Imprisoned Match [Ménage.com 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth

be taken fast and hard. Elliott gave her what she wanted and drove himself into her pussy. He impaled her so fast that the burn took her by surprise. Her scream was muffled by Mitch’s cock, which was now hitting the back of her throat. Anna had no choice but to swallow. Mitch must have liked the sensation, because he screamed out her name. She curled her fingernails into the sheets and held on as Elliott plunged over and over into her pussy. It had been so long since she’d had sex, and she knew she was right to have been afraid, because this one time wasn’t going to be enough.
    “Perfection,” Elliott said in a strained voice. “So fucking hot.”
    The tingles started in her toes, traveling up the insides of her legs until they finally spread out all over her body like a sparkler being lit on the Fourth of July. She usually had to concentrate to maintain her orgasm, but with Elliott pounding into her from behind and Mitch’s cock growing larger inside of her mouth, Anna just let them take the reins. Her body finally exploded, along with Mitch’s, so she swallowed every drop he gave her and allowed herself to fly.
    Somewhere over the ringing in her ears, Anna heard Elliott cry out his release, although he kept thrusting into her. The prolonging effect left her with little energy, so by the time her body came down off of the high, Anna pretty much collapsed on top of Mitch. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as his arms came around her. She had forgotten what it was like to feel cocooned, and her eyes drifted shut, relishing the safety he provided. She would rest for only a minute and then tell them they had to leave. Anna sighed and snuggled closer into Mitch’s warmth.

Chapter Nine
     
    “Anna.”
    Anna jolted awake, sitting straight up in bed. The coolness of the air hit her skin, immediately bringing to mind what had happened earlier. Shit! She glanced over at the nightstand to see that the clock read after noon. She had missed her shift and another opportunity to gather information on her target. Anna went to jump up from the bed when an arm caught her around the waist.
    “Hold up there,” Elliott said from his prone position beside her, “you’re not going anywhere until we’ve talked a few things out.”
    “Elliott, now is not a good time. I’m late for my shift and I can’t screw this up.”
    His hand tightened on her hip. “Screw what up? Who are you after? Or is someone after you?”
    Elliott sat up, taking ahold of her hand. His short black hair stood on end and his eyes were a little bloodshot. It dawned on her that while she had slept last night, he must have stayed awake wondering who she was and what she was doing in Triple. She pushed aside the guilty feeling of keeping the truth from him, attempting to recall the pain of losing her family. It wasn’t hard to evoke. Vengeance needed to be served.
    “Just because we fucked doesn’t give you the right to have access into my life,” Anna snapped, yanking her hand out of his. She jumped out of the bed and went in search of clothes. She would have to shower later. “You know where the door is.”
    “I called Willow and told her you were sick.”
    Anna whirled around at that and saw that he was making himself comfortable at the head of the bed. What right did he have to make those kinds of decisions on her behalf? They had had sex, not a marriage ceremony, for God’s sake. Even in this little town, men should know the difference. Did the man she was after think something was wrong with her not showing up for work today? Would this push up her timetable? She needed time to think and to call Agent Monroe. First things first—she needed Elliott to leave.
    “Elliott, I’ve tried to explain this to you numerous times,” Anna said, looking around for her robe. This wasn’t a conversation they should have with her standing naked in the middle of the room. Plus, if he kept looking over her body like he could devour it, she wasn’t so sure