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But just when I think she's completely at my mercy, my little rabbit surprises me. With a sudden surge of strength, she pushes me off her and onto my back. I barely have time to register what's happening before she's straddling my face, a wild look in her eyes.
"Did you really think you had all the power here?" she taunts, forcing me to face her sweetest spot as she leans down to take me into her mouth. She releases me from my jeans and her lips wrap around my cock with a surprising hunger, and I can't help but let out a low groan, the pleasure of her touch threatening to overwhelm me.
"Damn," I hiss between clenched teeth, my hands gripping her hips as she continues her assault on my senses. I pull her down so that she's seated properly on my face so I can continue to work her from below, tasting her sweet pussy and everything it has to give me right now.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" she coaxes, her words muffled by her own actions, but the challenge in her voice is clear. And as much as it infuriates me, it also excites me – this woman has depths I never suspected, and I'm more determined than ever to explore them.
"Enough playing around," I growl, my voice rough with need, as I push Evelyn back onto the forest floor. I tear off the rest of her clothing, leaving her completely exposed to me, and the sight of her naked body in the moonlight only stokes the fire within me.
"Constantino," she breathes, reaching for me, but I pin her wrists above her head, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Please..."
"Patience, little rabbit," I taunt, and I can see the flash of defiance in her eyes even as desire clouds them over. "I'll devour you soon enough." I fish a condom out of my jean pocket, quickly tearing open the wrapper and rolling it onto myself.
I position myself between her legs, and without any further warning, I slam into her. Her back arches and a cry escapes her lips, but I don't give her time to adjust – I'm too far gone, driven by a primal hunger that won't be sated until we're both spent.
"Harder," she gasps, her teeth gritted with effort. "Fuck me harder."
I comply, my hips snapping against hers with bruising force. She meets me stroke for stroke, her body clenching around me, matching my intensity and pushing me to the brink.
Her body feels far too good. Fucking her has made me realize that all this time I haven't become bored with sex, I've been bored with every other woman. Every other woman except her, it seems.
As much as I want to give in and let loose, I hold myself back and continue to thrust into her.
"Constantino...I'm close..." she whispers, her voice strained with the effort of holding on.
"Let go, little rabbit. Let go for me," I demand, my voice hoarse with passion.
And then she does, her body convulsing beneath mine, her cries echoing through the trees as she comes apart in my arms. The sight, the sound, the feel of her climax is enough to send me hurtling over the edge after her, my release tearing through me with a ferocity I've never experienced before.
I hate that I'm wearing a condom, because more than anything in this moment I want to spill my seed deep inside her beautiful body.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I realize that Evelyn has passed out from exhaustion. Panic flares in mychest for a moment, but I quickly check her vitals – she's still breathing, her pulse steady and strong. She's just asleep, her body spent from the intensity of our encounter.
"Damn," I murmur, my voice heavy with wonder, as I carefully gather her limp form into my arms. "You're full of surprises, aren't you, little rabbit?"
Carrying her back to the mansion, I can't help but feel a strange sense of protectiveness – something I've never felt before, especially not toward a woman. But there's no denying it now: Evelyn Moretti has somehow managed to burrow her way beneath my skin, and I'm powerless to do anything about it, it seems.
I carry her to the room that used to be mine. I lay Evelyn down on the luxurious black leather poster bed with a gentleness I didn't even know I possessed. Her body is a picture of vulnerability and desire. The room is an ode to opulence, updated since I last lived here, but still carrying the weight of memories. Dark, polished wood lines the walls, punctuated by recessed lighting that casts a moody glow over everything. In one corner, a sleek bar stands stocked with top-shelf liquor, while opposite it, an imposing fireplace sits empty. I flip the switch so that the gas lights and it begins to give off warmth that's at odds with the chill in my heart.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath, unable to tear my gaze away from her sleeping form. I'd meant for this to be just a game, some twisted way of finally getting her out of my system. But now, watching her chest rise and fall with each steady breath, I can't escape the realization that I was wrong – so fucking wrong.
"Constantino?" she murmurs suddenly, stirring in her sleep, and for a moment, I panic, thinking she's waking up. But her eyes remain closed, her voice barely more than a whisper, and I let out a shaky breath.
"Shh, little rabbit," I say softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.
As she settles back into slumber, I'm struck by an unfamiliar ache in my chest, one that gnaws at me relentlessly. This woman – this infuriating, intoxicating woman – has managed to get under my skin in a way no one else ever has. And the thought of anyone else ever touching her again makes my blood boil with rage.
"Never again," I swear quietly, my hand curling into a fist at my side. I know that claiming her like this is dangerous, that it goes against every instinct I've developed in my years of living this violent, detached existence. The loneliness that's always haunted me whispers that I can't afford to let anyone get too close, especially not someone like Evelyn, and especially not now.
"Fuck it," I say out loud, defiance and determination surging through me. "I don't care what the consequences are. She's mine, and no one else is ever going to have her."
As I sit there in the dim light of the room, watching her sleep, I know that I've crossed a line from which there's no going back. But for the first time in my life, I find myself not giving a damn about the danger. All that matters now is protecting what's mine – and making sure that she never slips through my fingers again.
Chapter Twenty
I wake up feeling sore and satisfied, like I've just run a marathon but also won the damn thing. The room feels unfamiliar, and I squint at my surroundings. I'm laying in a black leather poster bed. There's a fire roaring on the opposite end of the bedroom and dark wood paneling keeps the entire room feeling dark. There's something eerie about it all, like it was ripped straight out of some gothic novel.
Memories from last night start filtering into my mind like a twisted movie reel. The bar—I can still feel the sticky floor beneath my feet and hear the raucous laughter echoing around me. Then, there's that guy I let touch me. I seriously need to break up with alcohol because reliving the idea of his hands on me makes me want to puke just thinking about it.
