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I never get to finish though. Or even start, really. He’s on me so fast I’m still taking a breath in to continue speaking. The door slams shut, and I’m pressed against it, Cristiano against me, one hand in my hair tugging my head back and the other sliding under my hoodie to close around the curve of my hip.
“Do you ever just shut up?” he growls the question into my mouth before he kisses me so hard, all I can do is suck in his whiskey breath and feel his soft lips. “You shouldn’t have come down here,” he says, kissing me harder, pushing my pants down just far enough that they slip off my hips and pool around my ankles. “You’re going to make me do things you don’t want me to do.”
My eyelids fly open to find his eyes on me as he slips his hand between my legs and cups the crotch of my panties.
I gasp.
We stand there like that for a long minute just staring at each other. My hands rest on his chest but don’t push him away. He’s about an inch from my face, barely, and he looks fucked up. Not angry. Something else. Just messed up.
“You shouldn’t have come down here,” he growls again.
“Let me go and I’ll go away.”
“Too late for that,” he pauses, his fingers moving a little. “I haven’t had a woman in ten years.”
I swallow and push against him, knowing I won’t be able to budge him, still not sure I want to.
He moves his hand a little, sliding it up over my panties and to my belly. The pads of his fingers are rough against my skin. My hands curl around his shoulders but I’m not sure if it’s to hurt him, to get him off me, or what. But if I’m hurting the shoulder he dislocated, he doesn’t seem to care.
“Ten years,” he repeats.
He slips his hand into the waistband of my panties and I gasp as his fingers curl into the little mound of hair there, then down. Down to my sex. A sound comes from deep inside his chest. Something animal.
“Cristiano—” I start, his name a breathy whisper.
“And what do I get?” He moves his fingers a little and my mouth falls open to take in a shallow breath. “A virgin.”
I swallow hard because his thumb is on my clit and two fingers are smearing my wetness onto me.
“A virgin when what I need is to fuck a whore.”
I gasp but when he takes my lower lip between his teeth, I close my eyes and let my head fall back. He releases my lip and kisses my neck, leaving a trail of small bites to my ear.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he whispers.
I should stop him. Drag his arm off me. But his fingers are doing something to my clit that feels better than when I do it to myself. His hand is so big, the pads of his fingers rougher than my own fingers, and I’m already soaked. Needy. So needy.
But then he pulls his hand out of my panties and steps back.
I stumble forward on an exhale of air I’d been holding. He catches me, sets his hands on the neck of my hoodie and in an instant, it’s off. Ripped in two, sliding off my arms.
“What—”
I look down at the ruined top, then back at him.
He glances down at my breasts which are exposed now. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I’m a B-cup on a really, really good day and today isn’t one of those days. My first thought—because I’m a dummy—is to wonder if he’s disappointed. Although it’s not the first time he’s seen them, but that time was different. Very different.
I move to cover them, but he takes hold of my hands, bringing my arms to my sides and looks again. It’s a moment before he shifts his gaze back to my eyes, my mouth. He smears his fingers across my lips, and I taste myself. I should be outraged. Humiliated.
“Open your mouth.”
I swallow.
“I said open your mouth.”
I lick my lips and do as he says. He pushes a finger into my mouth.
“Suck.”
I do. I have to.
His breathing is ragged, eyes dark. He tastes like me.
“Fuck, Scarlett.” He pulls his finger out and kisses me hard. There’s something urgent about the kiss. Something possessive and hungry.
“I’m going to devour you,” he says, then draws back just a little, eyes on me as he crouches down. Placing one knee on the floor, I watch his dark hair as he peels my panties down, exposing me, taking the time to slide them all the way to the floor. His knuckles whisper along my skin before he helps me step out of them.
I feel exposed and shiver when he pushes two fingers of each hand into my triangle of hair then down to spread my lower lips.
