In His Sights

by Nikita Slater

  “What th…” she panted. “You… what did you do to me?”

  He chuckled. “Was that your first orgasm, baby?” he asked gently standing up and wiping him mouth across his forearm.

  She shook her head. “I’ve had them before.”

  “What?” Shock thundered through him. He’d expected an innocent blush, a nod. He hadn’t expected the little virgin to have experience with orgasms. “Who the fuck gave you an orgasm?” he demanded, bending threateningly over top of her. “I want names. Was it that fucking puppy fiancé you left behind on the farm? I swear if he touched you, Lucy…”

  “Not him,” she denied quickly.

  “Then who?” he snarled.

  “Just me,” she said staring at him like he was crazy. And maybe he was, because he should have realized that someone as sexually curious and responsive as Lucy would definitely have worked out how to give herself orgasms. Relief flooded him. And then understanding.

  “This was better, wasn’t it?” he asked.

  She nodded. “But, you… you… licked me... my…”

  He grinned wickedly. “Licked your everything, baby. And I’ll do it again, after I fuck that gorgeous little body to heaven and back.” He reached for her.

  “Wait!” she yelped.

  “No waiting this time Lucy.”

  “Okay, no more waiting,” she agreed breathlessly. “Just not on the table please.”

  He laughed and pulled her off the table, swinging her into his arms. “Not in the truck, not on the table. Picky little thing, aren’t you?”

  She reached up and kissed his whiskered jaw. “Only for my first time,” she whispered as he strode with her down the hall toward the bedroom. “Otherwise I’m game to try different places and different things.” She hid her face against his neck and licked him tentatively until he was groaning. “You make it all feel so good, Mack.”

  He growled when she explored every bit of him she could reach with her lips and tongue. He set her on the bed and followed her down, crushing her lithe curves into the mattress. He spared a brief thought for the blood that still dripped off his foot but decided she was well worth the destruction to his bedding. Fuck, she was worth a hell of a lot more. He took her jaw in one hand and feasted on her lips, forcing her mouth open for a long, heated, ravenous kiss that she eagerly accepted. That was one thing he loved about his Lucy, her passion was quick to heat and entirely unfeigned. She desired him every bit as much as he wanted her.

  “I can taste myself in your mouth,” she growled, breaking their kiss.

  “You like it, don’t you baby,” he demanded. “You love that sweet taste and you love knowing I fucked you with my tongue.”

  “Yes!” she gasped and lurched up reaching for his face.

  She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and kissed him with enthusiasm and some of the newfound skills he’d been teaching her, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She slapped her hands on either side of his face to hold him still and fucked his mouth while he urged her up onto her knees and wrenched her dress up to her armpits. She moaned a healthy protest when it came time to break their kiss.

  He chuckled. “Be a good girl and take your clothes off. Need to see all of you, right fucking now, baby.”

  She lifted her arms obediently and allowed him to tug the dress over her head. Her hair lifted up and then floated down to curtain her body in a honey brown blanket. He tossed her dress on the floor and looked down at her body, appreciation glowing in his ice blue eyes. He couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight than this woman wearing nothing except a hot pink thong and bra. Then he frowned.

  “You wear this outfit to the hospital?” he asked incredulously. She would’ve caused a damn riot considering how see-through the material of the dress was and how short the skirt was. Fuck, he was going to have to kill a lot of people if she didn’t start dressing more conservatively. Or lock her the hell up.

  “No,” she laughed softly. “I changed after we dropped Abel off.”

  He nodded, relieved. Then another thought occurred to him. “So your damn bodyguard saw you wearing that dress.” He was beginning to see red. Alexandr was young, younger than Mack, good-looking and took Lucy’s protection seriously. A little too seriously. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

  Lucy reached behind her, unclasped her bra and let it slide slowly down her arms, revealing the pale, plump, pink-tipped globes of her breasts. “Are we going to do this or talk about my bodyguard all day, Mack?” she asked huskily, a fake pout in her voice. “I know what my vote is.”

  “Jesus,” he breathed and reached for her.

  His brain barely registered what his mouth was doing before he was blazing a trail from her throat to her breast. Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice his lack of finesse since she was clutching his shoulders and arching into him. A yelp of pleasure erupted from her throat when he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. He tried to remind himself to go easy, he really did, but his brain seemed to short-circuit when it came to this woman. He pushed her back until she was laying against his pillows, writhing beneath him while he continued to attack her breasts, licking, biting and worshipping them.

  She kept trying to tug his head up to hers for a kiss, but he wasn’t done with her perfect body. He captured both of her hands in one of his and slammed them up above her head, pinning them, forcing her to hold still while he ravished her with his mouth. Never in his life had he been so driven to lick and suck every inch of a woman until she was marked by him. By his touch, by his scent, even by the savagery of his teeth.

  She moaned in mindless abandon and squirmed helplessly under the onslaught of his every forceful touch. He was glad she seemed to be enjoying herself because he wasn’t sure he could stop himself, even if she’d begged him to. He was so lost in everything Lucy he was convinced this woman must be some kind of witch, sent to conquer him. He didn’t understand how else this total and complete loss of control could occur. He was the king of control; the king of one-night stands. Yet he knew without a doubt that Lucy Miller was ripping apart his carefully controlled life. He would never get enough of her.

  He reached between their bodies and yanked her panties down her legs, commanding her to lift so he could pull them all the way off. Like an obedient doll, she did everything he told her. She was so damn compliant when she was mindless with passion. As soon as she was free from the restriction of all of her clothes she brought her legs up alongside his and then further until she was hugging his torso tight with her bare legs and lifting her soaking wet pussy against his abs.

  “Fuck,” Mack snarled, dropping his face between her breasts and taking a deep breath, his eyes rolling into the back of his head in response to her legs wrapped around him. It felt like Christmas and this was the best present he ever got.

  He pulled himself up her body, released her hands and took a fistful of her hair, forcing her face up to his. “Look at me,” he demanded. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to see her caramel eyes melting in ecstasy as he reached between their bodies and slid one long, thick finger into her wet folds and then deep into her pussy.

  “Mack!” she cried breathily her hands coming down to clutch his shoulders. “Oh…. Mack!”

  She lifted her hips again and again, fucking herself on his finger. He gritted his teeth, grinning savagely and biting her jaw. “Want more, baby?”

  “Yes!” she gasped, tossing her head back.

  He pulled his finger out and yanked his sweatpants down. The non-bastard part of his brain told him to get off the fucking girl and take his pants off. To make her first time more special. The hungover, completely lust-fried rest of his brain positioned his cock at her dripping entrance. He took her jaw in his other hand and forced her to look at him. As soon as she made eye-contact he drove into her hot, wet passage, forcing his way forward until he was buried to the hilt.

  She shrieked and tried to shake her head, tears springing to her beautiful eyes. He hardened his face a
nd his heart, tightened his fingers on her jaw and took her lips in a kiss before she could protest. He swallowed her words and her pain as he held her pinned against the bed in case she thought to push him away. His body soared in sheer ecstasy with the greatest pleasure it’d ever known. Helpless against the lure of her incredibly tight, silken passage, he flexed his hips, pumping into her.

  Fuck, nothing in his life had ever felt better than this moment. He began a rhythm hoping like hell the pain she was in would only be momentary and that she could follow him out. He knew he was probably too big to have taken her in one quick thrust like that, but Lucy had a way of making him lose his head. And he’d never been a nice guy, never even pretended.

  Finally, he lifted his head and growled, “Look at me, Lucy. Fucking look at me.”

  She lifted her eyes, tears of pain and accusation pooling in them.

  “Lift your legs,” he commanded. “Wrap them around my hips.”

  She shook her head and moaned, “No, it hurts too much. Mack, please…”

  “Do it now, Lucy, or so help me, I’ll make it hurt worse.”

  A sobbing gasp escaped her lips and she quickly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. She cried out in pain, but after a moment caught onto the rhythm he’d established and began rocking with him. She clutched him tight, her face twisted in concentration.

  “Good girl,” he grunted, smoothing her hair back and dropping a kiss onto her gorgeous, pouting lips. She completely ignored his praise as her body started to catch up to the program. She frowned a little, turned her head sideways and arched her back, her eyes widening in pleasure.

  After a moment her gasps of pain began to turn to small moans of pleasure and the tears stopped. Soon she was clawing at his back and twisting beneath him seeking her own orgasmic pleasure. Mack was quickly learning what his girl liked and he was sure she was probably using that bite of initial pain to get herself off. He was amazed at the depths of passion Lucy was exhibiting.

  Mack knew he couldn’t last long, not with Lucy writhing and moaning the way she was underneath him. Fuck, he was going to have to start tying her up if this became a regular thing, just so he could last longer. She just felt so damn good. And the way she looked… completely abandoned… her long legs wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back, her neck arched as she strained to come on his dick.

  He felt her tighten, her movements more frenzied. Fuck, he wasn’t even touching her clit. She was about to go off on her own, just from having a cock inside her. A damn virgin too. She couldn’t be more perfect. She bit her lip, squinted her eyes for a moment then flung her arms over her head, yelled at the top of her lungs and orgasmed underneath him. Once she’d gotten past his initial entry she basically just used his cock like a toy. And he loved it.

  Mack planted his fists on either side of her head as she drifted lazily back down from her orgasmic peak and drove into her; one, two, three more times before slamming himself deep inside her tight as fuck body and shooting his load against her cervix. He stared at her gorgeous, flushed face as he bathed her with his seed, the realization that he hadn’t worn a condom for the first time since his ex-wife, uppermost in his mind.

  His next thought, that he wasn’t even a little bit upset, surprised him even more.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mack rolled off Lucy and landed heavily on his side, his breathing erratic. He blamed her. He was in excellent shape, so normally a bout of hot sex shouldn’t put him this much out of breath. But Lucy Miller had the ability to steal his damn breath every single time. Unable to stand the loss of touch, he reached out and touched her, placing a hand palm down on her stomach, his touch possessive.

  “We didn’t use a condom,” he said gruffly, speaking to the ceiling because he didn’t want her to see the look on his face when he discussed the possibility of impregnating her.

  “I realized,” she said quietly. “I’m on the birth control pill… and I’m clean.” She left that hanging out there, clearly expecting him to respond in kind.

  “I’m clean,” Mack growled and rolled toward her. He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. “What do you mean, you’re on the pill? How long?”

  She shrugged a little and reached down to pull a blanket over her body, he shoved it out of her hand, preferring her naked. She glared at him and tried to cover herself with her hands. Obviously, that didn’t work well considering her curves were far more generous than her hands. “Since I got to the city. I couldn’t exactly ask for birth control out on the farm, Mack, and I didn’t have a reason for it then.”

  “You were planning on having sex when you hit the city, is that it?” he growled, annoyed but not quite sure why. She’d obviously been a virgin when they’d had sex. The evidence was still smeared on her thighs and his semi-hard dick.

  She sighed and frowned at him. “Why is this a big deal, Mack? Yes, I was hoping sex might be part of my city plan. If I hadn’t been on the pill then we might be discussing babies now instead of why you’re acting this way.”

  His nostrils flared, and he glared down at her for a moment still not liking the whole birth control, sex in the big city thing one bit, but not knowing how to argue with her logic. “I just don’t like that you put that out there. You’re too kind and too innocent for your own good. You put those sexual vibes out there and you might’ve gotten mixed up with the wrong guy. Some asshole could’ve forced you into bed before you had a chance to call for help.”

  She stared at him for a few seconds, mirth filling her gorgeous brown eyes before laughter finally spilled from her lips. He growled in annoyance. Then he reached for her before she could lunge away from him and flipped her onto her stomach.

  “I didn’t mean me, you little brat,” he said in mock anger and spanked her ass until she was shrieking and laughing at the same time and trying to reach back to protect her bare butt. He shoved her off the bed. “Get dressed, we need to drive into the city.”

  She stumbled and then caught herself before bending to pick up her dress. “We do? Why?”

  “We’re going to your place,” he told her, pulling his sweatpants up over an already hardening erection. He’d been afraid this was going to be a problem if he ever got his hands on Lucy. She was just too damn delicious.

  “Oh,” she said, looking away in disappointment.

  He stood next to the bed, took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to his. In her bare feet she had to look way up. “Need to pick a few things up for you. You’re staying here for a few days. No way did I just get my fill.”

  She grinned and then slapped him on the arm. “You’re such a jerk!”

  He pushed her down the hall and swatted her ass to get her moving. “Yeah, one you’ll have to put up with for a while. What’s your diner schedule? Not sure I want to take an eight-hour break from the untapped sex you’re about to give me.”

  Vladimir Sitnikov was waiting for them at Lucy’s apartment sitting in the back of a chauffeur driven vehicle while his bodyguards milled around looking like they owned the neighborhood. Probably because they did. The Russian mobster stepped out of the black dark-tinted SUV, waving away his entourage, the moment Mack pulled his truck to the curb. Sitnikov wore power and authority like a second skin, with an ease that made normal, everyday civilians look away and cross the street to avoid any kind of contact with the man. Mack enjoyed pissing the gangster off every chance he got. Damn suicidal tendencies and hatred of anything resembling authority.

  Lucy hopped out of the truck before Mack could warn her to wait for him and skipped across the road toward her big, bad brother-in-law. Despite Mack’s disinterest in keeping to Vladimir’s good side, he did sort of wish Lucy had put her pink bra back on rather than stuff it in her purse. Any man with eyes could see she wasn’t wearing a bra under that white sundress. And all of the fucking Russians had eyes.

  Now Mack had to decide if his suicidal tendencies extended to eliminating this many Russians in broad daylight just for g
lancing toward Lucy’s chest as she bounced across the street when, really, any red-blooded man would have done the same. Mack was about to snarl out a warning when the Boss himself turned and pointed at his men, hurling something in Russian that was clearly meant as a “take your eyes off my sister before I remove them from your heads.”

  Lucy threw her arms around Vladimir’s neck and hugged him tight, calling him Vlad. Mack cleared his throat, dipped his head and hid a smirk while pretending not to see the Boss go soft over his little sister-in-law. Because that was a surefire way to get shot in the head. Yup, he was clearly in more trouble than he thought for fucking around with Jane’s sister. He knew he’d touched Russian property. He didn’t know he’d messed with someone Vladimir was actually fond of. That was just asking for a little bit of torture before the main event; death via something creatively horrible.

  She was still worth it.

  Mack strode toward the pair ignoring the hostile glares from Vladimir’s crew. He took Lucy’s arm, firmly pried her away from the sinister mob boss and placed her back at his side. Vladimir watched with calm interest, his sharp eyes following each movement with calculation. The only thing that gave away any depth of annoyance on his part was the twitch of a long, jagged scar slashed across his face.

  “Hudson,” Vladimir said coolly.

  Mack nodded but didn’t return any kind of greeting. He spoke to Lucy without taking his eyes off the Boss. “Why don’t you go upstairs and pack some of your stuff, baby? Enough to last a few days. I’ll bring you into work on Wednesday.”

  To her credit she didn’t so much as glance at her brother-in-law for permission. Obviously sensing the tension between them, she simply slid between the two men and scampered up the outside stairs to her apartment, digging in her purse for her keys. Mack waited until he heard her door close before he spoke again, his eyes taking on the icy edge of menace he usually reserved for people he hunted.