Page 160 of Unlock My Heart

He extends the pick, handle-side out.

“You’re sick.” My clit pounds in rhythm with my accusation.

“Dark calls to dark. Match my dark, baby,” he challenges.

The ice pick is now in my right hand, and I hover it over my left palm. Snapping my eyes closed, I bring the sharp end into my flesh, wincing at the bite of pain. A small bead of red appears, and I make a fist.

Fabien makes a very male sound of approval, and we shake on it in blood.

I yelp when he jerks my palm to his mouth, his tongue lapping at the crimson.

“Deranged,” I breathe on a shudder as I launch myself at him and kiss him with everything I’ve got, the metallic taste of our blood combined on my tongue.

With the most tortured groan I’ve ever heard, Fabien pulls back. “Don’t do this to me unless you’re ready.”

I sigh, knowing damn well that me and this man has and will always be a foregone conclusion. “Otherwise.”

A sexy grin pulls at his lips. “Then you know what else I want to hear.”

It’s the same question he asked me after our very first date, and I respond, unequivocally, with the same answer. “I’m choosing you, Fabien Calvani. So let’s see what you’ve got.”

“About fucking time.” He yanks me into his arms as I hop up and wrap my legs around his waist, and we attack each other with our mouths. “My room or yours?” He says between desperate kisses.

“Our room.”

He growls his approval, palming my ass as he carries me down the hallway, and to what I once considered his room. Dark sheets and masculine smell, with a twinge of gunpowder clinging to us, reminding me this isn’t safe.

Who fucking cares? Safety will never be guaranteed in this world, and if I’m honest, do I even want it? As dysfunctional as it is, safe would bore me to tears.

Besides, who’s going to torture this man better than me?

“That idiotic plan of yours, I should make you crawl until you bleed for even considering it.” I growl against Fabien’s mouth, and he eagerly swallows it.

He pulls back, cradling my cheek in his hand, and I lean into his touch. “Let me fuck you sweetly, and then you can punish me all night long.”

I raise an eyebrow. “All night long?”

He runs his tongue along his teeth, and a dizzying feeling of lust overtakes me.“All. Night. Long.”

“Fabien, please fuck me sweetly,” I beg.

He groans low and slow. “I waited so long for this, and now I’m afraid I won’t last long.”

My forehead falls to his. “It’ll be perfect because it’s us.”

Fabien releases a tortured breath. “Please don’t make me come in my pants.”

“Then get inside me already.”

His chest rumbles with laughter as he tosses me on the bed. After I stop bouncing, I rise to my knees and tear off my clothes, watching him do the same. I’m so keyed up, I don’t need foreplay; just Fabien.

We’re both naked, and my husband falls on top of me, and I spread my legs wide as his cock inches its way inside.

“Fabien, wait, you’re still too big.” My entire body tenses.

That gets a cocky grin from him.

“I know, I know. It’ll fit,” I say, deadpan.