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Finally, he stills, and I am free to take his cock and guide it to my entrance. I am so wet and ready it would be embarrassing if it weren’t for the growl that hisses out from his lips as the head of his organ dips easily into my core. “God, Bianca. I cannot hold on. Not now. Not like this.”
“Don’t hold on.” I arch up, and he thrusts, seating himself fully inside me.
I gasp at the beautiful intrusion.
“Mine,” he says again, over and over, punctuating each word with a pounding drive.
Deep. Deeper. Until I cannot deny it any longer.
Monster or man. Or both. It doesn’t matter.
Heownsme.
“Yours.”
The connection stretches out with exquisite torture as he continues to buck and groan, and my need builds to impossible levels. I scream his name as I shatter, my core pulsing around him as he, too, reaches the edge and topples over into orgasm with a huge, growling roar.
My ecstasy immediately plummets and I struggle to hold back a sob at the remembrance of the raging darkness inside him, and the knowledge that the beast, whatever it is, is an integral part of him.
We can pretend, right now in this moment, that our marriage can be repaired and that we can live a life full of happiness and bliss, but that is all it would be. Pretend.
The reality is something quite different, and this bliss will soon be gone when the cold, harsh light of the outside world returns.
10
“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.”
William Blake
Rio
I have organizedthe meeting with Rossi here at the estate because this is my territory, and it will put him offside. I need him offside for this first face-to-face meeting since Danelli took the little finger of his left hand.
Bianca made no secret she was horrified at that news, but Rossi got off lightly, and he knows it.
Today, I want to look into his eyes and ensure he is telling the truth. And if he is not, it won’t simply be another finger that he loses. It will be every appendage. If he is my enemy, then I want him to know fear before he dies for crossing me.
Danelli is situated near the door, and several of his Alpha team are here in the library but stationed discreetly so I can converse with Rossi without everyone overhearing us.
I cringe a little when my second references his team in those terms. He loves anything military, and I indulge his need to name the various security details in that way. Suffice for me to know that Danelli’s Alpha team includes his best men, and I am confident we have the security we need to maintain control should Rossi have any plans to double-cross me.
Unlikely, given my insistence that he leave his security at the gate, but after some posturing, he agreed to the stipulation because he knows he has no choice.
I have a little surprise in store for him later, but first, we must talk business.
When Rossi is escorted into the room we call the informal living area, I turn from the tall floor-to-ceiling windows that face out onto the expanse of grass that runs down to the river. From here, I cannot see the chapel, and for once, I am grateful. I need a clear head today, and I cannot afford to dwell on Bianca.
She muddies my thoughts and makes me question every decision. Especially the difficult, morally gray choices. Every time I’m with her, it is like she reaches deep inside me and tweaks something, fine-tuning me, and I leave the encounter irrevocably changed.
No one has ever had that effect on me before, and I don’t like the feeling of uncertainty it brings.
Uncertainty, in my position, can mean the difference between life and death.
Clear blue sky and bright sunshine abound outside, but here in my domain, the temperature is kept cool, and the dark wood of my furniture and the stacks of books lining two of the walls cast endless shadows within the room.
I live in the shadows. It seems appropriate to meet another of my kind here.
I deliberately remain by the window, my back to the view, forcing him to head across the carpet toward me. Sunlight hits his face.
