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I’m speechless and holding on by a thread. My body shakes. My eyes roll. My hands reach for him.
“Haven.” He holds his thumb against my clit with strength in punishment for my silence. I’m ready to explode and trying to hold back my orgasm is painful. “Haven.” His sharp tone reprimands me in a way that makes my insides hurt worse.
“Th—Thank you, Tegan.” I shudder and close my eyes, embarrassed.
“Eyes on me, firefly,” he harshly demands, a sharp pain startling me from where he pinches my swollen nub.
My eyes spring open, connecting with his for only a second when my sight is blown wide, turning black. I fall into the depths of the unknown and hope to never come out. “Demetri,” I whisper, gasping for air when it’s sucked from my lungs.
His name is swallowed by his devouring mouth. His lips move over mine. He tastes of vanilla and nicotine. My chest burns for air. My thighs scream to be saved and my core, she begs for all of him. His hand swoops under the back of my neck, cradling it, lifting my torso at the same time he pulls the head of his cock out of me with a groan. He settles me down on his lap, forgoing tucking himself back into his pants. His thumb still works me while his mouth continues to devour my lips. He ingests every one of my feelings through my sounds. He incinerates the breath I try to hold when I can’t stand it anymore and releases it all in a painful rush of agonizing groans.
I collapse against his chest and pant through my scattered thoughts.
Reality comes rushing back as the seconds pass.
“That was cruel,” I breathe, my forehead resting against his chest as I collect myself.
“That was reality, Haven. She needs to know you are my woman.”
“My chest was exposed.”
“Only to me.”
“Do I want to know how many eyes were on us?”
His chest rumbles with a manly chuckle. “There isn’t a man or woman in this room that isn’t getting off right now with thoughts of you coming in their mind. You were beautiful.”
ChapterTwenty-One
HAVEN
“If you need anything,just hit the call button on the intercom in the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” Demetri leads me into the elevator and presses the button for the top floor after he thanks Johnathan.
“What are we doing?”
“I’m not through with you yet.”
The doors slide apart, opening to a lavish penthouse. He slaps my behind and sends me on my way out of the elevator.
I walk the few feet inside. The black frames on the picturesque windows showcase the energetic city below. The small amount of nervousness I had before as we rode up the elevator has ramped up at Demetri’s promise. I walk to the opposite side of the room needing some distance. As much as my body wants to be with him, my head screams at my heart to be careful, because I know once I sleep with him, I will no longer have fallen for him but fell. The truth of the matter is, I already know it’s too late.
“Those morals you speak of have held you back.” I hear his feet scuffle against the hardwood floor.
“Is that all there is for you, sex?” I quickly ask from over my shoulder then turn my attention back to the view, away from him.
“No.” I feel the heat from his breath on the soft skin of my ear and the warmth of his hands on my waist as they wrap around my sides and pull me back against his chest. “Marry me.” His gaze connects with mine in the reflecting glass.
What?
Seconds evaporate. The silence between us drags out because of my confusion. The air between us becomes intense. Too enforcing. My focus slides from him to something less jarring. Down below as the city beats with energy, there is a light I have turned my attention to. A substitute safety net when I can no longer bear to hold his captive gaze in the glass. The light blinks twice in a row and then waits a beat before blinking red once. It has held me hostage for what now seems like an eternity as Demetri’s words linger in the air between us. I want to pinch myself, wake myself up from what must be a dream. He said marry me. Not “Will you marry me,” but marry me. Not the grand gesture I had always dreamt of, but two words that have frozen me to my spot.
Demetri Carbone just asked me to marry him. More like demanded, but I expect nothing less from him. He is a man who takes what he wants. I have known him all of what feels like two seconds. I don’t know anything about him except for the fact that he is a possessive son of a bitch, and he is one of the top caporegimes in a powerful organization known worldwide. Is that enough? Would Cillian be okay with Demetri being my husband? I mean, he was okay with us seeing each other, but marriage?
The self-doubt kicks in. There is no way this man wants to marry me. We are complete opposites. Yes, we are having fun. At least, I know I am. I can only assume he is as well or he wouldn’t be wasting his time on taking me out, but marriage?
“Haven.”
