„ Just relax now. We'll search for Ghost tomorrow. "

It didn't take long for Mitch to realize the true meaning behind those words. Ghost... he hadn't mentioned this name to Annika. And he was pretty sure Hurley didn't either. No one had talked about him in front of her. That could only mean one – she knew it from sources other than the CIA. And if that was the case, she was dangerous. She was cheating them all.

Ignoring the pain in his right side, Mitch got up and walked to the bathroom. Annika had done running the water into the bath and jumped slightly when she turned around to Mitch in front of her.

„ You scared me, " she smiled faintly.

„ Who are you? "

„ What do you mean? "

„ You said Ghost. "

„ What about him? "

„ I never told you that name. "

„ Hurley did, " Annika replied, smiling innocently, as she tried to get past Mitch.

" I think you're full of shit! " Irritated, Mitch grabbed the woman's shoulders. „ Who are you? "

„ Mitch, what's wrong with you? "

„ Who do you work for? "

„ I'm CIA! "

„ Now don't fucking lie to me! "

In frustration, he slammed the wall next to Annika's head. This day had been hard enough to deal with this bullshit on top of that.

„ I'm not lying! "

Mitch's gaze wandered over Annika's face. When it came to fighting terrorists, all genders were equal and Ghost knew it. Annika was bruised just like Mitch, having taken one hit after another, despite being a woman. She stared at Mitch in fear and disbelief in her dark eyes.

„ You're Iranian, aren't you? "

„ Get the fuck away from me! " Annika shoved him away, notes of both anger and despair distinct in her voice.

Mitch bolted forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head backward. Clutching onto his arm, Annika managed to stay upright, forced to look into his face.

„ Are you working with the Iranians? Tell me the truth! "

Annika kept silent for a moment. Then, through clenched teeth, she hissed a phrase in a language other than English. Mitch could swear it was Persian. Though she spoke English well, her accent had seemed suspicious to him. It was clear she wasn't a true American not in words nor deeds.

„ Don't want to speak? Come here! You will tell me who you are one way or the other. "

With his hand still buried in her hair, fingers locked tightly onto the roots, Mitch dragged Annika out of the bathroom and pushed her on the bed. Hurley had told them to clean themselves up and refreshen. No new orders were expected tonight. Mitch had all the time necessary on his hands to get done with this goddamned spy.

„ You're insane! " Annika shouted at him. „ I don't know what you're talking about! I'm CIA, just like you! "

Mitch grasped her throat, strong enough to hold her down, but not so tight that she would choke. Before even considering the rightfulness of his actions, his free hand lay on her breast. His fingers squeezed the softness through the shirt hard enough to make Annika yelp.

„ Who do you work for? "

„ What are you doing? " Annika grabbed onto his groping fingers, trying to pry them open. „ How dare you! I'll scream! "

Mitch yanked her up and harshly pulled the shirt over her head in one quick movement. He pulled at the bra so roughly the metal clasp on the back broke. Annika wailed. The slap from her open palm cracked against Mitch's face like a shot. Pain stinging his cheek, Mitch covered her mouth and pushed her on her back. Then he had the chance to evaluate what the lost pieces of clothing had revealed in front of his eyes.

Annika's body was perfect. Her smooth skin had a light olive tint. The areolas of her puffy, dark nipples encircled the full mounds of her breasts like a crown. Still holding down the struggling Annika, Mitch laid his hand on her breast again, this time not to torture, but to feel her delicate skin against his one more time.

Ever since Katrina's death, Mitch had become blind towards women. Women or men, they were all the same to him, nothing but bodies with beating hearts and consciousness. Consumed with revenge, he lived in a fog-like condition. The anger towards the murderers of his love was the only thing that drove him through the training and joining the CIA.

And now, more than a year later, Mitch finally felt the desire returning. Heart added a few extra beats as he felt a long-forgotten feeling stirring around his crotch.

„ Are you Iranian intelligence? Answer me! "

He pinched her already hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Annika whimpered, her efforts to push Mitch's hands away had gotten feebler. Perhaps at this point, she realized he was stronger than her.

„ You have no rights, Mitch! I'll tell everything to Hurley, to Irene! You'll regret it! "

„ What do you think will happen? They'll thank me for discovering a mole. And they'll do you much worse than I will. "

„ I'm not a mole! Stop it! "

„ Tell me who you are and I will stop. "

Annika mumbled something in Persian. Mitch couldn't understand it, but by the tone, he was pretty sure what she said to him was nothing nice. Annika's hands tightened into fists and Mitch felt her strength against his, yet still, she was no match for him. He pinned both of her wrists with one hand, surprised at how much he enjoyed fondling her lovely breasts. Up to this moment, Mitch had no idea he had missed it so much. And he craved more than that. This realization hit him like a sledgehammer.

„ Is that not enough for you? "

Mitch bent down and closed his mouth around her nipple, his tongue sliding over the rigid bud. Annika let out a pleading sound and struggled to free herself of his hands. She sobbed like an innocent girl that has fallen into the grasps of a lewd man, unable to resist, incapable of escaping his eager mouth. Mitch sucked her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her puckered areolas, before flickering over her nipples again and again.

„ Mitch, you're mistaken! Get off of me! "

„ Are you gonna speak or not? " he asked, watching her face. Annika kept quiet, her midnight-black eyes staring into Mitch's soul. She attempted to pull her hands free for an answer. „ No? Alright then. Let's go further. "

Mitch got up and in a few ruthless moves pulled Annika's pants down. A couple of flabby kicks were all she managed to present, blows that didn't hurt Mitch at all and couldn't prevent her pants from sliding over her hips and down her legs. Throwing the piece of clothing on the floor, Mitch looked at her silk, lace panties. Through the fine material, he could see a line of dark pubic hair. Mitch slid his hand under the side string.

„ One more chance. Who are you? "

Annika's heel brushed against Mitch's back as her miscalculated kick failed. Her brows furrowed in anger. Maybe she couldn't decide what would be more important at this moment – to stay loyal to her superiors or to protect her woman's honor.

„ Fuck you, you bastard! " she damned him, her body jerked in vain efforts to escape. „ You'll pay for this, I swear to God! "

Mitch tightened his fist around the string and yanked it. A ripping sound echoed through the hotel room as the fabric gave in to Mitch's strength. Cursing Mitch in both English and Persian, Annika pulled away in bed, allowing the tatter of what was once her panties to slip from underneath her.

Now completely naked, she was gorgeous. In fact, she could very well be the most beautiful woman Mitch had ever seen. How the hell had he never noticed it before? Again, Katrina came into his mind. The woman he had adored and whose death made him obsessed with the gnawing need to wash his hands in the blood of those who murdered her.

Katrina was gentle, kind, and caring. Even a year later Mitch could still remember the sweet, floral aroma that wafted around his favorite girl wherever she went. Annika was nothing like Katrina. She was cold-blooded, tough, fearless. She smelled of blood, fought like a soldier, and endured so much pain that wasn't easy even for a man to take.

Looking down at her stunning features – the hourglass figure, the impeccable round breasts, the long, slim legs, the neatly trimmed triangle on her pubic mound, the dark, thick hair that had wildly spread out on the pillow – Mitch almost forgot he was supposed to get a confession out of her. She was a spy, he was sure about that. Interrogating her had turned out to be much more enjoyable than he had imagined.

God, how badly Mitch wanted to take her there and then. The urge to make her his, to dominate her, to be the reason for goosebumps sprawling all over her skin, to make her scream as she orgasmed on his dick was irresistible. The hunger for the woman in front of him was something Mitch had never felt before. Not for Katrina, not for anyone.

Mitch unbuckled his jeans, the tightness of the clothing didn't agree with his almost painfully throbbing erection. In an attempt to intimidate Annika, he pulled the leather belt all the way out. The long strap was thwacked against the nightstand nearby. She raised the daintily arched eyebrow in question.

„ What are you going to do? Hit me? " Annika asked, acting as if she hadn't noticed the outline of his rock-hard member. „ I hate men like you. "

„ Yeah? Well, I hate fucking spies, especially when they get in the way of the mission. "

Mitch used his knee to spread her legs apart. Despite her resistance, Annika couldn't fight off his weight. One of his hands closed around her throat just under the jaw to hold her down. The other traveled over her stomach, easily finding its way into her crotch, cupping her pussy. Annika jolted, futilely trying to close her thighs. Her hand dug into Mitch's hand that was shamelessly feeling up the parts that no decent woman would allow a barely known man to touch.

„ I'm not a spy, you asshole! Quit it! "

His fingers slid in between her folds, slowly moving up and down. Annika whined out loud. The warmth and softness of her labia lips as they glided over his fingers were driving Mitch crazy. His dick felt as if it was going to burst and his heart thundered in his chest. All the arousal Mitch had put on hold for a whole year had suddenly washed over him like a tsunami.

„ Are you Iranian intelligence? Are you? "

„ No! " Annika about shouted, her body squirming underneath his, trying to avoid his merciless fingers exploring her pussy. „ I'm not! Enough, Mitch! "

His thumb pressed against her clit. Annika twitched at the contact, her teeth biting into her lower lip. Mitch watched her face keenly, as his thumb grazed around the sensitive bundle, caresses switching between circular and up and down motions. He experimented with different levels of speed and pressure, never taking his eyes off of Annika's face, keeping in mind what made her jerk. Every time she made an extra effort to writhe away from his hand, Mitch knew he had managed to cause a pleasurable sensation she didn't want to admit feeling.

„ Who the fuck do you work for then? If you want this to end, you better speak. "

Annika opened her mouth supposedly to say something, but what sounded like a muffled moan escaped her lips instead. Even with her face bruised, she was insanely beautiful. Mitch's eyes stared right into hers, taking in her gaze that was angry, scared, desperate, and excited at the same time. Annika's long lashes trembled as Mitch lasciviously tormented her clit, his finger rubbing, tickling, stroking.

„ Stop it... Don't... " Annika hyperventilated, pausing after every word. She looked into Mitch's face and hissed like an enraged snake. „ Take your fucking, dirty hands away from me! I won't tell you anything! "

„ So there is something to tell, huh? What about now? "

Swiftly Mitch slid his middle finger all the way inside her. Annika squealed intensely at the unexpected action. Her hands let go of Mitch and grabbed the bedsheets instead, squeezing them firmly in her fists. She tried to get up, but Mitch's palm held her solidly pushed into the pillows.

„ I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! Let me go! "

Despite Annika's protests, Mitch's finger kept rhythmically pumping in and out of her. Judging by how easy it was, Mitch was sure she had been wet before he even took off her panties. No matter how much she resisted, her body disagreed, obviously enjoying Mitch's hands and mouth. He couldn't believe how tight she was, the walls of her pussy constricting incredibly just around his finger alone. The thought of doing that with his dick, entering deep into her narrow passage, made Mitch feel as if his sanity was flying out the window.

„ Who are you? How many times do I have to ask you? Which country do you spy for? "

„ I am not a spy! " Annika exclaimed, sending small droplets of spit in Mitch's face. „ Stop it at once! I'm so disgusted! "

„ Don't you fucking lie! Just tell me who you work for. It's not that difficult. " He leaned closer until their faces were just a few inches apart. „ Or do you like this? Is that right? You like me playing with your pussy? Slut. "

A gleam of rage briefly flashed in Annika's eyes and even in the poor lighting from the lamp on the nightstand, Mitch could see her cheeks flushing. Under his hand, her throat moved as she swallowed both saliva and a gasp when Mitch's thumb brushed against her clit again.

„ Go fuck yourself, motherfucker! You're out of your mind! " she hesitated for a moment and continued. „ Yes, I wasn't born in America, but that doesn't mean anything. I'm CIA! "

„ Is that so? Where were you born? "

Annika clenched her teeth and her face hardened. „ Where men like you are hanged for this. "

Mitch smirked in small victory. „ So you are Iranian. Why are you in America? How do you know about Ghost? "

She didn't answer and if Mitch was honest with himself, he had hoped on it. Annika's refusal to cooperate gave him all the reasons necessary to continue his sensual attack on her body. And maybe deep down Annika wanted the same. Perhaps her silence was nothing more than a mute sign for him to have his way with her.

Mitch let go of Annika's neck and used his shoulders to spread her legs further as he settled between them. The musky smell of her arousal made every hair on Mitch's body stand up, lustful thirst prickling all over his skin like needles. He needed more. It wasn't about a simple sexual relief anymore. Mitch needed this woman like the air he was breathing. Having spent a moment admiring the perfectly symmetrical labia lips, the small, rosebud-like clit and her entrance that Mitch wanted like nothing else, he thrust his tongue in her pussy.

Annika jolted upwards, digging her heels in the bed and trying to pull away, but Mitch's arms around her hips held her securely in place. Strange, Mitch thought. Whatever intelligence agency she worked for must have given her some kind of training. Mitch himself saw her taking down men bigger than her this same evening. However, now all she was capable of was pulling at Mitch's hair, clawing the back of his neck, and some weak kicks with her knees.

„ No, Mitch! Please, not that! " Annika inhaled sharply as Mitch's tongue danced around her clit. „ Why are you doing this to me? "

„ Because I'm not like those fuckers we fought earlier tonight. I'm not going to hit you to make you speak. "

„ This is worse! " Annika snapped back, still trying her best to avoid Mitch's mouth, but unable as much as wiggle her hips. The man was stronger than her.

„ Is it? Your pussy surely doesn't think so. You're so damn wet. "

„ Let me go! " she tossed and turned in bed, her legs kicking around his shoulders. „ Stop! "

„ I will if you tell me who are you and who you work for. "

Mitch knew he was lying. No matter what she said at this point, he wouldn't stop. They had gone too far to simply put on their clothes and forget about the whole thing just because Annika had confessed. She didn't seem to notice Mitch pulling one of his arms from underneath her to push down his jeans and rub himself through the underwear to give his aching erection some relief. Or maybe she did notice but had realized by now that fighting was useless.

Annika whimpered, whined, and cried. She cursed Mitch both aloud and under her breath, both English and Persian. She crumpled the bed covers in her hands, lolled her head on the pillows, the long, dark locks of her hair wildly tangling. She sunk her fingers in Mitch's hair grabbing, pulling. She burrowed her nails into his shoulders and the nape of his nack, hoping that pain would make him cease the torment she couldn't help but enjoy.

If so, she had underestimated him. Mitch was used to pain, both physical and emotional. The scratches of a woman's nails were nothing more than a bite of a mosquito to him. Unknown to Annika, he liked it when she tugged on his hair. Whenever his scalp flared in pain from her grasp, Mitch knew he had hit an especially sensitive spot. He loved hearing her moans that she tried to disguise as sounds of objection.

While pleasuring her pussy, Mitch lifted his eyes at Annika from time to time. Men were highly visual creatures after all and in this sense, Mitch was no different. He loved seeing her skin flushing, the olive tint becoming reddened, her standing nipples, her flat belly rising and falling as she breathed heavily, her mouth going from falling agape to biting her lip. She became wetter with every stroke of his tongue and Mitch savored her taste.

Ready to grab her again anytime should she decide to resist, Mitch pulled the other hand from her hips and placed it on her breast, fondling, massaging, squeezing the delicate nipple. Annika yelped.

„ Please, Mitch, " she eventually went from threatening and cursing to begging.

„ Please what? "

„ Don't make me, " Annika about whispered, propping herself on elbows and glancing at Mitch between her legs. „ Please, don't make me. "

„ Would that be too much of dishonor to you for me to make you cum? " Mitch sneered, his finger replacing his tongue while he spoke. „ So fucking tired of repeating myself. Who the fuck are you? "

„ I'm CIA. I'm not lying, I swear! "

„ Bullshit. Apparently, you think I'm stupid. "

Mitch dove back into her crotch, aggressively eating her out, his tongue rubbing harsh circles to her engorged clit. Annika's head fell backward as she gave out a shriek through her teeth. Her legs quivered and her back arched to meet Mitch's mouth, movements her body was now doing instinctively whether she wanted it or not.

He could imagine what Annika must be feeling. In his mind, Mitch saw heat spreading through the blood in her veins, her gut melting inside, her mind blanking from the ecstasy. And to know he was the reason behind all of that made Mitch's heart pound in ungodly rhythm and his dick begging for the attention from the same pussy he had latched on right now.

A few more moments were all it took to get Annika where she didn't want to be taken, at least not by Mitch. As he wrapped his lips around her clit, swapping between gentle suckling and tapping it with the tip of his tongue, Annika fell back on the bed. Her eyes closed and her body convulsed, she called Mitch's name and a phrase in Persian. She breathed heavily, her chest quickly moving up and down as she gasped for air. Small, glistening pearls of sweat covered her forehead and Mitch could feel pulse thudding in the artery around her knee.

Quickly, Mitch pulled down his boxers and threw them on the floor next to Annika's clothing. Holding her hands down against the mattress, he forced her legs apart as he climbed on top of her. Annika kicked around his hips in a weak attempt to escape when Mitch prepared for the final assault, obtaining what he wanted the most.

„ You really gonna make me do it? Who are you? "

Annika didn't answer. She stared deeply into Mitch's eyes, a small gasp leaving her quivering lips while Mitch slid the tip of his dick up and down her pussy. He bent down in a sudden urge to kiss her, his stubbled chin scratching the soft skin of her face. Annika closed her eyes, their lips barely touched, slightly rubbing together before coming apart. Her lashes brushed against Mitch's cheek, the closeness of their faces was sweltering, they inhaled each other's exhale.

„ Whatever you're gonna do, that won't change anything. I'm CIA. "

Despite being dripping wet, Annika cried out loudly as Mitch roughly entered her, not letting her adjust to his size. She grabbed onto Mitch's biceps and leaned forward, her teeth grazed against his clavicle. Having sunk as deep into her as he could go, Mitch froze for a moment, enjoying the way her muscles clenched around his shaft, the heat of her depth, the walls of her pussy gripping his length. He pulled back a little before slamming into her again.

„ Oh, God... Mitch... " Annika breathed his name in a long drawn moan.

„ So God or me? Which is it? " he asked, moving away and driving back into her in long, powerful thrusts.

„ Don't... be... so rough, " Annika uttered, her breasts bouncing with his every move. „ I... can't. "

„ Oh, you can't? Speak then. Or your pussy's gonna pay for your stubbornness. "

The pleasure mixed with pain from the wound on Mitch's right side. The bandage Annika had applied had come loose and the cut ached every time Mitch moved. If Annika wanted to, she was now in a great position to cause him considerable pain. But she didn't. One of her hands was still wringing Mitch's bicep, the other one lay on the back of his neck. She shuddered as Mitch began to fuck her in an intense, carnal tempo, brutally crushing his pelvis into hers.

„ Fucking hell, how tight you are, " Mitch grunted, euphoria flooding every cell in his body.

Annika's head was thrown back into pillows, giving Mitch access to her slender neck. He planted several passionate, tracing kisses along her jawline and down her throat. Annika didn't push him away, her hand slid upwards and clutched his hair as she gasped a few words in Persian.

„ What's that language you're speaking? " Mitch asked, penetrating her deeply and sharply. „ It's Persian, isn't it? "

Annika nodded, panting audibly with every Mitch's thrust. Her hands moved to his hips and the curve of his back.

„ Slow down, Mitch! I... can't think clearly when you do that! " she heaved.

„ Oh yeah? What do you need to think about now except me stretching your pussy? Or maybe you have decided to finally confess to spying? "

„ If I tell you something, will you leave me alone? " Annika asked, her hot tighs pressing against Mitch's hips.

„ Something? No. You will tell me everything. "

Mitch looked down to see his dick sliding getting slick with her juices, sliding through her soaked folds. He felt himself twitching between her walls, a sensation he had buried the day his beloved died. Now the fact that he was not only an assassin whacked him across the head like the fist of an enemy. He was a man who needed sex as much as the next person and this woman was going to be his no matter what. Mitch began to thrust into her hard and fast, pushing into her as deep as he could go.

„ Wait... wait a minute! " Annika yelped, placing her hand on Mitch's chest. Under her palm, she must have felt his rapid heartbeat. „ Alright... okay. You're right. I'm Iranian intelligence. "

„ There we go. Should have started with that from the beginning. "

„ But... our goals are the same as yours. All we want is... to stop the hardliners from acquiring nuclear material... Mitch... " Annika moaned at his strong, non-quitting thrusts.

„ That's why you had to secretly infiltrate the CIA? "

„ They want a nuclear war with... Israel. We tried to stop them. So I... joined the CIA as an undercover agent. "

Mitch was listening to Annika, but not really. In fact, he couldn't believe they were discussing job shit now when he was balls deep into her and she was certainly enjoying it. Mitch had gotten a confession out of her, but didn't care what she had to say and why was she spying. Not at this moment, when everything about her turned him on. Her accent, her warm, soft skin, her delicate facial features, her scent, her anxiously beating heart. Nothing else mattered.

Running his hands over Annika's breasts, Mitch once again slammed his pelvis into hers. Annika screamed as he filled every inch of her pussy with his erect shaft, his dick pistoning in and out of her rigorously. Again and again. Based on her reaction, Mitch felt as if he had reached the depths and spots she didn't even know existed in her body.

„ You said you would stop! " Annika blurted, gripping his shoulders.

„ I didn't say anything. "

The world behind the door of this hotel room had ceased to exist. CIA, Hurley, Irene, Ghost, terrorism, the mission – all of that had vanished into thin air. Mitch and Annika were the only ones who were real right here and now. Mitch's mind was vacant, the only thing he could think about was the woman underneath him. He didn't care about the squeaking of the bed that shifted under their weight or the headboard banging against the wall from his powerful thrusts. The clapping of their hips overlayed their moans, pants, and gasps.

Annika had stopped cursing Mitch, the sensation he was giving her was apparently too much to resist. Her leg hugged his waist, allowing Mitch to fill her completely. His wild thrusts made her breasts flounce around in every direction and Mitch loved that she wasn't trying to cover herself and hide from him. Annika pulled him closer, her hands running over his chest and back, caressing, intentionally avoiding the injury on his side. Every time he pushed into her, Mitch could feel her stomach clench and her body growing hotter. The pleasure boiling in his pelvis made Mitch churn marvelously.

He slid his arm under Annika, hugging her back and slightly lifting her from the bed, pressing her to his chest and caressing her shoulder. His other hand moved up and down her leg in long, passionate strokes. Annika was so close Mitch could feel her heart racing manically and she, without doubt, felt his. His head dropped to the nook of her neck, kissing, tasting, nibbling. Annika gasped louder the before, her fingers gliding through Mitch's hair.

„ Goodness, Mitch... we really shouldn't be doing this... we're on a mission... can't... get distracted. "

„ On a mole mission, you mean? That's not what trustworthy agents do. I'll show you how to spy. "

„ Mitch... you're so big... so deep... I have never... " Annika couldn't finish the sentence when another Mitch's thrust made her shriek at the top of her lungs.

„ Never been fucked like this, huh? Look at me, " Mitch grabbed her chin and held her face, forcing her to look at him. „ You like a man filling your pussy, don't you? Don't dare to lie to me. "

Annika looked at him mysteriously, an unspoken confirmation lingering in her doe-like eyes. Mitch leaned in until their mouths touched. He parted Annika's lips with his own, tasting blood from the unhealed today's injuries. Annika hesitated for a while before returning the kiss, their mouths molding together perfectly. Low smacks filled the hotel room, kissing feeling even more intimate than the intercourse. Tongues entwined in a wet, salivated mess, lips breaking apart only for short bursts of air before gluing back together.

„ Come on, tell me to stop, " Mitch pressed his forehead against Annika's, his breath fanning over her face as he slid in and out of her in slow, teasing pushes. „ Yell at me to let you go. Tell me how much of a bastard am I. Swear at me, kick or something. Go on. "

Annika acted as if she hadn't heard him. Each thrust in her swollen pussy made her shiver, the gasps that left her mouth weren't under her control anymore. She nuzzled against Mitch's neck, not caring about the sharp stubble of his beard, and placed a single kiss on his Adam's apple.

„ I can't... not anymore. "

„ Why is that? " Mitch asked, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the touches of her lips.

„ It's just... too good. Damnit, Mitch... I wish I could fight you. "

Mitch stopped thrusting into her and Annika wailed in dissatisfaction. The motionlessness drove Mitch insane, yet he kept his ground. He wanted this to last as long as possible, knowing that this might be the only time they ever got together. Assassin's life was dangerous, filled with unpredictable twists and turns. Who knew when one of them could be killed. Mitch took a handful of her hair in his fist and gently, but firmly pulled her head backward.

„ You want me to fuck you? I want to hear you beg for my dick. Won't move a muscle until you do. "

Annika moved in an attempt to push her hips forward, the unexpectedly broken sex making her moody, her drenched pussy needing, wanting Mitch's manhood. He pulled away to deprive her of the sensation, almost slipping out of her. Annika hugged his waist, trying to pull him closer.

„ Mitch... come... don't stop. "

„ What? What do you want? "

„ You... fuck me, " Annika about whispered, and Mitch felt sure she had never asked that from a man before. „ Please, " she smiled like a good-mannered high society lady.

Mitch needed nothing more. He rammed back into her dripping vagina with a force that made Annika scream. Her juices splattered around his shaft, sweat pouring from their pores. Mitch's eyes roamed Annika's body, watching her face contorting with delight. The image made his mouth water and his ears ring. Their bodies collided in a perfect rhythm, mouths parting with uneven breaths, Annikas tight, moist pussy around his dick fueled the raging fire in their veins.

Due to the speed of his violent thrusts, Mitch almost couldn't see his dick as it emerged before sliding back in. Annika's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, making his shaft hit deeper at various angles. Mitch's name was on repeat in Annika's lips, her body shaking in lust, his dick rubbing against every sensitive spot she had. Mitch's hands slid all over her body, caressing her breasts, his mouth suckled on her throat, earning countless moans right into his ear.

„ Whose pussy is this? " he groaned, his dick pulsating inside her.

„ Yours, " Annika replied quietly, slowly coming undone in his arms.

„ Have you learned your lesson? That's what we do with fucking spies. "

Pleasure went off like fireworks inside Mitch's body as he felt climax approaching and judging by Annika's mewls, hers wasn't too far either. She arched to meet his thrusts, pressing closer to him, long moan filled the air. Mitch grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her hands above her head on the pillow. Annika wasn't trying to break free, the feeling of being immobilized was obviously exciting for her as well.

Mitch's face was buried in her neck, kissing and nipping the gentle skin. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. The walls of her pussy were closing around Mitch repeatedly as he pounded her relentlessly, each move sending both of them into overdrive. Annika's screams ripped through the hotel room, definitely heard by those who lived next door. As if any of them cared about that right now. Mitch felt as if he could kill anyone who came to the door of their room and asked them to stop and be quiet.

Annika's voice amplified, she moaned and gasped for air at the same time. Mitch's body strained to keep up the pounding he was giving her and it came with a cost – the wound on his ribs went from aching to stabbing pain. However, it didn't matter to him now when Annika was so close to the ending Mitch had his mind set on bringing her to. He would continue even if he was bleeding.

Something inside her snapped with an inevitable release, Mitch felt it almost physically himself. Annika trembled, her head lolled on the pillow, the dark hair messy like a bird's nest. Her toes curled into his back, Mitch's name got lost in the long-drawn, desperate groan as she came, melting in Mitch's hands. As he took in the blissful relief on her face, he could feel the pit inside him bordering on an explosion.

„ Do I cum in you? "

„ No! " Annika's eyes went from glazed and dreamy to wide open and horrified in a matter of seconds. „ Don't! Not inside me! "

„ Why not? Don't feel like pulling out, really. "

„ Don't, Mitch, I'm not taking any pills! Don't! "

For a moment Mitch contemplated ignoring her pleas. He had fucked her for a reason after all and maybe the threat of unwanted pregnancy would be a good punishment for playing a double game on CIA. Then he threw this thought out of his head. Mitch remembered he had wanted to have children with Katrina. But that was a past life long gone, a life when he was a cheerful student in love with the world. Now he had turned into something much darker, a being that had no business being a father.

He slipped out of Annika, who rolled onto her knees, pushing him down the bed. Mitch didn't mind her being in control now and he didn't even have to say a single word or give her any indications on what to do. Still aroused, Annika pushed her hair back and leaned over him, taking his dick in her mouth. Mitch gasped as her tongue swirled in circles around his sensitive tip. One of her hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking what wasn't in her mouth. The other gripped his balls, gently fonding them.

Mitch turned into a groaning mess. Annika obviously knew what she was doing and was no stranger to how to drive a man crazy. She took every inch of Mitch between her cheeks, sucking hard, her tongue moving along his length. Her head bobbed up and down, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat. Mitch lied back with his eyes closed, one of his hands buried in Annika's hair, the other squeezing bedsheets. Mitch twitched, his hips bucked and he let out a throaty moan as strings of his hot cum spurted into her mouth.

Swallowing everything Mitch gave her, Annika collapsed next to him on the bed. For good while they lay in silence next to each other naked, breathing heavily, letting the sweat on their bodies dry and their heartbeat calm. Mitch threw an arm behind his head, pushing his wet hair away from his forehead.

„ I'll have to apply a new bandage, " Annika finally said. „ You're bleeding. "

Mitch looked down at his side to see she was right. The passionate, active sex was too much for the injury to handle and it had opened. Crimson blood trickled down his ribs and slightly smeared the bedcovers.

„ Alright. Later. "

„ So what happens now? "

Mitch turned his head to look at Annika, who was gazing back at him with a request in her opaque eyes. „ Don't turn me in, " her look spoke instead of her. Earthy thoughts returned to Mitch's head, things he had vaporized from his mind for a couple of hours – mission and Ghost. He knew well this wasn't a choice. It was his obligation to inform the CIA about a mole in their agency. If someone found out he had deliberately concealed it, Mitch could get into huge trouble himself.

But wasn't he known by Hurley and Irene to be a troublemaker? Mitch always did the opposite of what he was told to do. When they said „ don't ", he did it. When they said „ stop ", he continued. When they said „ it's dangerous ", he said, „ bring it on ". To make Annika his woman and then throw her to the disfavor of the CIA like a criminal was an absurd concept. She was an agent just like Mitch. Not Hurly nor Irene had to know anything else.

„ Nothing, " Mitch answered, his tongue wetting his dry lips. „ Tomorrow we'll meet up with Hurley and go after Ghost. As if nothing happened. "

Naked and gorgeous, Annika rolled to her side and gratefully smiled at him.