Page 66 of Seeking Vengeance

I was consumed by it from the first night we met when I’d been watching her from the restaurant kitchen, her expression filled with determination and strength as she spied on the Costa family dinner. Then, in a split-second, Bishop scared the confidence from her features, and the frail panic triggered regrets from my past.

She needed saving. And unlike those I failed in my youth, I refused to let her suffer.

“Ho un debole per te.”I’m weak for you.

Completely powerless.

I would fall to my knees for her. In lust. In protection. For no other reason than this maddening chemistry between us.

“Shh.” She presses her mouth harder to mine, demanding silence as our chests brush.

I snicker, dragging my palm to the apex of her thighs, sliding my fingers over her mound as our tongues tangle. I’m worked up. Hard as stone. Determined as hell. “Nessuno potrà mai confrontare.”

She gasps. “Stop it. You’re killing me.”

“And not being inside you is killing me.”

She whimpers and holds me tighter to her lips.

I glide my fingertips to her slit, finding her wet, making her hips roll. The growl of gratitude that vibrates in my throat is uncontainable.

I’d hoped she’d be like this—utterly perfect—and prayed she wouldn’t be in the same breath. There’s no withstanding her. Not now. Maybe never.

I sink my fingers inside her, the walls of her pussy clamping down on me while she shudders.

“Matthew.” Her voice is nothing more than a breathy plea. “You make me crazy.”

She grinds into the curl of my fingers, kissing me harder, gripping tighter on my neck.

I need a fucking drink.

A time-out.

Something… anything to keep this from ending too fast. One blink and it will all be over.

“You have the same effect on me.” I reluctantly remove my fingers from her heat, needing to savor this, and clench my fist as I pull back. Her juices dampen my palm, the exquisite texture tempting me to lick my own damn skin.

She stiffens with my retreat, panting, her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Everything.

I don’t just want to fuck her—I want to watch her.Seeher.Knowher.

I raise my knuckles to the underside of her chin, tilting her face flush with mine. The scent of her sex lingers between us, the heady perfume filling my lungs.

Does it drug her the way it does me?

Is she drowning in lust, barely functional due to her need?

Those deep blue depths staring my way keep me grounded.

“Nei tuoi occhi c’è il cielo.”Heaven is in your eyes.

She licks her lower lip, her gaze lust drunk as her hands circle my wrist, guiding my knuckles higher. With a gentle touch, she unfolds my fist, and tilts her face to align my fingertips with her lips.

I hold my breath. Captivated.

Then she plunges fantasy into reality, gliding her mouth over my digits to suck them against the warmth of her tongue.

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