Page 20 of Thorns of Silence
“Fine,” I told him.
“So you don’t need to—”
“No, I don’t need to do anything. I had some fun beating the shit out of someone with Ghost earlier.” My brother watched me, his hand scrubbing down his face. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
He rubbed his jaw as if debating whether to believe me or not, and dry amusement filled me. He was only a few weeks older than me, but sometimes he acted like he was years older.
“Why does that make me worry more?”
I watched his face. “You have enough on your hands with Reina Romero.”
His eyes narrowed. “Do I need to worry about Phoenix Romero, too?”
“Don’t you fucking worry about her.” The calm and deadly threat escaped me, stilling the air. He had Reina to worry about. Phoenix was mine.
Amon watched my face, then let out an amused breath. “Well, fuck me sideways.”
I walked out the door, flipping him off over my shoulder.
NINE
PHOENIX
Imoved my lips, but of course no sound came out. My eyelids were heavy and my brain hazy as I gripped at the sheets around me. Why were they so warm, so silky?
A warm breath brushed against my neck and I startled. The scent of rich wood and leather seemed to puff up like a cloud around me. Naked flesh against mine. Fingers thrusting in and out of me. A warm, hard body against mine.
My eyes snapped open and a dark shadow loomed above me. Dante’s muscled chest pressed against mine, looking like a Roman god in the darkness.
Five o’clock stubble covered his face. I gasped, but before I could protest, his mouth covered mine. It scratched at my soft flesh while his long fingers had found themselves inside my panties.
A rush of energy surged through my veins, his sheer presence and overwhelming heat consuming every ounce of oxygen. His firm touch brought pleasure and pain as I pulled my mouth away from his, gasping for air.
The intensity in his eyes knocked the breath out of me, my hoarse breaths echoing in the small space of my bedroom.
My hips bucked against my will, grinding against his hard length, and my lips parted. I met his gaze, the depths of his blues pulling me into the deepest, darkest oceans.
He took my wrists and dragged them above my head, grinding his cock against my entrance.
I watched his mouth move around a command. “Open your legs wider for me, dandelion.”
My knees fell open and he kneeled between my legs, sliding his knuckles against my drenched pussy.
My rasping breaths drifted through the air, my breasts rising and falling as he reached under me and unhooked my bra, leaving me half-naked.
“Dante…” I mouthed. I couldn’t hear my voice, but something in his eyes flashed. He thrust two fingers inside me, my walls clenching around them. His other hand roamed my body hungrily. He yanked my boyshorts down my legs and plunged inside me in one go.
Without giving me time to adjust, he thrust faster and harder. There was something so beautiful about the animalistic power behind his thrusts, pinning me to the pillowy bed and forbidding me to move.
My fingers dug into his biceps and I held on. He plunged inside me again and I could feel his grunts with the brush of his chest against mine. My head rolled back, his thrusts tearing me apart.
He pinched my nipples, torturing and squeezing. Trembling beneath him, my insides pulsed around his cock.
He took and took and took. He took everything, and in return, he gave so much pleasure. He drove inside me with harsh strokes, fucking me savagely.
Pushing his hand between our bodies, he teased my clit in rough circles until I was bucking, reaching, arching my back off the bed. His lips were back on mine, kissing me and consuming me while my pussy milked his cock.
I watched his face as he drove into me, the veins in his neck straining with tension. That beautiful, kissable mouth inches from mine.
