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He pulls me through the main room and into the kitchen. “My mother always thought it was too much. She said it was too beautiful, too big, too extravagant. But she always begged my father to come anyway. I think she secretly loved it. She just didn’t feel like she deserved it.”
“And you? What do you think about it?” I ask him because he’s never mentioned this place to me before. That can only meanSalvezzais one of the many secrets he’s locked in the vault he keeps hidden in the depths of his soul.
Until now.
I stop to look around at the endless white cabinets, marble countertops, and elaborate tile backsplash with colorful designs scattered every so often. Callisto pushes me backward and pins me against the large island in the center of the room. He locks his fingers in my hair and pulls my face to his, our mouths just a breath apart. He’s doing what he does best—diversion. The conversation is over. He doesn’t want to talk about the house…or his mother. And when he looks at me this way, with eyes this dark, I don’t want to talk at all.
“I think she deserved all of this and more. I think when you love someone, it’s never too good, too satisfying, too much,” he answers.
I’m not sure we’re still talking about the house. His lips part. He grinds his hard cock against me.
“Is it too much, angel?” he whispers against my mouth.
Definitely not talking about the house. His words are like liquid fire rolling over me. From head-to-toe, every inch of me wants nothing more than to be consumed by him.
It’s never enough.
His hands fall to my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
“So, that’s it then? We’ve been here two minutes and you’re just going to fuck me right here in the kitchen?” My words are meant to sound playful, but in truth, they’re a prayer, a wish that only he can make come true.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house,” he says, and the fire in my veins breaks free and licks at my thighs, at my belly, all the way to my core.
The tip of his tongue touches the roof of his mouth in that sexy way it does when he’s about to lean in and taste me. His mouth moves slowly over mine as his tongue parts my lips and slides against my own before he pulls back to meet my eyes.
His gaze sears into me, like an iron rod fresh from the fire. It’s greedy. Hungry. Possessive. God, I love it when he looks at me like that.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, then lifts me onto the countertop. “I’m going to devour your sweet pussy in the kitchen.”
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Callisto
I will never get enough of Makenna. When I’m with her, everything about me becomes brutal, uncivilized… primal. I know I should be gentle. She deserves gentle. But one touch, one fucking glance at those big innocent eyes peering up at me and I’m a man possessed, a man with the burning need to possessher. Her body wasn’t made to be fucked on occasion. It was made to be fucked every single goddamn day. By me. Only me.
“Turn around.”
She does as she’s told. Such a good fucking girl.
I lift her little sundress up over her ass. “Hold this.”
She obeys.
And within a second, I’m on my knees behind her, spreading her thighs and pulling her panties to the side. My tongue drags over her wet, pink pussy. She whines. I devour. My tongue licks at her clit, then I pull it between my lips. She grinds back against me. So fucking greedy. I smack her ass with one hand, making her yelp.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what this pussy needs.”
“You.” It’s more of a moan than a word.
“You’ve got that fucking right.” My tongue swirls her clit, fucks her sweet little cunt, licks her slit. Her sweetness covers my tongue and coats my lips. She looks like pure fucking heaven after she comes. Her hands grip the counter edge. Her head is thrown back and her chest heaves while she catches her breath. I want to carry her upstairs and do every dark and filthy thing my twisted mind can come up with. When I’m done, I’ll pull her body against mine and hold her there, keep her safe and shielded from the world outside.
She turns around to face me. “I lost you.” Her sweet voice brings me back to the now.
You’ve got that wrong, baby. You found me. Five years ago, in the dark parking lot of my father’s liquor store.
I lower my mouth and nip at her collarbone, and she whimpers that sexy fucking whimper that I love so much. “I was just thinking of all the ways I’m going to fuck you.”
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.” She fights to keep her voice calm, but her body is a traitor.
