Page 105 of Brutal Crown
“I heard you earlier,” she says softly, and my head whips in her direction. “I was outside your father’s office…”
“You followed me.”
“I wanted to see you.”
A beat drops.
I gulp, turning away. “You being here with me… it’s wrong.”
“No one followed me.”
“I don’t care.” I move past her again, heading to the opposite counter.
“It doesn’t change what this looks like.”
Silence again. But she still doesn’t leave.
My entire body tightens when I feel her directly behind me. My fingers grip the edge of the counter.
The second I feel her hand brush the counter near mine, I lose the ability to breathe.
“Francesco…”
I whip around and grip her wrist harder than I mean to. She gasps.
“Go,” I say, voice low. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”
She glares at me with that stubborn, infuriating, beautiful face. She looks like she wants to say more. Instead, she scoffs, turns around, and starts to leave.
Something inside me snaps.
I pull her into me and crash my lips against hers. The kiss is desperate and rough. I feel her hands slide up my chest, to the side of my face, burying into my hair and pulling the strands. My hands grip her waist so hard, like I’m scared she’ll slip away.
My mouth doesn’t leave hers for a second as I lift her onto the counter. I step into the space between her legs, and she wraps them around my waist. My tongue slides through her parted lips,exploring every inch of her mouth and tasting her desperation. I can feel myself falling apart because of her. It’s not just passion or lust… It’s something else I cannot explain.
She moans softly, pushing her hips closer to mine when my hands wander down her back. A whimper escapes her throat as I slide one hand down her thigh, then under her nightgown.
“This fucking dress…” I groan against her lips as my fingers find her wet heat. “Did you come here knowing I was going to fuck you?” I slip two fingers inside.
She gasps against my lips. “Yes, but not like this.”
Her hands fumble against the waistband of my pants. “I want you inside me.”
I bite back a groan as she slips me out and palms me in her soft hands.
“You want me to fill you up?” I ask, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Mhmm.” Her hands fist in my shirt, and she pulls me even closer, grinding her crotch into me.
I run my tongue along her bottom lip, slowly sliding down her chin until I reach her throat. I lift her dress to run my tip over her moist entrance. The sweet sound of her moan ripples through the room.
“Fuck,” I groan as I slide in. “You taste so good…” I trail kisses from her collarbone to her neck, where I suck lightly. “I’m almost tempted to mark you.”
She tilts her head, giving me more access.
“Harder, please,” she whispers.
I start thrusting roughly, faster and harder than ever. Each time I hit a particular spot in her body, I hear the little gasp escape from her lips. Her hands cling to my shoulders, and she grinds her hips against mine, meeting my tempo.
