Chapter 17 #2
His hands wind into my hair, pulling so roughly it burns, but I like it. I want more. I need him inside me again. I need him to make me feel the way he did the last time.
“I missed everything about you, Red,” he groans as he wrenches away, his lips sucking along the curve of my jaw, teeth raking my skin.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, unable to hide how good it feels to want a man this way.
“You’re done running from me, you hear?” His chest rises and falls with heaviness as he draws back, his eyes pinning me in place.
When I don’t answer, he tightens his grasp around my throat, so deep I fight for air. His free hand journeys down my sternum, lower until he brushes his fingers in between my thighs. And even through the jeans, I feel his touch, yearning for more of it.
“Say it,” he demands, popping open the button of my pants and dragging the zipper down, the sound pervading the space around us. “Tell me you’ll stop running.”
I throw my head back when he slides his hand under my panties, almost where I desperately need him. He works my jeans lower, until they’re stretching around my upper thighs.
This is wrong. He isn’t mine. He’s supposed to be hers. But I can’t seem to make him stop. I don’t want this to end.
A single finger dips lower until it skims my clit. And when I bite on my inner cheek to stop myself from screaming, he plunges two fingers inside me so forcefully, I can’t help the sounds coming out of my lips.
“Yes…don’t stop!” I groan.
A satisfied growl rumbles from his chest. “What a needy whore you are.”
Thrust.
“So wet.”
Thrust.
“So perfect.”
Thrust.
“Oh, fuck…” I cry, his eyes delving into mine, unwilling to let go.
“I’m gonna have you coming on my cock over and over until you remember that you belong to me.” Then he captures my mouth with a heady vengeance, swallowing my sounds of ecstasy, as though sealing his words with a blood oath.
But I don’t belong to him. I never will, even if I wanted to.
He kisses me with a hunger permeating his marrow, his fingers sliding in and out with untethered depravity.
I grow languid, my body shuddering the more his thumb flicks over my clit. If it wasn’t for him keeping me caged up against the wall, I’d collapse on the ground.
“Your pussy feels even better than I remember,” he whispers against my lips, brushing them softly. “Or maybe I just missed you.”
“I…I bet you’ve had plenty of pussy after mine.”
He backs his face up, eyes narrowed, laced with a quiet rage that has suddenly grown as though out of nowhere. And then he’s thrusting harder and deeper.
“Yes, yes, please don’t stop…” My words are hoarse and achy and needy. And I’m not the least bit worried about any of it.
Tomorrow, though? Tomorrow I’ll regret all of it. But it’s not tomorrow. It’s today. And right now, this is all I thirst for.
He chuckles. “Grew some manners since our time apart, haven’t you, bambina?”
“Shut up and make me come,” I grunt, gripping a fistful of his hair.
“That’s the Red I remember.” Then his fingers are curling inside me, stretching so good. But it’s not enough. I need all of him. To make me feel the way only he can.
My lashes flutter shut and I drop my head against the wall, the fervor of my orgasm building.
“No,” he snaps harshly. “Look at me. I want you to remember who’s making you come, who you’re begging to make you come.”
Oh my God. Why the hell is that savage look in his eyes and those domineering words making me want to drown myself in him?
“Iseult?” Eriu’s voice suddenly slashes through the other side of the door, and it’s like I’ve been doused in ice water.
My pulse pounds in my ears, blood rushing to my head.
“Get off,” I whisper to Gio, shoving him, but his fingers remain inside me and a smirk curls over one end of his mouth.
I narrow my gaze, and when I do, he rubs his thumb around my clit and my eyes roll back.
“Iseult? Are you there?” Eriu turns the knob. “I really need to talk to you. Kora said you might be in the shower.” She sniffles.
Shit.
Stop, I mouth to him, even when it’s the last thing I want.
But my sister is right there. I can’t make her think I’d hook up with her fiancé, even though that’s exactly what I’m doing.
He drops his lips against my ear. “I don’t think you want me to stop. You’re so wet, you’re dripping down my fingers.”
He thrusts again, and I lose all ability to speak.
“Okay, I’ll just wait for you.” She huffs.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, slowly slipping out of me.
And when he does, I feel hollow, aching for him.
His fingers glisten with my arousal, and without his eyes leaving mine, he sucks them into his mouth until they’re clean. “So delicious.”
Why is that so damn hot?
The back of his hand strokes down my cheek, his gaze searching mine for things I can’t give him. Because when I think about my sister out there, more guilt surfaces, and I realize what a horrible person I actually am.
“Look, Gio,” I say breathlessly. “We can’t do this again.”
He cups my cheek, leaning into my chest.
“This was it. Do you hear me?” I whisper, my tone curling with annoyance.
He shouldn’t still be this close to me. I shouldn’t want him to be.
“You’re going to be my sister’s husband.”
With intensity brewing in his gaze, he shakes his head. “No, Red. I’m gonna be your husband.”