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I shake my head, my concentration fixed on where my fingers touch. “Your standards are too low. If you want to know what amazing truly is, you’ll have to see what I’m seeing.”
A shadow falls over us. Valentino’s patience is at an end.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Valentino
Sweaty. Disheveled. Sated. Beautiful.
Watching Sloane in the throes of passion will always feed a hunger inside me. I can’t recall when I knew I was incapable of sharing Sloane with anyone other than Tácito, but he has never induced murderous rage inside me. How could he? Tácito cherishes where I destroy. He will be able to stop me from wrecking Sloane’s life the way Giulio destroyed my mother’s.
As much as I despise the man, I share too many qualities with the monster to live unrestrained. I can’t run from the tainted blood flowing in my veins, but I won’t let its legacy take away my dreams either. When everything shrouds me in darkness, she beckons me toward safety and light. No amount of threats has succeeded in dimming the purpose she’s given me, and no accomplishments have come close to substituting what only Sloane provides me.
“Are you ready for more, principessa?” I rub her shoulder, needing the small connection to remind myself we have a future.
I don’t need to be a glutton, though my hunger for her rages in the cage where I’ve locked it away. If she says no, I’ll die from blue balls, but I’ll understand. Her time with Tácito was intense. Satisfying.
Sloane pushes up from Tácito, a militant gleam entering her eyes. “Don’t think you can get away with teasing me all these weeks and leave me high and dry tonight.”
I caress her cheek, probably the softest touch I’ll give her tonight if she tests my control the way she’s tested me in the past weeks. “A promise is a promise.”
Sloane tugs my loosened bowtie and flings it behind her. “You’re overdressed.”
She presses her soft lips beneath my neck while slipping my shirt over my shoulders, trailing kisses to my chest, and stopping above my belly button.
The tease.
Tácito shifts, taking up my former spot at the headboard. When I am naked, hard, and panting in front of her, Sloane takes me in. Everywhere her glance lands is a phantom caress driving my need to feel her hands on my skin higher.
I grab her nape and drag her to me. Allowing her free rein with my body doesn’t mean I’ll be a bystander on my wedding night. I crash my mouth on hers. There is no coaxing or gentle licking when she doesn’t open for me fast enough. I bite her lip, swallowing her gasp, then thrust my tongue inside her mouth.
While she wants to explore, I intend to conquer. I devour her moans and greedily suck on her tongue. I’ll never get enough of her texture, her flavor. Even now, I taste the champagne on her tongue; the dryness enhances her sweetness and drives my sugar high to unparalleled heights.
When a strong grip encloses my dick, I jerk from the intense pleasure. Warmth exudes from her hold. I stare into the challenge resting beneath the surface of her gaze.
“I want to taste you.” She pumps her hand up my length, squeezing when she gets to the top before gentling her grasp on the downstroke.
I breathe through the pleasure, barely holding on. Too many years I’ve been powerless to control my surroundings, take pleasure in hobbies or the people I wanted to surround myself with. Having no say had given me my single purpose in life, to build a life where I can protect and openly love the people most important to me.
I’ve attained my goal, but I can feel my control slipping. The one person who has gotten me through all the bullshit I need now more than ever. Because I will not survive if Sloane turns from me in disgust, or worse, fear.
I grab her hand, stopping her from weakening the chains leashing my base instincts. “We’ll work up to that one day when I can guarantee I won’t choke you until you lose your voice or skull fuck you so hard you pass out.”
She snatches her hand and glares at me. “I don’t want your kid gloves. If you can’t be real with me, then why are we here?”
“You don’t understand…you are the only person on this earth who can strip away my con—”
“I don’t care. I’m not afraid of you. Give me everything and don’t hold back. If you want me forever like you said, you can’t hide part of yourself from me. And you sure as hell can’t wave this meaty feast in my face and expect me to go on a diet.”
I glance toward Tácito before returning my gaze to her. “Things could get rough.”
“Call me a rough rider.” Her determined scowl doesn’t waver.
“He won’t understand.”
“We’ll make him understand. Tácito and I have what we have. You and I have something different. Both are equally important to me, and I refuse to let you shaft me on this. Now, will you let me suck your dick?”
I grin and nod at her word choice though I can hear the shackles clink as they loosen, giving more freedom to the beast I’ve barely held at bay because I’ve orchestrated all our intimate moments. Not free, but not one hundred percent restrained either. “Alright, principessa, you’ve been warned.”
