Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (45 page)

The hand
that was wrapped around my wrists loosened and I jerked my mouth away with a force, but he wasn’t freeing me. It wasn’t over. The dark gleam in his eyes foretold every ounce of dark pleasure he was about to bestow upon me. His hands tugged my dress over my head and then he pulled my hair back so that my neck and chest had to arch painfully in response.

“Ugh,” I moaned angrily, trying to wiggle out of his hold. But then his mouth bent to latch onto my nipple and I saw black stars behind my closed lids. He teased my breasts, running his teeth along each of my sensitive nipples, working them both into tight buds. Then suddenly he wasn’t yanking my hair
enough.
I wasn’t arching
enough
. I pressed up into his mouth until his tongue swirled around each nipple with hungry strokes.

“You’re so greedy. You need me to fuck you so badly. I should walk away from you right now and leave you to finish yourself off. You deserve it.”

“Do it,” I dared, sliding my hands down his torso and unbuckling his belt. I moved quickly to open his fly and slide my hand down over his hard shaft. “Leave if you think I don’t own you as much as you own me.” I was using fighting words, but I wanted to push him to the breaking point. His shaft was thick in my hand, I could barely close my fingers over it and I knew he wouldn’t leave. He wanted to be buried deep inside me as much as I needed him to fill me to the breaking point.

He growled and ripped my hand out of his pants.

“You’re nothing to me,” he bit out, trying to prove his control of the situation. “You’re
less
than nothing. You’re my prisoner.”

His words bit at my skin like acid. I had to fight back tears. But
before the first tear could drop down my cheek, he grabbed my body off the counter. His pants hit the floor with a loud thud and in one clean shove; he was sinking into me as my heels dug into his back. My body moved on him like a doll as he bent his knees and bounced me up and down. It was deeper and harder than I’d ever experienced. There was nothing to counteract gravity’s pull on my body. I was left with his dick stretching me into delirium.

The
room was saturated with our moans every time his dick slid out and then back in. His eyes were closed and his teeth bit into his bottom lip as if he was moments away from exploding. My hands gripped his hair. I knew I was hurting him, but he let me take what I needed. He gripped my hips and I threw my head back and concentrated on the feel of his cock sliding past my pussy over and over again. Just when I was accustomed to the speed and depth, he leaned forward and bit down on the flesh of my neck and drove into me impossibly fast. I yelped and yanked his hair, giving him back all of the sensual pain he’d given me.

“You’re so warm and tight. Do you like riding me, Kate?” he asked as his hand
dragged along the front of my stomach. I knew where he was heading and I needed him there more than I needed my next breath. I needed to know what it felt like to ride his dick as his fingers slid over my wet clit. But he wasn’t going to touch me until I answered him. And answering him meant letting him win.

Was my orgasm worth more than my pride?

He started slowing down and I could feel my orgasm begin to dissipate. “Yes. YES!” I answered for fear that he would stop all-together.

His pouty mouth turned into a sinful smirk and then he twisted us around to lay me back onto his kitchen table. The angle allowed him to pound into me mercilessly
, and in one quick moment, I felt my orgasm kindle into a burning flame. One last swipe of his finger over my sensitive flesh and I orgasmed around him. I could feel my muscles clenching around his dick, milking out his own release.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he repeated as he hunched forward and came deep inside of me, coating
me from the inside out, and marking me as his once and for all.

This was our sick game. I wanted his brutality, because that brutality, that harsh anger and sharp fucking
, made me come harder and longer than any sort of sex I’d ever had. I needed the bad to have the good.

Chapter
Six

He didn’t move. He’d had the longest, most sinful orgasm, yet he was still hard inside of me. Teasing me with his absolute dominance. Our breaths mingled as his head fell forward. His eyes were closed and his mouth was loose, his beautiful lips letting soft exhales escape.

“Tell me what you are,” I whispered, my hands threading through his hair, begging him to tell me the truth. I had to know what he was keeping hidden beneath the layers of coiled muscle and steely resolve.

His brows pushed together and his eyes flickered open. They were just as dark as before, but there was an edge of softness in them that I hadn’t seen earlier. Was he going to give in and tell me the truth? There was nothing left if he wasn’t going to open up.

He withdrew his cock
and I stared down at the smooth, hard plane. It was starting to soften, but it still pulled at my strings of desire. I laid there on his kitchen table, his cum dripping down my inner thighs, and he couldn’t look away. He went to retrieve a wet washcloth and came back to wipe it up my legs and between my thighs. He cleaned me with such gently caresses that my heart expanded in sweet surrender to this man. He was so troubled, and yet I knew he wasn’t inherently evil.

When he was finished
, I pushed back and sat up on the table. My knees pulled into my chest and I stared over my knees at him.

“Tell me,” I whispered again.

He threw the damp towel into the sink and ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends.

His eyes darted around the space, looking wary. Wary of what? His guards?

“I’m not from Kosovo. I’m a CIA agent. I’ve been undercover for the past five years. To them I’m Loren.”

What?

What? I couldn’t begin to process his words. My world slowed and I felt my hands loosening from around my knees. I blinked my eyes as if to confirm I wasn’t dreaming. Each time I blinked them open again, Adam was standing there, eying me with a concerned gaze.

“You’re not actually a member of LARK?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He snorted and moved to pull his pants back up. He buckled his belt and I was glad for the momentary break from his overwhelming physique.

“That depends on how you want to look at it. I’ve done terrible things in the name of collecting intel about the organization. I’ve done things that are deplorable and that I can never take back, but I justify my actions with the knowledge that it’s all for my assignment. Torturing and beating people is part of my work for the CIA.”

I couldn’t believe everything he was revealing to me. Why was he telling me now? What did this mean?

“Is that how you knew my name?”

He nodded. “I wasn’t sure who you were at first. I didn’t know if you were a member of LARK that was planted to ensure my commitment to the organization. But then the second day after you’d arrived, your coworkers at the paper reported you missing. The CIA contacted me as soon as they found out.”

“So that’s why you wanted me to come to your suite?” I asked with a quiet tone.

“Yes and you wouldn’t listen.”

“Do you usually force your prisoners to stay in your suite?” I asked, wondering how far he’d gone out on a limb for me.

He narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly. My question pissed him off.

“Never in the five years I’ve been here.”

Not the answer I expected.

“Because of
you
, I’ve almost ruined five years of work. You weren’t supposed to come snooping. It wasn’t my call to abduct you and bring you in for questioning. When I saw you in that cell I wanted to rip the entire place down. This is a very delicate situation, Kate. If I let you go then the entire work I’ve done for the CIA is a waste… But I can’t let you go back down there.”

I couldn’t keep up. He was going to jeopardize his assignment for me? He’d managed to finagle his way into a position of power in a terrorist organization and because I’d wanted to collect information for an article,
I was going to ruin it for him? It’s a strange thing to feel guilty for being someone’s prisoner. But that’s exactly what I felt. I felt guilty for not agreeing with my editor when he warned me to stay away from this topic.

Would the LARK go after Adam if he let me go? Could the CIA protect him?

“Strike number one was when I killed Erian. This group is brutal but killing a guard for defying instructions isn’t usually done.”

“He tried to rape me,” I whispered, remembering the stench of Erian. His vile finger nails digging into my wrists as he tried to hold me down.

“Which is why he’s no longer alive,” Adam answered. “Strike number two was when I pulled you out of your cell and broke protocol. I know the leaders are suspicious of me now.”

The way he said ‘leaders’
sent a nervous shiver down my spine. Were they worse than the guards I’d met? Obviously. What would they do if he reached strike three?

I gulped down a breath and looked up at him. “What are you going to do?” I asked. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was an internal battle waging within him. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I sat paralyzed to the table.

“I’m sending you home. It’ll be strike three,” he answered with a harsh tone. That was the answer I wanted to hear. I was going to be free. But at the same time, it made my heart twist and my stomach plummet. I didn’t want to leave him.

“What if I stayed?” My voice cracked through the space and I couldn’t believe I’d actually uttered such an asinine question.

His features twisted into disbelief and anger. “Stay here? Are you a damn fool? Do you understand what these men want to do to you? What I’ve done to protect you?”

He was on me then, forcing me to crane my neck to look
up into his dark eyes. His hands cradled my head and he bent down to capture my mouth in a sexy kiss. His tongue delved past my lips, stroking the roof of my mouth, and then twisting with mine so that I was moaning into him. Heat radiated off his naked torso and I could feel his dick growing hard beneath his pants.

He pulled away then, leaving me confused and alone. “I have to make some calls. You’re leaving tomorrow, Kate.”

He disappeared into his room and I heard his muffled voice talking on the phone. Sharp, demanding, and angry.

What would happen to him? Was he sacrificing
his assignment, his life, to get me out of here?

Chapter
Seven

That night, I lay in his bed wide awake and fearing what the next day would bring. He’d hardly spoken two words to me the rest of the day, but at least he was sleeping next to me. Well, he was sleeping in the same bed, but he was as far away as he could possibly be. I knew my comment about staying had infuriated him. I hadn’t actually meant it. No sane person would mean it, right? It was just a last stitch effort to stay near him, to make sure he wasn’t going to jeopardize everything for me.

But he wasn’t the devil I thought he was.
Yes, he was a hard, unyielding man, but he’d protected me. He’d put his life and job on the line for me.

I kept tossing and turning, trying to find solace, but nothing worked. Eventually
, I saw Adam roll onto his back out of the corner of my eye. He blinked and took a heavy breath. He was wide awake, just like me.

Without a thought, I rolled over, climb
ed on top of him, and pinned his thick biceps under my hands. It was a facade, my hands barely covered his, but it felt good to be in control for once. To have him pinned under me.

His hard, sinful stare found my eyes and I could see the shifting in his mood. I ground my hips on top of his, pouring light
er fluid onto a burning match.

“Come with me. Come back to the states with me. Don’t stay. Please,” I begged, trying to make hi
m see his other options. His life wasn’t worth this assignment. But I didn’t know him. Maybe he thought it was. He was sacrificing his life for the greater good.

He never answered my plea. His hand reached up to grip my hair and bring my lips down to his. It was a meeting of souls when our tongues danced together. He consumed me from the inside out. I could feel his thick cock grow hard beneath his boxers and I kept undulating on top of him, coaxing it to absolute firmness.

“You’re killing me,” he moaned as I slid down his body. We both knew what I wanted. I needed to feel him in my mouth, give him peace of mind and clarity. Maybe if I was good enough, he’d come home with me. Maybe he’d see that there was more than one option.

My lips slid down his
abs and I bit his boxers, dragging them down his legs with my teeth. His smooth cock sprang out and a seductive smirk coated my lips. I knew he’d taste divine and I loved the way his hooded eyes stared down at me with supreme lust.

I wrapped my lips around him and pushed him into my mouth, feeding off his grizzly moans. To bring a man like him to his knees
made me feel so deeply powerful. My tongue swirled along his length as I brought him in and out, sucking hard and then backing off to prolong his pleasure. My hand cupped his balls and his hands gripped painfully into my hair. He pushed me onto him and I took him, sucking him deeper and deeper.

I could taste his salty pre
-cum and I wanted more. I wanted him to lose it. My hand stroked down his shaft, jerking him off as my mouth stroked his head, sucking hard and fast. It was too much, I knew he was about to explode. Just before he did, I pushed him all the way in, I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. I held my breath as his hot cum shot down my throat and he moaned my name with dark carnal pleasure. Over and over again, he called my name, making me wet and needy for my own release.

The second I’d swallowed everything, he flipped the script. He tossed me off his bo
dy and spread my legs wide. He ripped my panties off and my eyes rolled back as his fingers dove in and out of me. There was no slow-build, no teasing. This was hard and fast, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. Every single cell, molecule, thought, belonged to Adam in that moment. He sucked my clit and stroked my entrance until I thought I’d pass out. Then his dick pressed into me and I cried out from the force and pure shock of pleasure.

He gripped my lower back, bringing me off the bed so that I was resting in his arms. He was doing all the work, thrusting in and out of me hard and fast. I lay limp in his arms, letting
him fill me until I was sure there was no separation between us. He was so deep. When his hand found my clit, he didn’t slow his pace, he thrust into me harder and I exploded in his arms, giving him everything and taking all of him in return.

“Kate,” he moaned
, setting me down onto the bed and kissing me with so much tenderness that it broke my heart. It was a good-bye kiss.

It held such
profound sadness, and I knew it.

He pulled himself out of me, rolled
off the bed, and slammed the door behind him with a hard snap.

I didn’t see him again that night or the next morning.