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He cursed and pulled out before I could fully come down.
“Knees,” he rasped, spinning me around by the hair. Immediately dropping down, I let out a soft hiss as my knees hit the concrete.
“Mouth.”
As soon as my lips parted, his slippery dick was hitting the back of my throat. Gagging, I gripped his thighs and let him fuck my mouth, taking him as deep as I could, sucking my juices and come off him.
His cock jerked twice. He let out an almost inaudible groan as I hungrily swallowed every drop of come that shot into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip to make sure I got all of the salty fluid off.
When he pulled away I rolled my lips together. Clasping my hands together in my lap, I gazed up at him as he tucked himself away, all the while looking down at me. Both of us fought to keep our chests of heaving breaths quiet.
Holding my hands out in front of me, I stared at the blood coating them and thought how terribly wrong Tito was when he said I wasn’t afraid of anything. I remembered my father saying I would be eaten alive by my sins.
I hated that one was wrong and one was right.
This—whatever this feeling was between us—was terrifying. It was growing at a disturbingly rapid rate. Was it possible to fall this fast? Could I stop it? Did I even want to?
It felt instinctive, like breathing. It was completely unexpected and unexplainable. He made me feel so much inside my chest, feel things that were indefinable.
I was hurtling head over heels—obsessively, addictively, stupidly, over-emotionally hurtling. This would be about the time it was smart to run away from him as fast as I could, but like a suicidal moth to an eternal flame, I moved closer.
His clean hands covered my filthy ones and he helped me up. When he touched his forehead to mine, I knew I was doomed.
Romero was an inferno of tantalizing sin, and I wanted him branded on every inch of my skin.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It took a lot to impress me but Cali had been doing just that from the moment we met.
She reminded me of a lioness, stunning and fierce as fuck. Now I understood why her skin was white as snow: it was a canvas meant to be cove
red in red. She looked like a goddess covered in blood, a homicidal angel with devil horns.
She surpassed my expectations and passed her first test. I had to be sure she wasn’t with The Order, and now I knew. Her hatred was a beautiful tool. Her pain was power.
There was no way to fake her kind of madness. I could see it boiling beneath her surface, eager to emanate. I didn’t need to push her into it; it already swam in her veins.
“So the madness got her, too,” Grimm mused, staring across the room to where Arlen was sleeping on the sofa.
“If she wasn’t with The Order, she was with another group,” Cobra theorized, blowing out a ring of smoke. “A group that either isn’t up to par on this century or they were keeping shit from her—specifically, shit about us. We all know she didn’t end up in those woods by accident.”
I crossed my arms and nodded. I wanted to know who kept her so sheltered that she didn’t know the one thing about me the entire world seemed to know. Unless she was as skilled in the department of duplicity as I was, then she truly was clueless. It was both a blessing and a curse for her to be so naïve. The blessing was, of course, in my favor. I was going to take everything she had to offer until I possessed her mind, body, and soul.
The feeling she invoked in me was primal.
If I was a shark, she was the blood in the water. I was the wolf and she was the rabbit. I wanted her so immersed in me that when she was faced with truth of my world, she would be immobilized.
“She’s…” Cobra trailed off, stubbing out his joint.
“Childishly maniacal,” I finished for him, opening a cabinet.
“Yeah, that.”
Handing him a bowl, I rolled my shoulders. “I don’t think that’s intentional.” I leveled him with a look that warned him to choose his next words carefully.
“I’m not judging; I was just pointing out your girl might be crazier than you.”
“David had her cut out of her mother’s stomach and raised her on his own. Who the fuck knows what went on during that time? She wasn’t fucked up when we saw her; maybe it’s her head’s safe place,” Grimm said. “Are we sure we want to deal with this?”
