Hard lips pressed against the side of my throat. Against my pulse. The kisses carved a path to my collarbone, then back to the crook where my neck met with jaw.
Words whispered against my ear. “Look at me. Look at who’s inside you, who’s claiming you. There’s no escape now.”
I turned my head and met his gaze. Black. Unholy. Beautiful. Heat blistered in his dark gaze. It was full of possession. This man was as obsessed with me as I was with him.
What have we done?
As if in answer to my horrified realization, he slammed into my pulsing channel. His fingers wrapped around my throat, controlling the air to my lungs. He pumped into me with hard, shallow thrusts.
I gasped, but only when he let me.
Moonlight shivered in the distance.
There was only one way to read his body language. He was the dominant, and he could kill me just as easily as he could make me come.
Inside, my throbbing muscles spasmed. Another release built. Between us, his fingers never stopped stroking and rubbing my clit. The pleasure was so intense that it was nearly painful. I watched him as I held onto his arm, my legs strainingaround his. There wasn’t time to recover from the first release before another orgasm exploded inside me.
At the same moment I shattered into another million pieces, his body went rigid. His nostrils flared. A stifled roar seethed through his clenched teeth. Inside me, his cock slammed deep. Then twitched. Then shot hot cum inside me.
In a burst of insanity, I cursed the condom he wore.
If this was to be our only time, I wanted his flesh bare against mine. I wanted to be drenched with his seed. Hell, I wanted the clothing gone, so I could feel his body sweating and hot against mine.
That trail of thought soured the moment. We were together, breathing hard, trembling in the wake of our collision, but we weren’t at the same time. There were still numerous obstacles between us, and the clothing plus the condom made that line in the sand crystal clear.
I wasn’t his, and he wasn’t mine.
Chapter 17 – Nico
“Ican’t believe we did that,” Rae muttered.
Buttoning my shirt, I shot her a side glance as she tugged her shorts over her hips. “Regretting it already, cherry-bomb?”
She snorted and lifted her hands. “Hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had.” One hand raised. “With the boss’s son?”
“Grandson,” I corrected, already feeling my heart sink.
Shooting to her feet, she brushed the grass off her arms. Pieces stuck to the lace of her bra, but she tugged the tee over her head before I could help her.
“Yeah, well, now I have to go back to work and not look at your package.” She gave me a pointed look before walking back toward the tourist trap.
Porca puttana!
Tonight was supposed to prove to this intoxicating woman how obsessed I was with her. I blew off a meeting with my grandfather and a business associate. The tracker in Rae’s truck led me from the heart of Boston, where she’d hopped on a bus. Before I realized she was sightseeing, I expected the worst, that she was running.
And I wasn’t in a position to drag her back to the city—where she belonged.
I debated kidnapping her and keeping her prisoner in a luxurious brownstone. But in my gut, I knew she wouldn’t thank me for it. If I was the don, there would be no question in my mind. I would make her my queen. She would never scrub another floor or wipe the rim of a toilet. Was it too soon to make such a bold statement? No.Fuckno. I was obsessed.
But the damn timing wasn’t right for those kind of villainous actions, so that left me keeping her hidden until I could publicly claim her or letting her run away, but with the full intention of chasing her down and dragging her back in the future.
Luckily for me, neither of those were choices I had to make. My sweet, southern bloom was out for a night of fun.
At a fucking corny historical ghost tour.
Maybe it was the brutal training my father subjected me to as a lad, but no supernatural haunt could frighten me…. Except the image of Rae having fun with other men.
The way she’d smiled at them from stop to stop.
