was to remain in this environment? Or should I follow my baser calls and find her so I could bend her over and take her again, letting my cock sink into that sweetness once more?

  I somehow wanted to do a combination of all three. But I knew I had to pick one. I had to figure something out so I didn’t cause damage elsewhere.

  Gary shrugged as he picked up a dumbbell and did a lazy bicep curl. “I guess so. He only took a few for that deal thing. So me and a few others were left behind.” Gary dropped the weight. “Clearly we weren’t the chosen few.” His bitterness was clear in his voice.