Chapter 20 #3
An uncomfortable feeling presses between my ribs as I watch the way he takes me in. That look on his face is something most women would kill for. But to be the sole focus of Cristian’s attention feels like staring into the sun.
“You don’t have to charm me.” I lift my heel to his chest, lightly grazing the ridges of his abs as I trace the path of hair leading to his pants. “We can go back to the part where we tear each other’s clothes off.”
He grabs my calf and raises my leg, lips ghosting over my ankle. It sends goosebumps racing down my spine, and it feels so good, I want him to do it again.
“You get nervous when we slow it down,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss just below the last one.
I don’t like his observation, mostly because it’s true, and I don’t need him to point that out right now.
“Can’t you just be a dick to me and get it over with?” I sigh.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He pushes the fabric of my dress up over my hips.
I draw in a shaky breath as he slips his finger beneath the band of my thong, snapping it against my skin.
“Are you sore, gattina?” His hand dips between my thighs.
“Yes, but I don’t care.”
He hums his approval, slowly guiding my dress up over my head. When he tosses it aside, all that’s left is a thong, heels, and the weight of his heavy gaze.
“No bra?” He eases his body over mine, palming my bare breasts with lazy reverence.
“Cristian.” I heave out a frustrated breath.
I just want him to wreck me already.
“You’ll get fucked when you can admit how much you like this.” He slides his hands up over my arms, pinning my wrists to the bed while he licks my nipple.
“We don’t even like each other,” I moan as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“No?” He lifts his head, teasing my other nipple and triggering a full-body shiver. “For someone who hates me, you sure do make a lot of noise when I fuck you.”
“God, you drive me insane,” I groan.
“I know.” He kisses his way down my abdomen and tugs my thong aside. “Just look at how wet you are for me.”
Before I can come up with a retort, he spreads me apart and gives me a long, slow lick.
My back bows, and I drag in a shallow breath, desperate for him to do it again. But someone knocks on the door, interrupting us.
“If you value your beating heart, you’ll get the fuck out of here while you still can,” Cristian grunts, refusing to let his attention waver.
I stare down at him with wide eyes, about to tell him it’s not that serious. Before I can, he grips my thighs tighter and starts to devour me.
An obscene sound falls from my mouth just as Mariella calls out from the other side of the door.
“Is Chantel in there with you?”
“Oh God,” I mumble, not even remotely prepared for anyone else to know about this.
“You have three seconds to answer me before I open this door, Cristian,” Mariella threatens.
Since he can’t be bothered to stop eating me out, it leaves me no choice.
“I’m here,” I choke out, my voice pitching higher as he sucks on my clit.
There’s a brief pause before Mariella answers. “Are you okay? You looked rattled—”
“She’s fine,” Cristian growls. “Go away.”
“Cristian—”
It’s all I manage before he nips at my clit, drawing an audible gasp from me.
“Let me enjoy this.” He soothes the sting with his tongue.
Mariella mutters something indistinguishable and leaves.
Thank God, because what Cristian’s doing to me with his mouth is making it hard to concentrate.
My head tips back, and I close my eyes as he edges me toward release. Even though I was just with him this morning, there’s so much pent-up tension between us it doesn’t take me long.
I come hard, tremors coursing through my body and wringing me out completely.
I’m boneless and strung out when Cristian works his way back up, pausing to torture my nipples until I’m aching for him all over again.
I whimper his name, and a deep sound of approval reverberates through him.
When he settles his weight between my thighs and we make eye contact, I feel far too vulnerable. But my usual self-preservation seems to have abandoned me.
“Still think you don’t like me?”
The warmth of his words touches my lips, reminding me what they felt like against mine.
In answer, I reach down between us and stroke his erection through his pants.
“Do you want to get fucked, gattina?”
“Yes please,” I rasp.
“Such a good girl begging for my cock.” He tugs down his briefs and strips off his pants.
I let out a shaky breath as the familiar cadence of Bran’s voice and the memories of him consume me.
Every orgasm, every soft touch, every roughly spoken command. It was all Cristian.
The reality of that hits me all over again, bleeding fire through my veins as I meet his gaze.
We stay like that as he shifts his weight and drags his cock through my arousal, slowly sinking inside me.
There’s an intimacy about this moment that destabilizes me. I’ve never had another man fuck me bare, and I’ve definitely never looked them in the eyes while they do it. It’s hypnotic watching him shudder as he settles inside me, as if this is exactly where he belongs.
He stares at me with a heavy-lidded gaze as he rocks into me, a current of electricity stretching between us. It’s insanely hot seeing Cristian unleash his restraint. But it’s also terrifying because I’ve never been able to let go like this with anyone else.
The sudden urge to shield myself wells up inside me, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he fucks his possession into me. I just want to chase the high, but I should know better by now. The moment I start to distance myself, Cristian stops moving.
“Eyes on me, dea,” he commands.
I force my eyes back open, and when I meet his, it unravels all my defenses.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll think you want me to fuck you,” he murmurs.
A faint smile teases my lips as I shake my head, secretly enjoying this side of him.
“I do want you to fuck me,” I tell him. “Was that unclear?”
He clamps a hand around my thigh and hooks it around his back, giving him more space to slide even deeper.
The pressure and intensity of feeling so full is already ramping up the tension inside me, but when he picks up the pace, it hurls me straight toward a cliff.
Gripping my hip, his fingers bite into my tender flesh, and he fucks me into the bed until he wrenches another orgasm from me. It sends me reeling, and I ride that wave all the way through the last aftershock.
Cristian’s muscles draw tighter with every thrust, and I know he’s close, but he’s holding back. When his lips brush my ear, I understand why.
“Tell me to come inside you,” he rasps.
Those words ignite a bolt of white-hot desire deep within me. It’s insane and reckless, but I’ve never wanted to play a more dangerous game. I’m not thinking beyond this moment. I just know that I need to feel what it’s like with him, and I’ve already made up my mind.
“I want you to come inside me.” I scrape my fingers over his back, pulling him closer.
A low fuck escapes him on a harsh breath as his hips jerk, and he buries himself deep, groaning out his release.
A tremor pulses through him as he fills me with his warmth, and I watch in a pleasure-drunk haze. I’m certain I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this ruthlessly composed man coming apart for me.
My gaze wanders over him, mapping the broad planes of smooth, tanned muscles as I commit every inch to memory.
He catches me staring, but he doesn’t call me out on it. Instead, he brushes my hair back, checking in with me as if he knows my thoughts are already spiraling.
“All good, gattina?”
I nod, silently observing him as he withdraws from my body and stares down at the cum spilling out of me with dark, hot eyes.
I’m still trying to process when he lies beside me, his palm drifting over my thigh. My eyes fall shut as I replay everything through a new lens. The way our time at Sanctum evolved. How from the beginning, it felt like he wanted to protect me.
How long had he been quietly studying me before we met there?