Page 21 of Hostile Secret
“You called Reno’s phone?” I ask, pretending not to be affected by the stunning view or the fact she’s so broken.
She nods. “I like to think he can still hear me. I know it’s pointless to leave so many voice messages for him… don’t judge me. Anyway, you should know I’m completely loyal to your family. I love Dré as if he were my real brother. I know you guys have more enemies than a beach has grains of sand. They murdered Reno, for fuck’s sake.” Her voice trembles.
That wisp of vulnerability catches me off guard. It’s like a sign to the devil that she’s off limits.
“You don’t need to worry about me telling people the truth of our arrangement. I’m not that naïve, or a little girl. So, please stop calling me niñita.”
From up here, she’s definitely not a kid. With those full tits, and that admission, she’s all woman.
“You have the answer to your question. Now, how about you tell me why you’re in my room?”
It wasn’t meant to happen. I’d planned to jerk myself off while I spied on you.
“The sea storms take a toll on the house. I was checking for damage,” I reply, my answer robotic.
India lifts onto her elbows, glancing at her bare chest, but not making a move to cover herself up. She returns my stare, partly naked and hellishly ravishing.
“You were checking for damage in my room?” She actually fucking smirks. Our gazes lock—bold azure to dangerous green. “Or were you hoping to find this…”
In a reckless move, she snatches my hand and smashes it onto her left tit, squeezing my fingers into the plump flesh. My commonsense fades and fiery blood scorches my veins.
A hard nipple pokes into my palm and her skin instantly prickles. I take a beat to breathe into the sensation, debating the risk of ramming my dick into her tight little holes, one by one.
I can almost feel her warm throat working around the weeping crown of it. But nothing would feel as good as the act of exclusively claiming her.
“You don’t want to wake up the monster in me.” The tone of my voice rasps, thick and hungry. I’m alive inside, my veins hissing with a desire I never knew existed. “Nothing good would come from it.”
As I speak the truth, her chest rises and falls in bursts. I don’t move, getting off on this chaotic buzz. She licks her lips and presses my hand down harder to keep it in place.
“Maybe I want danger, Gio.”
An expression of intrigue draws her gaze to my inked chest. For all my attempts to put distance between us, she’s showing zero resistance. I start to think Reno had shaped the best
weapon of all––her. And that makes India the rarest possession I could add to my personal arsenal.
I bare my teeth and snarl, the unhinged rumble echoing around the dark corners of her freshly decorated room.
“There’s no maybe. I know your skin burns for attention and your untouched little cunt wants the thrill of a dangerous man to claim it, to own it, and to destroy your innocence. But that man won’t be me.”
After an age of staring at each other, my dick considers ignoring the fight against this hot-blooded reaction. As if sensing the switch in my mood, she yanks my arm until her pouty mouth is before mine.
“Liar. I’ve noticed the way you look at me.” Her voice is smoky and provocative, like she’s feeding off my self-restraint and loving the challenge.
Without thought for her actions, she skates the tip of her tongue across my lower lip like she’s tasting the forbidden to see how it works for her.
I’m so turned on it hurts.
Her enchanting eyes drill into mine, the challenge set as she whispers, “And I felt how hard your dick was against my thigh back on Sin Island. You wanted to fuck me then, didn’t you? And you want to fuck me now, too. I know you do.”
In that second, my decorum slips and an indecent surge of greed takes over. I let go of her tit and fist the hair close to her nape, securing her face before me with both hands.
Without any hesitation, my mouth crashes over hers and my tongue fucks her face. I savor the needy gasp she expels. Our teeth clash—hungry and violent. My veins turn red-hot.
The dominant force I use steals her filthy whimper as we inhale the same air. I’m in so much trouble because this impulsive decision shakes the contentment of my regimented world.
Bare breasts squish into my naked chest, the softness of her forbidden flesh testing my sanity. My balls are cramping, and my heart rate is out of control.
Her skin holds a subtle scent of feminine soap and her mouth tastes of peppermint. But her groans… fuck, those sexy noises could make me shoot my load all over her belly with minimal effort.
