Fighting For You (Book 2)
Fight! Fight! FIGHT!!!
When everything that you've ever loved has been taking away from you, what would you be willing to do to get it back? What would you become in order to execute your revenge on all those who have wronged you? And even if you survive the battle with your enemies, will the war you're fighting with yourself kill you?
"Ms Widow, we have got a lead on Natasha, but you aren't the only one who wants her dead. There are rumours floating around that someone extremely dangerous is also looking for her, he's offering two million for her capture."
I crushed the phone in my hand, "Well, I'll double his offer, put the word out. Natasha is mine!"
He whistled, "Sure thing, boss, I'll let the guys know."
"Oh, and Levi, kill him if he gets in your way."
I could hear the smile in his voice, "Yes ma'am."
"Touch yourself, baby, I want to see you pleasure yourself."
I didn't hesitate; I let my hand slide down my body until it found my sweet spot. Slowly I run my fingers up and down, watching him as he watched me.
"Faster," he said, "I want you to go faster."
I obeyed, moving my fingers faster. He stood there, eyes glued to the rhythm of my hand. I watched him stroke himself in time with me, I felt the pressure build up inside of me, causing me to arch my back.
He grunted then swore, "Go deeper baby, use two fingers."
I did as he asked, using two fingers to pleasure myself. As I moved my hand, my hips rise to match it. My free hand grabbed my breast, and I squeezed hard, panting his name. His eyes never moved from between my thighs, and his own hand kept on stroking himself.