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His words haunt me, and I sigh inside. I will be no different, so I may as well enjoy this while it lasts.
I trace the tattoo of an angel’s wings on his chest and impulsively press my lips to the inscription above it.
“What does this say?”
“Guard my heart well.”
I lift my eyes to his and a flicker of pain sparkles in his eyes and he sighs.
“The wings belong to an angel, my mom. The inscription shows she took my heart with her when she died.”
His words are like razors to my own heart, slashing it open, raw and bloodied, and I whisper, “My father died too. It’s a lot to deal with.”
He strokes my hair and says gruffly, “Your father chose to leave you. My mother did not.”
Simple words that have a huge effect and I remember how angry Apollo was on the subject.
“I still love him.” I say simply, refusing to deny him my grief.
Adonis shrugs. “I never said you didn’t, but he doesn’t deserve your tears. He left you. He was weak.”
“Fuck you, Adonis.” I sit up, my eyes blazing with fury, and I hate that he chuckles softly.
I make to stand, and he catches my wrist and pulls me down beside him and rolls over, pinning me under his huge body.
He grips my face and stares deep into my eyes and hisses, “I would never leave my family willingly. It’s the coward’s way out and if he was alive, I would kill him again for my pleasure for putting you through so much pain. He is a disgrace. He left you to pick up his shit and I will never understand a man like that.”
The tears slide from my eyes as his words pierce my fragile heart and I picture my family when he was alive. We were happy, or so I thought, but there were many times he scared the hell out of me.
Adonis says roughly, “What about your mom, being sent mad with her grief? Your brother Troy on a vengeful path that almost cost you your life.”
Wait what?
I open my eyes in shock and note the thunderous expression in his as he hisses, “You could have been left with nothing. He didn’t consider that when he took a bullet to his brain. You wonder how I can kill people in cold blood. You probably think I’m a monster for detaching my heart and shying away from emotion.”
He grasps my hand and presses it to his heart, and it beats hard against my hand as he hisses, “My heart was taken on an angel’s wings. My mom was murdered because of who my father is. The business we are in has many enemies, which is why we have moved away from running a mafia family. We have legitimate businesses now but will never turn our backs on those who need our services. We kill to remove despicable people from this earth so they can’t hurt another family. We are vengeful for a reason, and I would kill a million men who deserve it just to save one more innocent heart from breaking.”
I don’t have time to process his words before his mouth crashes onto mine in a frenzied passion. He isn’t soft, he’s brutal. My lips tingle as he sucks them hard, biting the soft flesh and using his tongue to invade every inch of my mouth. I taste myself on him, my fragile desire that has brought me to this point, and yet I kiss him back with even more lust than before. He is a warrior, a vengeful, damaged god, who has more emotion in him than I have ever seen in one person.
Now I understand his reasons it breaks my heart and rather than be repelled by a man like him, it only makes him more beautiful in my eyes.
Kissing Adonis is like one big, dirty, beautiful secret you want to shout from the rooftops but don’t want getting out at all. He is a conflicted, dangerous secret, a guilty pleasure and a red flag wrapped in desire. I should hate him for what he’s just said, but I loved it at the same time. There is something so irresistible about raw emotion and he is not holding back. He says he has none. I disagree. He has more emotion than anyone I have ever met and my heart breaks for him.
I kiss him with more passion than I have ever demonstrated before, and as his cock rubs against my pussy, I sigh with pleasure.
He doesn’t even waste words and reaches for his jeans, tearing another condom open with his teeth and pressing it into my hands.
He stares into my eyes with a command that has me fumbling to protect us both and as I reach the base of his huge cock, he wastes no time in grabbing my wrist and holding it above my head as he slides into my already swollen pussy.
It feels different this time. A different angle perhaps, but the intensity is still there. The raw passion in his eyes is incredible as he watches my reaction and I bite my lip as he powers in harder. Scraping my tender walls and reminding me that he owns me now.
He thrusts harder, deeper and stares into my eyes the entire time with a promise that we stop when he says so. There are no sweet words whispered in my ear. Just a declaration with his eyes and his cock, leaving me in no doubt of his intentions.
His other hand moves lower and his thumb presses against my clit, stimulating me to cry out as my body wastes no time in coming apart for him. I shudder as I clench his cock, his low groan giving me more pleasure knowing I am the cause of it.
He moves harder, deeper, as he basks in my orgasm, knowing he created it. His eyes flash as he comes hard, pushing in further, losing control for just a second.
I watch in stunned admiration as his eyes close and the muscles clench in his jaw as he releases inside the condom that is being tested to its limit. He is a beautiful man, and I could stare at him all day and night and as his muscles ripple against my skin, I sense the power of him. This is downright basic and raw and yet the most beautiful experience of my life.
