Page 49 of The Red Queen

She stared at him, the depths of hell leaping from her black eyes, snapping fire and brimstone at him.

“Nod if you understand.”

She jerked her head in a nod, but before he released her, he leaned in and covered her lips in a kiss, stealing the last of her breath. She gripped his shoulders, her feet scrambling against the wall as she tried to hold herself up.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, taking the brunt of her weight against him, then swung her around and fell onto the bed with her. Of course, Desi being Desi, she wasn’t about to let him get the upper hand.

She took a fistful of his hair and dragged his head back, sinking her teeth into his throat, this time in earnest. She was out for blood.

He gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open, releasing him. He would have one hell of a love bite in the morning.

He flipped her onto her stomach and came down on top of her, pinning her. She tried to rear up, but he was heavy enough that she could do little more than wiggle her ass against his crotch.

“Fuck, Desi,” he groaned, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and unzip himself. His cock was harder than he remembered it ever being.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she screamed at him over her shoulder as she heard his zipper.

He leaned down, sweeping the hair off the back of her neck. “Thank you for not wearing panties.”

He guided himself to her, swiping his fingers through her wetness, making sure she was ready for him before slamming himself home. He bit down on the back of her neck, giving her a mark that equaled the one she gave him. He cut through flesh until the taste of blood hit his tongue, making the pleasure of his entry more intense.

She was so tight it felt like she was strangling his cock. She let out a shout of discomfort as he forced his way deep into her pussy.

“Gio!” she screamed.

A bolt of pleasure slammed through him as she said his name. Not just his name, but the shortened version, the name only she could use.

“You can take it,bella,” he growled, basking in the tight squeeze of her pussy before he began fucking her, slowly at first, savouring each sensation, then faster.

Fuck, she was so good, better than he’d hoped.

Her screams of anger shifted into shouts of pleasure as he forced her legs wider and reached under her hips to strum her clitoris, which was slippery and engorged.

She reached back and gripped his head, tangling her fingers in his hair and yanking, sending fire through his scalp.

Giovanni was fast reaching his peak, but he wanted Desi to come with him. He wouldn’t have it any other way their first time.

He pulled out of her and leaned back so he could roll her over.

She blinked up at him, confusion bright in eyes clouded with desire.

He guided himself back into her, sliding home into the wet dark heat as he took her mouth in a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue past the barrier of her teeth. It was risky, given her sentiments only a few minutes earlier, but he didn’t care. When he agreed to take Desi, he knew being with her would be like riding a lightning bolt. Wild, intoxicating, dangerous.

She gripped him, raking his shoulder with her nails, before digging them into his back and lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

He broke the kiss. “Say my name.”

“Gio.”

“Again.”

“Gio!”

He gripped her hair, pushed his forehead against hers and growled, “Never forget who I am.”

He tilted his head down and bit her breast hard over her nipple, leaving teeth marks in the tender flesh.

She screamed and gripped his head, holding him in place as she came, bucking her hips up and shaking with the force of her orgasm.

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