Page 277 of Ruin Me Gently

“Gesù…” His fingers dug in, gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks. Marks I wanted.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed, grinding down harder.

“Not planning to, sweetheart,” he growled, teeth scraping the side of my neck.

His hands moved, one slipping under my shirt, warm and rough across my hip as he helped to guide me back and forth across his cock, the other dipping lower. His fingers teased at my waistband, knuckles brushing against the pulse hammering low in my belly. My breath hitched and I ground down harder, chasing the friction.

“Look at you,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “So desperate.”

I was. I always was for him. I reached back, curling my fingers into his hair and twisting my head round, pulling his mouth to mine in a heated, messy kiss.

“Tell me what you want,” he muttered, his voice breaking against my lips.

“You,” I gasped. “I want you.”

“God, you’re—”

“Fifteen minutes!” Finn’s voice rang out like a gunshot.

Silas’ grip tightened around my waist, barely steadying me before I slid to the floor. “Gesù Cristo!” he barked, twisting to glare at Finn.

Finn stood in the doorway, arms spread wide. “You’ve been alone for fifteen minutes!” he repeated. “For fuck’s sake!”

“Stavo per scoparmi la mia donna,” Silas muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Oh yeah?” Finn snorted. “Well, maybe next time don’t take fifteen minutes just to get to second base.”

“Vaffanculo,” Silas shot back.

Finn grinned. “Ma vaffanculo tu.”

“Testa di cazzo.”

“Idioti,” I snapped. “Can you two stop flirting for five seconds.”

Finn didn’t respond. He just shoved the door shut and strode across the room, yanking his phone out of his pocket, and slamming it down on Silas’ desk.

“Okay,” he said. “Speak.”

“Took you idiots long enough to answer.”

CHAPTER SIXTY TWO

Itilted my headback against the chair and exhaled through my nose.

“What do you want?”

“I’ve been busy.”

I frowned, fingers pausing their slow strokes on Lilith’s waist. “Busy with what?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” Orion’s voice dripped with arrogance, that signature smugness that made my jaw clench. “I mean… I’ve been working on a few things. Important things. Big things.”

I dragged my hand down my face. “Gesù Cristo, Orion. If you’re calling to stroke your own ego, I swear to—”

“Relax,” he cut in. “I’m getting to the good part.”

Finn folded his arms, leaning against the desk, staring down at the phone.

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