Dangerous Protector (Aegis Group Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

Right now, she was thankful to whatever authority figure had instilled a sense of readiness in this man.
    She arched her back, lifting her bottom. Her skin was so sensitized even the soft fabric under her cheek felt rough.
    The sound of the wrapper and stretch of latex made her toes curl.
    Soon…
    Marco’s hand dug into her hair, tugging her head back. His stubble rasped against her cheek.
    “My turn,” he whispered.
    Oh…dear…
    He shoved a pillow under her hips.
    She swallowed and gripped the sofa with both hands, her heart pounding in her throat.
    The first touch of his cock to her pussy was gentle. A brush of his skin to hers. He found her opening, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. She didn’t breathe. She didn’t think. She just—waited.
    He pressed into her and she groaned, burying her face in the cushion. Marco’s grip in her hair tightened, pulling her head back, stretching her throat. He eased out, and then in, her arousal easing the penetration while he stretched her. She shifted, pushing back against him, seeking—something.
    Marco moved with her, refusing to let her take more than he offered.
    She groaned her frustration.
    He smacked the curve of her ass, startling her more than hurting her.
    “I can make it hurt.” He almost didn’t sound human.
    “No, no.” She wasn’t into that.
    “Hold still.”
    “I’m trying.”
    “How’s this?”
    He put more power behind his thrust, stroking into her body. She moaned and kicked her leg.
    “Like that?” he asked.
    “Yes, yes, like that.”
    He chuckled and did it again until she could feel the thud of his balls and the press of his pelvis against her. He rocked into her, her whole body seeming to pulse around him.
    The hand in her hair twisted, and she closed her eyes.
    “I’m going to feel you when you come,” he said.
    Why did that sound like a threat?
    She dug her nails in not a moment too soon.
    Marco moved. He withdrew and thrust, working himself in and out of her body. He kept the one hand in her hair, the other at the small of her back as he fucked her. It wasn’t gentle or kind, it was rough and fast. She undulated against him, working her hips as best she could, but it was almost all him. He had her right where he needed her, and he wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted—how he wanted it.
    Her nipples scraped across the upholstery.
    Again, she cried out, incoherent words of pleasure. She lost herself in the feel of him, the way he invaded her body, every cell, pumping her full of desire.
    She felt…alive to her very toes.
    The orgasm took her by surprise, a crashing wave of bliss sweeping her up and taking her away. He pumped into her, prolonging the orgasm, until finally he shoved deep and froze, his fingers digging into her skin.
    Fiona might have screamed. A second time. She wasn’t sure.
    What she did know was that she wasn’t moving off the sofa for a very long time.
    Marco said something to her. His hands stroked her back and hips. He smoothed her hair and even kissed her cheek, which made her smile. He wasn’t a chaste kisser. He was a taker. And she’d given him the green light.
    Tonight was for her. For everything she’d denied herself.
    Tomorrow…maybe she’d try to change some things. She’d never be free, but she didn’t have to be a prisoner to this life.
    Fiona grabbed the sofa throw and pulled it over her. She listened to Marco’s steps, his trek into the bathroom, the toilet flushing and all the foreign sounds of someone else in her home. She’d never cared for sharing her space with strangers, but she would be sad to see Marco go. Or hear him. Right now she wasn’t opening her eyes for all the money in the world. Not even to watch him walk out her front door.
    “Are you falling asleep already?” His shadow fell across her, blocking out some of the light seeping through her eyelids.
    “Hm?” She lifted her chin.
    Marco chuckled, but she didn’t have it in her to care. He’d fucked her