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I stop and clasp her shoulders. “Not to you. I’m not dangerous to you.” I drag a breath and fiercely hold her to me. “You weren’t meant to see that but you’re a strong girl, you will adjust to this, adjust to me as I am now.”
Her lower lips trembles. “I wish you’d told me.”
“It doesn’t change anything,” I growl, as my heart sinks. “I’m still me and you’re still you and we’re still us.” But I’m furious she witnessed the brutal deed and I go cold when she doesn’t reply, staggering against the wall. “You hate me now, don’t you?” I rasp, watching her in horror. “You hate me now that you know the truth about my nature.”
The redness on her face turns to white. “Why would you think that?” she quivers. “I could never hate you. How can I hate a man like you? After all you’ve done for me, after all you’ve made me feel...”
Ferocity explodes in me, the need to keep her chained to me making me crazed. “And what is it that I have made you feel?” I snarl, yanking her to me and she gasps. “Tell me what I’ve made you feel other than fear and the feeling of being deceived?”
Her eyes turn reflective and she shoves at me. “How dare you say that?” She puts her soft, trembling hand on top of her chest. “You have stolen my heart from my body, claimed me and provoked emotions in me I’ve never had!”
“And what have you done to me!” I bellow as my pulse pounds with fervor in my temples and I rake my fingernails down my face before stabbing my hand through my hair. “You have bound the darkness in me and now it’s your slave!”
“Stop saying you’re dark, dammit!” she cries, falling to her knees. “You’ve changed my life.” She gasps for a breath. “Don’t you understand there’s so much more to you? Why can’t you see what I see?”
“Because I don’t see the world through rose-tinted glasses!” I growl, slamming a fist on top of my chest. “I don’t have the innocent eyes you have, the goodness, the decency.”
Clasping my hands, she holds them to her. “Then let me be your eyes,” she pleads. “Let me show you the man, I think you are.”
I look down at her, glum and grim and I’m pissed off to the nines that she witnessed the murder. I’m taking it so hard, she has a tough time calming me down. “And what man would that be?”
“The kind that told a lie because he was afraid the truth would push away his girl, the kind who makes little kids laugh and plays with them because it makes them happy, the kind who protects the people he cares about no matter what.” Lowering her face, she rubs it against my callus hands. “Please,” she begs. “don’t be so hard on yourself. I forgive you for lying, now forgive yourself...”
She trails off when I let out a snarl, cupping her neck. “Why must you breathe with so much sweetness?” I growl. “How can you breathe when I no longer can?”
“I’ll breathe for you, Derex,” she gasps, clutching me with all her strength. “I will always breathe for my man, even when the hour is bleak and the world is nothing but ice and shadows. I will always stand by your side!”
Words from a dream, dreamt a thousand times by those who deserve it the least and yet remain hopeful they one day will hear them from pink lips, poured out from the softest of hearts.
“Aren’t you fucking brave,” I growl, slicing her mouth in a kiss, “and you speak my language, my bold girl.” I throw her over my shoulder, stomping into our bedroom and steam rises from my pores. I’m no longer just rime but warmth because of her and I toss her onto the bed, our clothes coming off in a haze and I take in what’s mine, wanting her so damn bad.
Her body wriggles around and I want to throw a fit of rage because we can’t be joined at all times. That frustrating fragility of hers is mesmeric and a rumble bursts through my throat at how much she’s changed me. My sheets aren’t even black anymore but fucking lavender silk and it’s another small thing where she’s brought more color into my life.
Yanking her legs apart, I stare at her bright pink exquisiteness for a long while as my heart pounds in my chest. I dared trespass on her territory and now I’m lost in it forever, craving her incorruptibility, her soft mischief and she looks at me through half-lowered lids. “You’ll give me this pussy on my deathbed,” I warn, “I want it as my last fucking meal and every single day, until then.”
“That’s gangster talk,” Luna pants, “but yes, you can have it!” she cries, her slit swelling the moment I cup it and she wriggles around, letting me fondle her however I want and our arousal sizzles between us until the air cracks and sparkles. Her eyes are wide when looking up at me, the lashes misty from the tears she dropped while shouting at me and my heart yanks in my chest. Another girl would have run but she allowed me to take her straight to my bed and she acts as if she can barely contain herself, her panting loud, her core sleek and welcoming even to darkness itself.
This is why my instinct chose her, because it recognized she’d always lower her weapons before me. “Derex...I’ll never shut you out,” she whimpers before crying out when a wave of lust causes her body to arch and she barefacedly spreads her legs. “Take what’s yours.”
A snarl rumbles up in my throat. I’ll take it and fucking more and I fondle her deeper until she squirms around on the bed and makes me chase her. She can barely handle this and yet she wants me to take everything and I’ve only fucked her like a savage before but never a mobster and this feels like the love crime of the century. When she tries to twist away from me, I clamp down on her thighs.
“Ah-ah, we keep our word in this house.” I splay my hand under her ass, sliding her across the bed toward me again. “You’re staying right here, we’re not done yet by a long shot.”
Her mouth falls open in a pant, her body trembling and taking three digits isn’t easy but she keeps her eyes firmly clasped on my face and rising muscles and it heightens the arousal. My eyes roll back in my head when she reaches out and tugs at my length and I let out a curse, immediately thrusting into her small palm.
She whimpers my name, her body rocking and crashing against my hand as I crash against hers, her eyes engrossed by my cock and we’ve never used any protection. I wouldn’t allow her to defend that preciousness between her legs, I’d tear down any resistance, any doubt and I clasp her tit, causing her to gulp when sensation hits her senseless.
“Derex...,” she whimpers again, the look in her eyes pleading and desperate and I shove my overstimulated cock into her and she cries out from the relief, her legs wrapping around me in a heartbreaking grip. Underneath me, she’s excruciatingly beautiful and I lick the base of her throat where her pulse sprints. “Too m...much,” she stutters, complaining about the frantic prods but I need to claim her as the real me, when there’s no pretend between us, just a thug and the girl he would die for.
“Need to stretch you more...,” I grit in reassurance and her eyes flare as she panicky gasps,
“I can’t take any more stretching! I already feel as if I’m about to snap. Derex, please...”
A wave of mercy washes over me and I let out a growl, rolling on my back and pulling her on top of me. Gratitude floods her face, her eyes shining with trust when she licks her swollen lips and she sways when she takes my shaft into her, her nails raking down my chest. Her skin dampens from my kisses and I try keeping the pace moderate for her as she struggles and grits her teeth the moment I pick it up.
Her body still has a need to get used to me, to my size, to my desires and I curse when she begins moving in a way that makes me crazy. Perspiration breaks out on my skin and the sounds from the street outside seem to have disappeared, my focus only on her as she thrashes on top of me and I coat her nipples with my tongue until they turn a shade darker.
Groaning, I lean back again because that tightness of hers is what violently lustful dreams are made of and her moans start sounding like soft, little sobs. Her throat’s constricting, her hips racing and her whole face is triumphant, her eyes turning steamy the more I plunge.
