Page 381 of Under Her Skin
It was aslaughter.
Ama layin Enda’s arms as he slept. It was past midnight, but she couldn’t get to sleep at all. She wondered what was bothering her and couldn’t get a grip on it. Something was changing inside of her, and she couldn’t figure out whether it was physical or emotional or …what the hell is it?she thought in frustration, but the answer would not come. She gazed at Enda’s sleeping face. In rest, he looked so much younger, less stressed, more boyish.I love you, so much, she thought as she looked at him.I can’t imagine my life withoutyou.
The thought of being without him made her feel sick, and she gently extracted herself from his grip and went into the bathroom. The nausea passed, and she brushed her teeth again, looking in the mirror. Something was different with her. Her face looked fuller, her eyes sparkled, and her hair hung long and lustrous down her back. Her breasts seemed larger and her belly softly curved. Was it just that, finally, she saw herself as a sexual being? More confident?Maybe, Ama thoughtnow.
“Hey, you okay?” Enda had woken and was standing naked in the doorway, eyes sleepy, his dark curls wild about his head. He lookedadorable.
Ama grinned and went to him, pressing her nakedness against him and feeling his cock respond. She brushed her lips against his. “Fuck me, Enda …fuck mehard…”
A thrill of danger and arousal flooded her as he pushed her roughly against the wall, his mouth harsh against hers. He spread her legs with his foot. “Open them wide for me,woman.”
She did, grinning, and his cock, huge and swollen, thrust hard into her. His fingers bit into her skin as his teeth did the same to her shoulder. She gasped at the pain, but clawed his back with her fingernails, urging him deeper into her. He tumbled her to the floor and pressed her knees to her chest, driving himself into her as hard as he could, almost violent in his actions. Ama screamed her pleasure to him, calling out his name over and over, urging him to be rougher. He slammed her hands to the cool tile with his, growling his need for her, his cock plowing deeper and faster with every stroke until she came explosively, her whole body shaking violently. Enda pulled out and came on her skin, creamy cum spattering over her belly and breasts. His thumb delved deep into her navel, finger fucking her as he bit down on her nipples, then crushed his lips against hers until she tastedblood.
It was feral, animal, and they tore at each other as they fucked. Enda thrust into her perfect ass, hooking her legs over his shoulder. “God, you’re so goddamn beautiful, Ama, I could spend my life just fucking you over and over and overagain…”
Ama came quickly, quivering and shuddering. “Enda …please …nail me to the floor. Fuck meeverywhere…”
And they did. They spent all night fucking each other in every room in the villa, even the tiny utility room. Ama sat on the washer as Enda thrust into her again andagain.
By the time dawn came, they were sated and exhausted. This time, Ama had no trouble fallingasleep.
The same night,Raffaelo Winter was also having trouble sleeping. For some reason, although he and Inca had made love as usual—rapturous love—when she had fallen asleep, something was nagging at himtoo.
He got out of bed and went to get some water, staring out of the window over the Bay. Lights of the boats in the Bay bobbed around, and the night wasserene.
But he felt something. Something was coming. Lurking in the shadows, waiting. Watching. He emptied the glass and went back to the bedroom. For a long moment, he stood at the door, watching his wife sleep. Her long, dark hair clouded around her on the pillow, her thick, dark lashes resting on her downy cheeks. Her beauty had always made him weak. The last ten years with her had made him happy beyond what he thought waspossible.
Andyet…
He was always that someone would try and take her away from him. Inca had survived so many attempts on her life—both offenders were thankfully dead now—but he was always tensed for the next attack. Her beauty attracted admirers andobsessives.
His mind flipped to his friends now. Enda and Ama had fitted seamlessly into their lives here, but the woman his friend had fallen in love with had a little too much in common with Inca for Raffaelo’s liking. Jackson Gallo was very much alive and well and was undoubtedly planning his revenge. And who knew who would be caught in thecrossfire?
Yes, Raffaelo thought grimly. Something iscoming.
And I know, I just know …nothing good can come ofit…
San Francisco
Selima Rai pickedher phone up and saw it was her sister calling. She glanced quickly at the sleeping man beside her and scooted gently out of bed. She went into the living room, slipping into Chase’s t-shirt before she answered the call. “Hey,sis.”
“Hey, I didn’t wake you, didI?”
“Not atall.”
“Why are you whispering?” Ama sounded amused and Selimachuckled.
“Hot guy asleep in nextroom.”
“Good work.” Ama laughed. “Sorry to call so early. I always forget the timedifference.”
“I don’t care. It’s lovely to hear your voice. How areyou?”
“Beyond good. How’s your programgoing?”
Selima was studying for her Master’s degree in criminology and was loving every day, even though it was hard work. “Good, darling, really. I like my tutors a lot; they’re more like friends at thispoint.”
“Suckup.”
