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Salvatore
Fuck, I love how alarmed she looks right now. Trying to be strong when it comes to whatever unfinished shit between us is holding her back. The mask and armor she wears is finally cracking. I listened to everything she told me. Her stories of her and Iggy brought a pang to my chest. I want to meet my son; I want to be a part of his life. I don’t care how. The Company brings me all over the world but maybe I can try to arrange something with her. I want her in my life, and Iggy. But could she ever fall for a deranged asshole like me? I’m on the road most of the year, maybe I can scale back and delegate for her. Fuck I need her, more than I want to admit to myself.
“Are you staying outside or what?” I growl out, okay maybe I should try to be a little nicer, she’s still scared shitless when it comes to us.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I’m coming, asshole,” she says through gritted teeth, reaching behind her to grab her bag from the back. I grin, I really like it when she calls me asshole.
Without saying another word Pax helps me carry the bags inside, I watch her walk in those tight black jeans swinging her hot ass from left to right, making me hard as steel. I kick the door shut with my boot and lean against it watching her take off her leather jacket. The white Henley she’s wearing strains over her breasts.
“Do you think we’re going to make it by Saturday?” she asks, not paying any attention to me.
“I’m planning on it,” I rasp. When she was asleep, I talked to Vasily to make sure Derick is going to be there too. I’m going to end him, and make sure my woman and boy are safe.
She wants to pull her shirt over her head but stops, probably remembering I’m still in the room leaning against the door. I adjust my aching cock pressing painfully against the top of my jeans. I kick off my boots, and her chest rises and falls. She’s scared. I can tell by the way her eyes dart around the room, but she’s also pressing her thighs together. She wants to get off, and I know what she needs. How bad Paxton wants to be owned, to lose control. To give me the reins for a while. She’s strong as hell, being on the run for years hardened her; she has an edge to her I like even more. It’s going to be so much fun breaking her, to fuck away the pain.
“What are you d-d-doing?” she stutters, her eyes big.
“Take off your shirt and let me see your tits,” I growl.
She purses her lips, and stares at me while I open my belt and pull the leather through the straps. Her eyes narrow when I make a whip out of it, slamming it against my open palm.
“Come here. I know you want to. Look at the way you’re pressing your thighs together, baby. You need to come.”
She swears under her breath, and my heartrate kicks into second gear when her eyes lock in on mine.
She shakes her head but walks over to me. “Open the button,” I say, my voice low as I swallow back the lump in my throat, damn I’m nervous.
She takes a deep shuddering breath. Her shoes are already off, and I watch in fascination as her toes curl. Reaching out to me, I moan when I see those pretty fingers shake while she pops open the button of my jeans, my dick finally getting some breathing room.
“Now ease down the zipper,” I say roughly, waggling my brows.
“Fuck you, asshole,” she spits out, but the way she’s biting her lip tells me she likes me taking control. I plan on telling her what to do with me for the rest of our lives. What the fuck. My eyes widen, and she looks up while I hold my breath for a second.
“Sal, this is only sex, nothing more. Got it?” Her voice trembles a little, while she shimmies out of her jeans.
I nod, having trouble forming a coherent thought other than: I need to be inside her or else I’m going to die. Why does my chest constrict when she says it’s only sex? Do I even want it to be more? I mean I want her, she’s mine, the kid is mine. But can we be more, the family I never had?
She reaches out, and slowly runs her knuckles up and down, teasing my hard dick twitching in my boxers, and growing in size.
“Yeah, only sex,” I repeat. “Fuck, you look beautiful.” Clearing my throat. Her lopsided smile tells me she’s fucking with me on purpose. I drop the belt, my head falling back against the door the moment her hands rest on my waist.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her, a wrinkle forming between my brows because I know I’m slowly losing myself in her again, and I can’t screw this up. I have a score to settle with the man who stole her from me.
Leaning forward, Paxton doesn’t back away like she used to, but does the opposite by leaning into me. Her lips slowly parting, I angle my head and grab the back of her neck and kiss her. The surprised sound she makes is all I need to know I’ve got her where I want. Turning her around, I press her against the door while I trace my tongue over her lips. I can’t get enough of her tongue dancing with mine. Both fighting for the upper hand. The way she tastes goes straight to my head. She’s intoxicating. Pax is all mine. Not hesitating, I nibble at her mouth, and make sure she knows I’m the one calling the shots. I press my knee between her thighs. The feel of her hot skin against my hard flesh is something I’m never going to get enough of. She clutches me harder; her nails digging into my arms while I devour her mouth. We are both gasping for each other: to taste, to breathe, to keep. And fuck it, I’m going to own this woman and she’ll own every sick broken part of me.
She brushes her thumbs over the V line disappearing into my boxers. Stepping back, a shiver runs through my chest from the tickling sensation as my nostrils flare. I grab the back of my collar and pull the shirt over my head. She stares at my chest and the scars there. I even have three healed bullet wounds in my shoulder from when I was in South Africa on a mission a couple years ago.
“You’ve got so many scars,” she whispers, her feather light touch moving from the one on my face, down over my naked chest to the contours of my six-pack. Pax stops when she reaches the waistband of my boxers. Not daring to come close to my dick, which is stabbing upwards wanting her to fall on her knees and take him into her mouth. Shaking my head, I open my eyes, sucking me off can wait. I want, no, I fucking need to be inside her.
With a grunt I scoop her up in my arms. Balancing her butt on my forearms, I corner her against the door. She starts to protest when I bite at the nipple piercing poking through the fabric of her shirt. She’s at eye level now, and I smirk knowing I have the upper hand. I’ll have it when it comes to her. The way her chest heaves with each breath she takes, combined with her warm cunt pressing against my stomach, gives me a sense of pride. I’m doing this to her, no one else.
“Make love to me,” she whispers, caressing my cheek with her knuckles before entwining her fingers together behind my neck.
“Love?” I ask, raising my brows.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “I didn’t mean love. Fuck me, Salvatore, like you did once.”
We keep staring at each other, and I watch her cheeks turn a rosy color like she’s embarrassed. She pushes her shirt up and over her head before dropping it on the floor. Staring at the see-through black bra she’s wearing, I suck in a breath. The whole damn day she was teasing me with it, and now her tits are mine. I’m going to make her come by sucking on her nipples. Holding her up with one hand, I rip the bra down, her breasts spill over. She mewls while her body shakes, clutching at my neck.
