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“What?” I choke out, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I wasn’t—I mean,” swallowing, I shove the nerves back down to where the sun doesn’t shine and throw my own cocky smirk his direction. “Fishing for compliments, are we?”
He quirks a brow and his lips twitch as if he’s trying to contain a smile. Wouldn’t that be a treat? A smile from Renz Travino. “If you mean a compliment about my reading collection, then yes, I’d love to hear what you think.”
Awareness dawns on me and somehow, my blush deepens. He was asking if I liked his library, not his abs. Jesus. Clearing my throat, I nod. Looking down at the beautiful first edition in my hands, I smile.It’s just so pretty.
“Exquisite, isn’t it?” he says softly, making me jump. Fuck, I really need to start paying attention to my surroundings. What is it about this house and these men that have me in la la land? Looking up, I barely contain a yelp when I find Renz standing right in front of me. Instead, I settle for a squeakedhuh. He chuckles, a surprisingly soft look on his face as he tips his chin at the book. “It took me 7 months to hunt that down, and another 9 to complete the set.”
Suddenly, I feel dirty. I shouldn’t be touching these books, let alone with my sweaty palms. Holy shit, this had to have cost him a fortune. Renz must see the panic on my face because he simply shakes his head and presses the book further into my body.
“Books are meant to be enjoyed, Violet. Loved and explored, not hidden in display cases. There’s nothing better than going on a journey through the pages of someone’s imagination while smelling that visceral scent or the decadent feel of leather and paper between your fingers. Reading isn’t for the eyes, it’s for the soul.”
Ah, fuck. Now my vaginaandmy heart have a lady boner.
Swallowing thickly, I squeeze the book again, using it as a physical barrier between the two of us. Renz stares down at me and for the first time, he’s hiding nothing. He’s open and vulnerable, letting me see everything inside of him andholy shit, what I see has my knees shaking.
Fire. Red hot fire.
His gaze devours me. Destroys me. Burns me alive. And I let it. Everything that I’ve felt for him, from that very first time our eyes met across the gym, washes over me in a drastic and almost staggering wave.
There is something about Renz that is all-consuming. He has the ability to shatter me with just one look as much as he holds the power to heal me. With a simple touch, one graze of his fingers, he can send me to my knees, removing every single shred of dignity that I possess. With one kiss, one soft-spoken word, he soothes me at a cellular level.
When he looks at me, I am nothing and everything all at once. I want him to ravage me as much as I want him to hold me, to see me,to cherish me.
Renz is an inferno and I, like the willing sacrifice that I am, will stand on a pyre and wait to be burned.
“Kitten,”he rasps, and the guttural sound breaks me.
The book clatters to my feet and in the next second, I’m in his arms. Our mouths collide like fire and ice. His heat incinerates me, melts me, leaving nothing but steam and embers behind. We’re a clash of teeth and tongues, of give and take. He pulls, I push, he bends, I break.
My arms wrap around his neck, yanking him down to give me more access. His hands slide down my shoulders, my back, tracing my spine until he reaches the curve of my ass. He squeezes, grasps, slaps, before gliding down lower. Renz wraps his hands around my thighs, hefting me up, never breaking our kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, completely on board with his train of thought.
I don’t realize we’re moving until my back slams against something hard. The sound of leather and cardboard crashing to the ground has me yanking my mouth away from his. “The books!” I gasp. My eyes snap to the ground, taking in the carnage around us. Books lay in heaps on the floor beneath his feet, looking like bodies littering a battlefield.
“Fuck the books. I’ll buy more,” he snarls, leaning in to claim my lips once more. I push him away, even as my pussy clenches and throbs in protest.
“Renz! They’re priceless,” I hiss, glaring at him. In response, he presses me deeper into the bookcase. Spines and shelves dig into my back, but I’m too turned on and irritated to care. One of his hands slips out from where he’d been holding me and before I realize his intent, his hand is banded around my throat.
Renz squeezes. A warning, a tease, a demand. “Do you really want to talk about the books, or do you want me to fuck your tight cunt so hard you forget your own damn name?” I didn’t know it was possible, but at that moment, I discover that you can in fact feel your own pupils dilate.
“Renz!” I gasp as my hands wrap around his wrist. Not to pull away, but to press harder, to beg for more.
More, more, more.
He answers my silent plea with a squeeze, his fingers pulse, tightening the collar. “Be my good little slut, and answer me,Kitten.What do you want?”
Kitten.
Just like Eli had, Renz is giving me a choice. Do I want more? The secrets still hang heavily between us, even more, today than there was yesterday. I didn’t miss the fact that no one agreed with me when I brought up the mafia. No one even batted an eye. They forced me to tell my side of the events of last night, removed the images from my phone, and then pushed me into the dark where they want me, once again.
And I let them.
Things won’t change unless I make them change.
I squeeze his wrist once, letting him know I need some air to speak. Renz immediately releases his tight hold on me but doesn’t let go completely. Leaning forward, his tongue flicks out and traces a line up the front of my throat that results in a loud moan from me.
Fuck it. Do I really need to know?
His tongue continues a path upward, nibbling, sucking, biting, all the way to my ear. His breath fans across my skin, hot like a brand.
