I chuckle darkly. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Once I’ve gotten to nine, her needy noises and pussy shining at me like the beacon of salvation I know it will be when I finally sink into her, I gather both her wrists in one hand and hold them against the headboard with mine. Fisting my cock with my free hand, I swipe my swollen head through her dripping pussy from front to her back, slicking my cock in her arousal and applying slight pressure as I use the head to coat her back hole.
“I want to devastate this tight hole.” She shudders and pushes back, spurring me on. “Not tonight, but maybe the next time I hate-fuck you.”
“If there even is a next time and I don’t die of being edged first,” she groans out between choppy breaths.
“The only way you’re going to die is from being fucked to death,” I say as I position myself at her entrance and then without warning grab both of her hips and slam into her.
She cries out until she’s hoarse, but then she bucks back against me, moving her hips and chanting, “Please, please, please.”
I let go of one hip and reach around to play with her clit, alternating between firm, slow circles and quickly rubbing her, matching the tempo of my thrusts. I don’t want to hold on much more, and she’s almost there. I can hear it. Feel it in the swell of her and the way her body trembles.
“You ready to come for me like a good girl? Let me fill you up and leak out of you?”
“Fuck yes, Raf!” she exclaims as she shatters around me, throwing her head back, an invitation for me to gather her hair in one fist and rut into her until I explode on a groan, pulling her body up against me and turning her head so I can feel her sweet lips on mine. Needing the tenderness of the kiss to quell the burn of something foreign yet all so familiar being fanned within me.
Fuck. I think I just gave the devil the keys to the kingdom, and now there’s no going back.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hurts So Good
Raf
There’swarmth radiating through my chest, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon filling my nose, and something firm pressed against my morning wood. It feels heavenly, and I loathe to leave the spot, yet the buzzing on my nightstand wakes me, snapping me back to reality. I’ve only been asleep a few hours, but it’s felt like the deepest, most peaceful sleep I’ve had in a long time. I’ve trained myself to be immune to a lot of things when it comes to warm and fuzzy emotions, but there is no denying that I’m waking up feeling more alive than I should given how little sleep I’ve had because I am curled around the body of the woman who gave me full permission to own, mark, and consume her body last night. Now in the early morning light, I must remember it for what it was—a one-time thing.
I gently extricate myself from her, and she gives a little moan at the loss of me but burrows down under the covers and stays in her slumber. I exhale softly, because I need amoment to recharge my willpower given how fucking immaculate her lightly golden skin and dark hair look against the powdery white of my bed linen.
I grab my phone and look at the latest messages that have come through.
Seb:
Marco has now been assigned to room 13. Visitors welcome.
Luca:
Arabella is gone. Took her private jet and just left. Just thought you should know so you can tell Chiara. I’m sure she’s still welcome to stay at Arabella’s, but maybe she might want to look at another housing option.
AJ:
Shooter is in the wind. We need to talk.
Dad:
Buckle up, son, we’ve got a big case on our hands. We start next week. How is the Gigioliotti girl? Please tell me you were smart…
Fuck. I decide I need a shower before I can deal with any or all of that. As I’m standing under the shower, reveling in the dawn breaking outside, I realize something else. I took Chiara bare, didn’t even think to use a condom, even though I’ve never had unprotected sex before, not even when I was with Victoria. She was petrified of getting pregnant even on birth control, so she made me wear one every time.Steam swirls around me as I let the hot water rain down, praying it will go some way to release the tension that now lines my neck, shoulders, and down my back. My actions over the last few hours have compromised the fortress I’ve built to shield myself from the big feelings that threaten to spill through the cracks if I’m not careful. It can’t happen again.
As if the temptress can read my thoughts, I hear the faintest creak of the shower door. I know it’s her, and those fucking cracks widen as she steps in behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her naked body flush with mine. I don’t so much as flinch to acknowledge her existence, but the same can’t be said for my traitorous dick, which is thickening by the second, anticipating giving her his full attention. She strums her nails up and down my stomach with a whisper of a touch, moving even lower to meet my needy dick rising despite how hard the rest of me is trying to ignore her presence. She accepts his invitation, and ever so lightly brushes her fingertips along my shaft, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to my back. I may have the reputation of being a hard man to read, but right now I’m finding it incredibly difficult to remain stoic under her tender touch. I let her turn me around so we’re facing each other, but I lift my face into the stream of water, hoping it will work in the same way that water torture does and will stop me from making any more terrible decisions when it comes to her.
“Please stop shutting me out,” she says, standing on her tiptoes so she can wrap her arms around my neck. I let her, but when she goes to kiss me, I turn my face and give her my cheek.
“We didn’t use protection last night,” I huff tersely, which earns me her husky giggle.
“I’m on birth control,” she says as she goes to seek my lips again, and I give her my other cheek instead, exhaling in relief.
If I taste her sweet lips again, I’ll be done for, but none of this deters her. Instead, she places a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my cheek, continuing along my jaw, down the column of my throat, over my chest and down my stomach, lowering herself to her knees. I finally look down to find her iridescent eyes shining upwards. Heat, hunger, need, and defiance written all over her face.
