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“Not broody. Just thinking.”
Her wet, warm mouth glides along my skin, making a slow ascent up the column of my throat. “Mm, right. Do you ever get out of your head?”
“I think I remember asking you something similar not too long ago.”
She grins, her lips curling against me. The slightest scrape of her teeth against my stubble makes me hiss, my hand lashing out and fisting in her hair. Holding her still. Her smile widens, the flat of her tongue caressing where I’ve trapped her in short, pointed flicks.
All I can think about is how it’d feel lapping at my cock, how I’d have her lick me from my balls to the tip and then thrust inside her mouth without preamble. How it’d feel to make her choke on me.
I stiffen inside my boxers, the warmth of her pussy scorching where it connects with my hip, her tongue sending pinpricks of euphoria down my spine. She sinks her teeth into the skin just beneath my ear, and my eyes roll back in my head as if possessed.
“Juliet.” My voice is higher than usual, tight and strained as if undergoing torture.
“Hm?” She hums, dragging her teeth down and starting her descent. Shifting, she throws her other leg over me and settles down on my dick, her arousal seeping through the thin material separating us.
Fisting the bedsheets, I let out a soft moan as she rocks over me. Resistance feels futile. “I can fucking smell you, kitten.”
Those mesmerizing, glassy eyes shine down at me—a startling contrast from the sad soul I’ve come to know within these four walls. Something has changed, although I can’t really be surewhat, because she doesn’t ever want to talk.
Not that I particularly want to listen, but still. Our dynamic is shifting, turned on its axis, and I find myself struggling to keep up. We still haven’t gone on the date she owes me, nor has she gotten back her locket from me.
So far, all I’ve done is mock her, harass her, drug her, and kill for her. It’s the last bit that frightens me.
You can’t keep killing for others.My father’s words from the night after The Bar incident ring in my ears, and my fingers dig into her fleshy hips involuntarily.What do you get out of it?
I couldn’t tell him about the secret satisfaction in serving the ultimate piece of justice, because as longtime mafia associates, we’re not supposed to feel connected to the evil things we have to do. They’re supposed to be a means to an end, a way for us to maintain power and influence in town and uphold generational wealth.
But fuck, if putting a bullet in the man who touched Juliet didn’t blind me with pleasure.
“You know,” she says, gently dragging her nails down the lines of my chest, over my abdomen, toying with the waistband of my underwear. She looks so fucking angelic sitting on top of me, breasts perky and pink and proud, unabashed in her truest form. Like she trusts me, trusts that I like what I’m seeing. “I canfeelyou. If you deny me again, I might have to castrate you.”
My hands snake up her sides, coming around and moving over each breast. They’re delectable handfuls, their weight heavy against my palms, and I brush my thumb over the piercings, loving how it makes her shudder. “Do you think there’s a reason I deny you?”
Her chin tilts up and her eyelids grow heavy. “I’m sure there is, but it’s probably a bad one.”
“Or maybe it’s for your safety.” Rolling one nipple in my palm, I sit up slightly and lean forward, sucking the opposite one into my mouth. I lave over it, pulling it between my teeth, and press a hand into her back as it arches into me.
“Maybe you should stop being so concerned about keeping me safe, and just do what feels good.” On a gasp, her hands fly to my hair and tangle in the dark strands, fitting more of her tit into my mouth. I suck harder, until it feels like I could yank the piercing free and she’s writhing, pussy dripping on me.
Releasing her with a succulent pop, I trail my tongue to the other peak and repeat the process, my dick pulsing with each little whimper that falls from her mouth.Fuck, I want her bad.
But the evil inside me refuses to cooperate.
Just when I think she might come from the stimulation alone, I pull back, pressing the softest kiss to the silver bar splitting her nipple. “I have to go.”
Her eyebrows draw inward as she glares at me, coming down from her high. “Why do you even bother coming here if you aren’t going to fuck me?”
“Itoldyou why.”
“Well, stop.” She slides off my lap, yanking the comforter over her exposed body. Internally, my entire body aches at the loss, at the sight of my briefs, damp from her, but I ignore it. “I didn’t ask you to be my bodyguard. Elia has plenty of those.”
Swiping a hand down my face, I sigh and throw my legs over the side of the bed. “Okay. I’ll stop coming by, then. You’re right, you probably don’t need the extra protection.”
“Whatever.” She scoffs, resurrecting her defenses; a wall goes up between us, taller than I’m used to navigating. I get to my feet as she rolls onto her side away from me and pulls the covers to her chin. “I’m sure you have other sluts that need your attention anyway.”
This is exactly what you wanted.The fear, the hatred, the strength in her sadness. In her emotions. Whatever shell she’s concocted in the past couple of weeks just hides her secrets, and I’m fucking tired of trying to figure out the truths she keeps tucked close to her chest.
Tired of trying to figure out if she’s the enemy or just a miserable girl with no one to love her the way she deserves.
