Page 119 of Seeking Vengeance

“That’s not all.” His hand releases my neck, his palm sliding down my body and around my hip. “This fucking ass is mine, too.”

I shudder with the words. Pulse with the deep dig of his fingers into my meaty flesh.

I wrap my legs around his waist. Lick my lips. Fight against the burn in my nipples.

“I’m going to fuck you there,amore mio,” he promises, carnal and severe. “I’m going to stretch that perfect little ass and make it hurt so damn good.”

Oh… My… God.

I come undone again. My imagination succumbs to his filth. My pussy enjoys the ever-loving fuck out of it.

I moan with bliss. Close my eyes. Clamp my core.

“Fuck.” He pistons inside me, following me into mindlessness. “Fuck this perfect little cunt.”

I whimper. Exhausted. Tired. And entirely helpless against the shudders still wracking me.

He pumps harder, his fingers digging.

The pain is intense. The pleasure is incredible.

“Goddamn you, Layla,” he roars.

Those hips buck once. Twice. His seed fills me until finally, he crashes down upon me, deftly dragging me to my side so his weight rests into the mattress.

We stare, breathing each other’s liquor-tainted air, our bodies joined, the candlelight dancing over our skin.

I wait for morality to nip at my heels. To bite and punish and scar.

Nothing comes.

I remain shrouded in bliss, my gaze entranced by the man who owns my heart, my head free from criticism—at least for now.

I run my fingertips along the scratch marks I left on his chest. “When did you organize the candles and food?”

“This morning, while you were in the shower.” His lips curve. “But I wasn’t entirely responsible.”

I raise a questioning brow.

“I texted Bishop. He called the hotel to make arrangements.”

“Bishop?” His name leaves my mouth with incredulity.

“Yeah, Bishop.” He grabs my wrist with a gentle hand and raises my knuckles to his lips. “He’s cooperative when he wants to be.”

“And a bastard the rest of the time,” I mutter.

“Not always. He actually likes you.”

I scoff. “We’re both good at lying, Matthew, but you didn’t come close to pulling that one off.”

“No more lies,amore mio. I promise his caustic exterior is just for show. He didn’t want you getting messed up in our world. Then, when he found out you were already in the thick of it, he tried to convince me to cut you loose to save you from complications.”

“I’m still not buying it.” I inch closer, snuggling into his side, sliding my thigh between his. “But I don’t need to. I’m here for you, not him.”

“Just as long as you know he’s no threat.” He places a kiss to my forehead. “He’s all talk when it comes to you.”

I stew on his words, unsure what they mean yet unwilling to ask.

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