Page 53 of Hostile Devil
His fingertips jump to my cheeks, hollowing them and forcing my gaze to lock onto his. “Look at me when you come, baby.” He kisses me, so rough and hard that I forget to exhale. “This is what I’d fight any fucker for...” His raspy whisper is the last thing I hear. “For you.”
An orgasm shoots through me, my obsession for him a hungry ache. I exhale into his mouth, entranced by his unusual disregard of secrecy—how he’s taking me a few yards away from his brothers. One of them could wander into this hallway at any minute and find him fucking me.
His tongue continues to dominate my mouth, and suddenly the violent thrusts ease. Sweat glistens his temples, his lungs expanding in bursts. Pulling back a fraction, we stare at each other for the longest moment. Then he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, unspoken thoughts running wild in his mind.
I shiver when his knuckles stroke the curve of my jaw and his lips linger. “I don’t ever want this to end,” he says.
“From where I’m sitting, it feels like you’ve made up your mind.” I blink up at him. “You are in love with me, aren’t you?”
The color of his eyes darkens, and I start to think I should have kept my mouth shut.
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GIOVANNI
What is it with that fucking word?
It's just four letters and yet it's meant to neatly tie up all the raw, brand-new emotions inside of me. It doesn’t though. There isn’t a word that fits.
I freeze, motionless. Unsure how to explain my feelings and not really knowing where to start. I’ve never been in this position before.
A trickle of sweat rolls the length of my spine and I draw in a deep breath. Truth is, I could have taken a chopper to the hotel and caused a scene. But the second our enemies catch the scent of a family feud; they’d be all over us like vultures.
No, this was personal—private Souza business. Not to mention the fact I had ordered my brothers to escort India home––and they brought her to me. Priceless.
“I know for sure I don’t want to live without you.” I admit. “And I’d slaughter anyone who’d hurt you. So, I guess that’s what love is.”
She grins at me, fully aware I’m not great with the complexities of emotions. “You can’t say it, can you?”
A breathy laugh rumbles in my chest. “I just did.”
Her nose brushes mine. “No… you alluded to it.”
My dick twitches inside of her. I grit my teeth and let it slide out. Only to heighten her hunger or to test my own restraint.
“Is my dirty little whore looking for a fight?” I nibble her mouth, teasing. “Because I’ll win this time.”
Not pushing me further, she runs her nails over my chest, making the skin prickle. Mischief flashes in her eyes. “I love it when we wrestle, and your dick grows full and hard. You enjoy it too, don't you?”
“You know I do.” I lick the seam of her lips. “Is that what you want? Hardcore sex on the floor.”
She shakes her head. “That's for later. I want you to make love to me instead.Showme how you feel about me.”
My hands keep moving, gently squeezing one of her tits, and brushing a piece of jewelry I’ve never seen on her before. I enjoy the hot sigh she exhales.
It’s her turn next. Her small hand explores my shivery skin and strokes my aching boner. Firmly fisting it, she cants her hips, getting ready to take it.
“Uh-uh,” I scold, my muscles visibly arguing with the decision to take my time. “Not yet.”
Her lips kiss a path to my ear, where she nips the lobe with her teeth and tugs. “Okay… I’ve changed my mind,” she whispers. “I thought you’d do it slow, not torture me.”
I laugh under my breath and inhale her natural scent, my eyelids turning heavy and my dick excruciatingly painful. It takes all my strength to resist wrapping her throat and letting my impulses take over.
Our lips cling. “You want me, don’t you? Like this?” I ask her, both of us panting in the same oxygen. “You like it messy and hot?”
She hums her approval into my mouth, rubbing her bare pussy against me.
This tenderness I’m offering is rare for a man like me. Slowing it all down is a first, but fuck, this sexy kiss is blowing my mind.
