Codename Summer (Undercover Embassy, Book Four) Read Free Page B

Then he rode her hard, his cock shuttling in and out with long, deep strokes.
    His energy brushed against her mind, gentle yet insistent. “Open for me.”
    Dreading his reaction, she shook her head. His rhythm stuttered but didn’t stop.
    “Why?”
    It was time to throw down the gauntlet and he wasn’t going to like it. She pushed up against him, taking him as deep as she could with her knees restrained. “My body is yours to do with as you will, but my mind belongs to me.”
    “Damn it, Saroji.” He growled then grasped the front of her thighs and thrust even faster.
    She closed her eyes, reveling in the frantic surge of his cock. He was thick and long, filling her completely with each sharp lunge. Her senses soared toward another orgasm as her heart ached for so much more.
    He pulled out suddenly and her cunt clenched in protest. She dug her fingernails into her palms as his seed splashed against her upturned ass. “I never come inside a whore.” His voice was so gruff and strained it was barely recognizable.
    Less sure of her strategy than she had been moments before, she glanced over her shoulder. “Ambassadors are required by law to be free of disease and on some form of birth control. Mistress Autumn should have explained that these archaic concerns need not hamper your pleasure.”
    He just glared at her as he struggled to his feet and righted his clothing. “Vaccinations protect me from disease, but I have only your word that you’re not fertile. No pleasure ambassador is worthy of my seed.”
    She had established their roles to provoke him, so why did his words sting so badly? Refusing to give in to the tears stinging her eyes, she wiggled out of her panties and used the small scrap of cloth to wipe his come off her skin. Then she stood as gracefully as her wobbly legs allowed and held out the soiled thong.
    “Would you like to keep this as a souvenir?”
    With a snarl contorting his handsome face, he batted the offered wad out of her hand then fisted the back of her hair. “Do you really want to continue this game? You might not like where it takes us.”
    She dove into his night-black gaze and greedily absorbed the heat of his nearness. He wouldn’t hurt her, at least not physically. Indifference had always been his weapon and he’d wielded it ruthlessly.
    His long black hair had come loose from its tie, making him look savage and wicked. She wanted to feel the rasp of his short beard against her inner thighs as his mouth devoured her pussy. He’d been her first lover, had become the standard by which she judged all others, which probably explained why there’d been so few.
    “Why do you consider this a game?” A bit of her composure returned as she surrounded herself with the turbulent emotions so apparent in his expression. He was anything but indifferent now and that’s the way she intended to keep him. It was his turn to be off-balanced and undone, to want more than his lover was willing to give.
    “After Spring helped Evard Keenan escape, I looked into her history more closely. Spring led me to Autumn, and Autumn led me to your brother. General Noirte is either leading the Resistance or he’s turning a blind eye to their treasonous activities. And if Ra’jen is involved, you’re involved. It took me less than a day to figure out you are Summer.”
    Saroji remained silent. His suspicions came as no surprise. What she needed to find out was how much of his information he’d turned over to the Gathosians.
    “You don’t deny it?”
    “You didn’t ask questions. You stated accusations.”
    “Do you let them fuck you?” He gritted out the question between clenched teeth, sending a thrill down her spine. If he didn’t care about her on some level, the question would never cross his mind.
    “Isn’t that a bit hypocritical?” Instead of resisting his hold, she moved closer, easing the pressure on her scalp as her breasts brushed against his chest. “You let the Gathosians flow