“He will never go against Savio, no matter what bullshit he spews. And he will never lay another finger on you.” I grip her sides of her sweatshirt, holding her arms captive as I press her into the mirrored wall behind us. I can feel her heart pick up the pace once my chest is flush with hers. “Nobody will.”
“And I’m just supposed to believe that?”
“Believe what you want, but that’s why I’m here with you.”
Yes, Savio blackmailed me to get me to do his will, but I’m by Kristina’s side to make sure she doesn’t get singed by his flames.
“Is that the only reason?” She gazes up at me, her fingers creeping under my shirt.
“No,” I rasp, my voice hoarse. The elevator dings, the doors slowly creaking open to the top floor.
Conflict ravages my mind but my body refuses to fall prey to it, opting to melt into the craving instead. I snake a hand around the back of her head, crushing my mouth against hers as I guide her into the hallway outside of my door. I invade her lips with my greedy tongue. It twists and tangles with her own, a fierce, coiling heat that radiates throughout my insides. I lift her into my arms, my cock, thick and hard against her. I rotate her hips, backing her against the door, causing a delicious friction between our thighs. She digs her fingertips into the back of my neck, scraping the skin as low moans slip from her lips.
I press my thumb print into the security panel, the click of the lock signaling that we can take this salacious party behind closed doors. The door barely has enough time to slam shut before I yank her sweatshirt over her head and shove her leggings to her ankles.
She deserves answers.
Assurances.
And most importantly, the truth.
But I can’t give her any of that.
I have too much to lose and let’s face it, she does too.
She just doesn’t realize it yet.
I body-slam her against a wall, yanking her wrists overhead and holding them captive while my mouth navigates a voracious path down the length of her neck and then her abdomen. She wraps her legs around my waist, thrusting her hips against me as my tongue teases and tantalizes her prickled flesh. I reach around, grasping her ass and squeezing it tight before giving it a hard smack.
She squeals, her back arching and giving my mouth full access to her luscious tits. I knead the soft mounds of flesh, dipping my head down and devouring each one, my tongue and teeth capturing each deep pink bud until she yelps for more.
For everything.
I loop my fingers into the band of her panties and with one hard tug, I tear them from her writhing body, letting them flutter to the floor before carrying her over to my bedroom. I kick open the door and lay her in the center of my mattress, pulling off my clothes with breakneck speed because I don’t want to waste a single second doing anything other than worshipping her perfect curves.
I lean down in front of her, pushing open her creamy thighs before assaulting her slick opening with my tongue. Her sweet juices coat the lips of her pussy and I feast on her as she wiggles and flounders at the sensations commanding her body. I drag her clit through my teeth, flicking it with my thumb as I fuck her with my tongue, drinking in the essence of her desire. It fills my mouth, the tang of her taste on my lips making my cock throb with yearning.
I climb onto the mattress, straddling her. Her body is flushed, her eyes glittering with passion as she reaches down to stroke the length of my cock. She leans up slightly, her lips clamping around the swollen head. She pulls me on top of her, sucking me hard and taking me deep. Her tongue teases my slit, precum pooling at the tip. Then she swallows me whole, swirling her tongue around my shaft as I feel the head hit the back of her throat.
She takes my whole dick, digging her fingernails into my ass cheeks as I thrust faster. Her lips clamp down on my cock, her mouth hot and tight, just like that perfect pussy. I sit back on my heels so that my dick slips from her lips. Her eyes are hooded and gleaming as she crawls toward me.
“Fuck me,” she breathes, running a hand down the front of my chest. I flip her around, her ass puckered and her legs spread out in front of me. I drag the head of my cock between the globes of her ass making her hips buck. Snaking an arm around her waist, I hold her tight against me and I drive my dick into her soaked pussy.
She gasps as I thrust forward, her slick walls coating my dick in her juices, stretching around me like a velvety glove. Our frenzied bodies slap together, the air around us thick with the scents of sex and sweat. My brain is submerged in a cloud of heady lust that permeates all of my senses until the only thing I can feel, breathe, see, or taste is her.
For so long, I avoided the emotional shit because I didn’t think I could ever give myself to anyone completely.
Kristina is the first person I’ve met who makes me believe I can.
Maybe one day…if I can save her from the same hell I’ve just plunged her into.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
KRISTINA
“Oh my God,” I yelp. “That’s it. Oh, fuck, yes!”
His hard, muscled body, slick with sweat, slides against mine. Our hips thrust against each other, bodies interlocked in the most carnal of positions. I gasp when his cock grazes my spot, the push and pull making my toes curl and my soul sing.
My insides sizzle, the slow and agonizing burn short-circuiting my brain cells, wiping my mind clear of all of the angst and fear. I let my legs open wider, taking him deeper. He fucks me with long, hard strokes that make my body quiver and quake with a euphoric type of pleasure that I’ve only read about in romance novels.
I’d always assumed that the almighty orgasm was just an urban legend — that the alleged kind of blinding, paralyzing, and mind-bending type of pleasure was impossible.
Especially when I’d heard from so many friends who’d claim to ‘fake it’.
They obviously didn’t have the right partners.
And the urban legend most definitely is a reality.
I scrape my nails down his inked back, squeezing my eyes shut and letting out a piercing scream that even startles my own ears. His movements speed up, his thick, muscled thighs tight against my sides as we rock in unison, our perspiration-pebbled bodies slapping together.
It feels like I’ve just been ejected from my own body and launched into a place where the air is sweeter, the ground fluffier, and the world around me shimmering and shining in Technicolor.
I never want to come back…
When my eyes float open, I see Massimo’s dark ones glowing down at me with a sensual heat flickering in the depths…the same one that he filled me with only moments earlier.
I am amazed at how this man can make me feel like I want to dance and sing and squeal with delight…and I know it’s not just about the soul-sizzling, sheet-scorching sex.
I mean, yes, that’s part of it, but…
My pulse slams against my throat, my heart floating upward, full to the point of bursting as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me toward him.
It’s more than just physical with him.
But surely it can’t be…
I bite down on my lower lip.
Or can it?
So soon?
I trace my fingertips over the thick swirls of colored ink adorning his biceps, gazing up at him. A splay of dark hair falls over his eyes, and I reach up to smooth it back only to see it fall right back into place.