Page 52 of Hostile Devil
“I’ve told Tommy we have important business to discuss about Blanco.” He angles his head a little, eyeing André’s reaction to his dominance over me. “I just need a few minutes alone with my woman first.”
André cocks his head. “Minutes…” He muses and stands. “Right, enjoy the best few minutes of your life, Indy.”
I giggle when André stalks across the room at the same time as Giovanni drags me in the opposite direction. He leads me out of the kitchen, his pace quick to match the tempo of my pulse.
Without getting far, he spins me around and shoves me into the wall, his bulk crowding me. With a detectable change in his gaze, he seizes my face in his murderous hands and kisses me in an impulsive, fierce attack.
Our teeth clash and my skin blazes from his coarse hairs. He controls the position of my head to deepen the pressure, causing me to whimper.
My hands are on him. I rise to my tiptoes and glide them around his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin. The solid outline of his dick rubs against my pelvis, and a guttural groan escapes him.
Heat spreads from between my thighs and my breathing turns rapid.
Leo squeals in the kitchen, his laughter contagious and Matheus roars with him. Their voices are dangerously close. Though it doesn't stop Giovanni’s mouth from devouring mine.
“India.” The way he says my name with his Latino accent and gravelly texture has me dry humping his leg. “I realized something while you were away.”
He hitches my dress up, roughly rips off my lacy panties, and manages to unzip his utility pants, quickly freeing his dick.
“Oh, yeah… what’s that?” I say breathlessly, my skin burning for him.
The right corner of his mouth hitches ever so slightly. There's something in that one look he offers that holds much more than lust. The awareness of it gives me goosebumps.
“What is it?” I ask again.
Urgently slotting his hands under my armpits, he hoists me into the air and pivots, his legs working fast to carry me a few short strides.
In a blur, my ass lands on a narrow console table. My thighs automatically hug around him and my fingers weave into his dark hair, my chest pressing into his. God, he smells so good—an intoxicating concoction of sex and violence.
Rooted between my legs, he fists my hair, yanking my head backward to expose my throat, his teeth grazing a path along the curve.
“Aren’t you going to tell me?” I whisper, my clit swollen and pulsating.
My breath hitches when he leans back, releases his hold on me, stuffs his fingers into the disorderly hair on top of his head, his gaze hot.
The way this man makes me feel is dangerous.
“I’ve always been independent and content in my own company, but watching the helicopter take you away earlier… I hated how unsettled I became.” His spine bends and his mouth captures mine, his tongue dipping inside. “I hated not being able to find you on the camera footage because you weren’t here. I hated the fact I missed your damn call. And what I hate most of all is knowing there will always be a piece of you that would leave me to go with my brother.”
Keeping eye contact, he grabs his dick and glides the satiny crown through my wet folds. Something lurks in his hooded gaze, a shimmer of excitement and a flash of possessiveness.
“I have to settle this once and for all, India.”
On his last word, he holds me tighter and pushes in deep. My body instantly welcomes him, the table beneath me butting into the wall as he thrusts in. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out, the shivery pain reaching right through me.
I exhale in a whimper; the sound turning into a raspy, satisfied groan. He grips my hip bones and drags me closer. Dark hair tumbles over his forehead. Flashes of lightning make his eyes glow and his facial cuts more visible.
I should ask him how we’re going to reach an amicable solution for everyone, but I can barely breathe.
“Fuck.” He groans, his voice strained. “Fucking has never felt so good.”
My face falls to the crook of his neck, the rise of my release coming at me hard and fast. He places a hand under my ass and buries himself deeper. I bite his shoulder to muffle the scream burning the back of my throat. Then I pull back, staring into his eyes as he fucks me.
“Christ…” he hisses, trying to slow his pace.
I palm his chest, hurriedly diving my hands under his shirt, touching his sweaty taut muscles underneath. “Gio… you’re so deep.”
“Ah, fuck,” he growls, the sonorous sound spine-chilling as if the last thread of his decorum had snapped.
