Just as the zipper in my jeans slides into place, Justine asks, “What happened last night? Why can’t I remember anything?”
I throw a shirt over my head before bracing a knee on the mattress. “After you fainted, Dok checked you over. He guaranteed you weren’t concussed but suggested we give you something to take the edge off.” When my lips curve into a playful grin, lust seeps beneath her skin, giving her pasty-white coloring a cock-thickening pink hue. “I gave you something.”
“You gave me something?” She is as breathless now as she was when ogling my six-pack. “What exactly did you give me that knocked me out for over twelve hours?”
I wink at her, not buying her flustered routine. I may have given her Xanax, but she downed vodka like a real-life bratva queen. “You weren’t knocked out,Ahren. You were alert.” I wiggle my brows as my smile inches higher. “Not overly lucid, but very much alert.”
She hears something in my tone I didn’t mean to give away. “Oh my god. Did we...” She coughs to clear her throat, “... have sexual relations?”
I throw my head back and laugh. If she wants me to believe her innocent act, she needs to switch the gleam in her eyes to a more saintly one. “It’s called sex,Ahren. Just don’t call it making love, as every man knows love is just lust misspelled.”
Justine rolls her eyes, pretending her clit didn’t get a second pulse from the gravelly delivery of my words. “Did we sleep together? As in, have...sex?”
I tilt closer to her, amplifying her seductive scent that’s begging me to tell Roman he can fuck his ideas on how we keep her safe. If I don’t seal this deal soon, Vladimir will be more suspicious than trusting.
“Are you sore,Ahren?”
Justine’s throat works through a hard swallow before she answers, “No… but what does that have to do with anything?”
A squeal similar the one she sings during ecstasy ripples through her lips when I catch her ankle to pull her to my side of the mattress. As I climb up her body, I suck in her scent like an addict sniffing freshly cut coke. When her pure smell floods my nostrils, blood rushes to my cock, making it dig into the heat causing my recklessness.
My balls grow heavy with need when the rock of my hips causes Justine to release a shallow moan. She’s quick to shut her mouth, but not quite quick enough for this sly fox.
“Are you sore,Ahren?” I repeat, my voice as deep as I want to be buried inside of her.
I rock against her again, forcing the moan she’s holding back to seep through her parted lips. It’s a teasing, sultry groan that has me fighting not snap off her panties and bury myself ball deep inside of her.
I would if Roman’s words weren’t playing through my head on repeat.
You are, but is Justine.
As soon as you show an interest, he will take her. He’ll make her his.
You saw what happened the last time she tussled with a mafia prince. Do you really want to put her through that again?
The anger surging through me has me taking it out on the wrong person. Justine doesn’t seem to mind. The instant my teeth scrape her bottom lip, the warmth stealing my senses scolds my cock with its fiery heat. My bite isn’t painful, but it’s a clear sign I’m pulling her into a world as violent and bloody as the one she’s endeavoring to save her brother from.
When Justine responds to my viciousness in a favorable manner, I slide my tongue between her parted lips. Her moan blindsides me, as does the taste of her mouth. Not an ounce of the vodka she downed last night is noticeable. She tastes sweet and innocent, an odd but highly craved banquet.
“Ah, fuck, woman, I didn’t possibly think you could get any tastier,” I growl over her lips before dueling my tongue with hers.
I kiss her almost violently. It’s a filthy kiss that is as ravishing as it is arousing. It tells her everything I plan to do to her body, and precisely how I am going to do it.
Justine returns my kiss just as messily. She doesn’t just use her mouth to kiss, though. She uses her entire body. Her soft curves caress my hard bumps, and her hands are as adventures as her tongue. The sexy movements of her lips steal the air from my lungs as quickly as they revitalize the oxygen in my veins.
For a woman who seems more shy than outlandish, she sure knows how to kiss. I am an adrenaline junkie. I’ll do anything for a high, but this is by far the most addictive thing I’ve ever done.
Needing to breathe before I pass out, I drag my tongue along the roof of Justine’s mouth before tugging on her lower lip with my teeth. They’re swollen with need, although nowhere near as thick as they’ll be after she sucks my cock.
“What drug could make you forget that?”
“None,” Justine replies without pause for consideration. She’s as breathless as me, and just as sweaty, but it has nothing on the look she’ll wear once I claim her as mine.
“Then there’s your answer,Ahren.” My eyes float between her hooded-gaze and her sexy-as-fuck lips. “If a kiss can make you forget your own name, imagine what a night of fucking will do.”
The sharp breath she sucks in is more revealing than her wholesome eyes. She may have tussled with a mafia prince before, but she’s never been fucked by one.
The pink hue on her cheeks shifts from excited to embarrassed when I track my finger over the bite mark in her shoulder. “You ran the gauntlet instead of running to Dimitri’s bed.” I keep my tone calm and without anguish even though I’m feeling anything but. I’ve heard of the Petretti’s doing stunts like this before; if you deny them, you’ll face their wrath, but this is the first time I’ve seen the results firsthand. “He’s the reason you’re marked.”
