Page 73 of Vicious Behaviors
This kiss feels like a war, and he’s winning. I hate that he’s winning. Yet I’m the one raising the white flag, letting him tear down every last defense, holding me hostage with nothing more than his mouth and the sinful way he uses it.
I’ve never been this turned on by just a kiss. Never. If he doesn’t make me come right here and now, I swear my body might combust.
Marcello’s thumb strokes along the side of my throat as his tongue battles mine. Teeth clash. Tongues twist. One of his hands slips out from my hair, caressing my cheek, then lowers to my chest until his palm finally finds my breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. My back arches involuntarily, my nipples peaking with need. As he pinches one—hard—I cry out into his mouth, my scream muffled by his kiss. He pulls back just enough to smirk, clearly pleased by how shamelessly my body responds to him.
“I could do anything to you,” he rasps. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
The words are meant to be cruel, but the heat in his eyes says he’d love nothing more than to test the theory.
And the worst part? He’s right.
If he wanted to take me right now…against this wall…I’d let him.
Still, that’s not what this is supposed to be. This isn’t the job. Sure, Haynes wouldn’t blink twice if I slept with Marcello to get intel. But this? This isn’t about information. I’m not seducing a target. I want him—body and soul. And that’s not in the job description. I was supposed to get close, but notthisclose. Never so close to blur the lines between who I am and what I’m pretending to be.
However, as his fingers twist my nipple again and his thigh rubs hard against my clit, I realize that maybe there are no lines left. That they have been swept away like sand in a storm.
I have to stop this. I have to. So why don’t I?
I tear my mouth from his instead, prompting us both to gasp for breath, our eyes locked, stunned and aching. It’s as if neither of us is aware of what just happened, or has the will to jump off this collision course we’re on.
Marcello’s gaze is heady as it flicks everywhere over my face and body as if he can’t make up his mind where to start first. I must have lost my damn mind, because I make the decision forhim, placing my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees.
And the most shocking part? He doesn’t fight me on it. He sinks willingly, eyes locked on mine, mirroring the perfect storm building inside me.
I pant, trembling with anticipation as he takes off my sneakers before gripping the waistband of my yoga pants and pulling them down all in one go. Once he’s successfully taken them off me, he throws them over his shoulder and licks his lips, his gaze fixed on the wet spot staining my panties.
“I can smell you from here,” he groans, angry with how much he wants me. Maybe even more angry with how much I want him.
I swallow hard as he slides my panties down my legs and then presses his nose to my slit, inhaling me as if he needed my scent to anchor him. And then, his dark and wild eyes flick up to mine just as his tongue takes its first taste.
I bite down on my lip, my knees nearly giving out with the sensation. His eyes flutter shut for half a second before he dives back in with a second lick, this time deeper, rougher.
Marcello doesn’t ease in. He just devours me. His tongue moves with purpose, fast, steady, and fucking maddening. He licks and sucks as if I were his last meal, his hands gripping my ass as if he owns it. Owns me. Moans slip from my throat, with unrecognizable sounds I’ve never heard me make before.
Marcello says nothing. He doesn’t need to. He’s too focused, too intoxicated by my body and how it practically begs for his touch. His mouth finds my clit, pulling it between his lips, sucking it hard enough to tear the world out from under me. Everything blurs behind a veil of white-hot pleasure as he eats me out with fervor.
I clutch at his hair, yanking each strand without mercy just to have something to hold on to…something I can use to groundmyself. He doesn’t flinch at the pain, only groans as his incessant need to devour me whole grows to new heights.
It feels as if he wants to eat me alive. And for the life of me, I have no intention of stopping him. Not when I’m so close. Not when this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Not when his mouth knows exactly what to do to make my body unravel.
“Marcello,” I gasp out his name, realizing that it’s the only word I can still vocalize. His name, and please. “Please…”
Hearing the desperate ache in my voice, he growls low in his throat and grabs one of my legs, tossing it over his shoulder so he can get even deeper. And just when I think he’s given me everything, his fingers slide inside me, one first, then two, hooking them just right to stroke a spot that makes me scream.
I come apart in waves, trembling, broken, undone. My body shakes as I fall over the edge, unsure of who I even am anymore. It takes me a second to process what just happened. How fast I was able to come with just a few meticulous strokes and thrusts. This man just wrecked me in the most erotic way imaginable by only using his mouth and fingers.
However, when Marcello finally stands up, I become in awe of him for a whole different reason. He looks like he’s barely holding it together. As if he were seconds from losing his way, too. His restraint, admirable compared to mine.
We stare at each other, both of us panting, his arousal straining against his gym shorts, the outline of his cock so pronounced it might as well be branded against me.
But it’s not his size that steals my breath. It’s the look in his eyes. Dark blue, almost black. But not with cruelty. With confusion and unbridled desire.
Marcello hates me. He’s made that clear. And I should hate him, based on everything I know about him and his family. Still, hate has no place in the space we created between us rightnow. There’s only fire—undeniable, consuming, wrong-in-all-ways fire.
If he touches me again…tries to kiss me…I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk away without giving him all of me. And he knows it.
I can see the struggle raging behind his eyes. His lust-filled desire battling against self-control.
