“I have missed this,” he whispers in my ear as he starts pounding into me faster. As our bodies dance together, surrendering to the lust that has overcome us, I am made aware that this has been predestined. Predetermined by Carmine himself. He has longed for this, waited, plotted for this.
He has killed for this.
Killed for me.
Whatever this is. Whatever it is that he is hiding from me, whatever it is that he thinks he needs from me scares me, but not enough to run away. His intentions may be more sinister than I had realized, but he has unlocked something in me.
Before I can respond to him, he is thrusting into me with such a level of intensity that it is as though he is solidifying a pact, we have made with the Devil himself. I can feel him start to pulse as he fills me. It’s then, I realize, maybe I was meant for this life. Danger doesn’t deter me. The unknown doesn’t scare me if I’m with him, whoever he really is. Not knowing every inch of his corrupt soul is what scares me.
Chapter42
Carmine
The view of Sienna on all fours, surrendering her body to me, is the only view I want to indulge my eyes in for the rest of my days. Her curves are a hill I would die climbing, gasping for air, wrapping myself in her sultry imperfections. How long I have waited to have her close enough and willing to be in my now wicked presence. It’s a surreal reality that I will stop at nothing to maintain.Absolutely nothing.
I have spent the better part of eternity fantasizing about the curves that were just crashing against my skin, giving me a euphoric high only a goddess like herself can give. Every moment I am in her presence, she makes my dead soul come to life.
My hands still dig into her hips as I finish spilling my venom into her. As the poison leaves my body, my grip tightens as every drop of my release flows inside of her, staining her soul.
I finally pull out of her, as much as it kills me. A mischievous grin forms as I take note of her glistening, damp reminder all over my cock. I feel power surge to my ego, seeing that, despite our unorthodox relationship, I make her drip for me like she does. The way I make her moan when she bursts in pleasure for me is something that fucker Leo was never able to do. Or Eric, for that matter. That, I am certain of.
No foolish ex from her adolescence or pathetic attempt in her present can ever come close to doing to her body what I have. What I was made to do to her. I am emerging from my dead conscience, a new and rising king on a quest. Fucking her senseless is a part of that, while still executing my plan for revenge and redemption at her feet.
I know she is confused, even conflicted, about me. I don’t blame her. I have left her with many questions and few answers. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that this doesn’t make sense, that we don’t make sense. But that’s the thing with chemistry. It doesn’t have to make sense to make it feel good.
I watch her with hungry eyes as she gathers her clothes from the floor.
“Couldn’t get enough of me from last night?” she jokingly asks as she slips back into her clothes.
“You are incredible, you know that?” I ask her, but it’s really a statement.
“I know I am, but why do you think so?” she praises herself confidently, just as she should.
“Well, for one, you fuck like a goddess, and it amazes me how you haven’t run yet.” I smirk.
“Why, do you want me to run?” she teases.
“No, never again.” The words slip from my mouth, and I instantly feel my insides churning, trying to grasp the words to take back. I look up to Sienna, trying to read her, hoping my careless slip goes over her head. She squints her eyes at me, clearly hanging on to every syllable I just said.Fuck. I know that look, that’s not good. I need to think fast.
Sienna licks her lips slightly before opening her mouth. My palms are clammy. I debate interrupting her with anything, a kiss, another lie. Anything to distract her.
“Again?” She emphasizes the word.
“I didn’t mean to say that,” I lie.
“Yes, you did. I know your type.”
No, you don’t.
“You say what you mean, you mean what you say, no matter how you choose to say it. You may sprinkle truths here and there, afraid if you engage with your feelings too much that your tough exterior will crumble. I may need to dig deep, but the truth is there.”
There she is, my quick-witted minx.
“I just meant that I enjoy this, whatever this is, and I don’t want—” I begin, but I’m surprised by her direct demeanor as she cuts me off.
“To run away like she did, whoever she is?” she asks.
Mi reina, there is no one except you.No one could ever take hold of my heart or cock the way she has. She does things to me that she doesn’t even know of. If that makes me crazy, so fucking be it. I will gladly lay my psychotic freak flag at her feet. Because that’s what she makes me: fucking crazy.
