Page 67 of The Sting of Love
She lifts her hips so I can push my fingers into her pussy. She’s as wet as I thought she would be, her juices of need coating my fingers as I push in and out of her.
I pull out and take a break from her tits to lick off the glistening juice from my fingers. She tastes like honey and nectar. Sweet and delicious, a taste I savor in my mouth. She lifts my face to kiss me and I kiss her back, sweeping my tongue over hers as I explore her hot, wet mouth.
I’m about to shove my boxers down and fuck her more savagely than I did last night when that voice of reality creeps back in and stops me. It makes me halt, keeping me still so I can calm down.
She doesn’t stop so I have to make her. I stop kissing her, catch her wrists and set her down on the bed, lying on top of her so I can pin her down. I raise her hands above her head and hold her hands there to exert my dominance over her. She stares back at me in disbelief.
“We can’t,” I mutter and I can’t believe those words as I hear them.
“Why? Why can’t we?” she asks. She searches my eyes and I wish she wouldn’t do that.
It’s harder when she looks at me and sees my soul. I know she can. I can tell from how she responds when she looks at me that she can see how I feel. All of it. From the confliction to the love.
“We can’t Willow. Last night was… it was last night, but nothing’s changed. You’ve seen exactly why you can’t be with me.”
She closes her eyes for a brief moment and when she opens them again I see what she wants and I know it’s me.
“I love you too,” she says and I know she’s saying that in reference to what I said yesterday.
That is the first time any woman I’ve been with has ever said those words to me and meant it.
“You mustn’t,” I answer holding her wrists tighter.
“So it’s okay for you to love me and I mustn’t love you?”
“Yes. That is exactly what this will be.”
She shakes her head at me. “That’s not fair.”
“It has to be. This is how it has to be Willow. I’m leaving in a little while and I’m hoping I can give you your freedom today. That’s my hope.” It has to be today. This shit with Amadeo has gone on long enough and it’s taking me away from the bigger threat of Mario.
I know the other guys are tracking him, but with us split up the way we are we aren’t going to find him until he makes his presence known. He has Xiou taking care of him. That’s a task in itself.
I release the grip I have on her wrists and back away from her. I stand and gaze down at her beautiful body, committing her to memory. Every part of her from the way her eyes hold me in place to her goddess body of perfection.
“That’s it?” she asks and when I nod her eyes brim with tears.
“That’s it.”
“If you stop that guy from coming after us, you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”
God, I wish it was that simple. “There’s more Willow. More danger. A bigger threat I need to sort out. It won’t end with that guy. He’s just a part of the game.”
Amadeo is a pawn Mario is trying to use to kill me. That’s what this whole thing is. If I get rid of Amadeo, Mario and Xiou will just send more people after me and mine. It won’t be just Willow to worry about. I have my family. Pa, and my sisters, and their families too. I’ve been hunting Mario, but this works both ways. He’ll come for me too.
“When this is done, you will not see me again. I mean it this time,” I add. “You shouldn’t be with a guy who has to kidnap you to keep you safe.”
Her face hardens as I speak. Like Pa, she knows I’m right. Truth is truth and no one can refute it.
“I’ll allow you to call Lurlene. I know I don’t have to tell you to watch what you say to her. Understand?” I feel like a prick talking to her with such control.
She nods and covers herself.
I walk away from her and head into the shower.
This is going to be one fucking long day, but all the shit needs to end here.
I won’t live through this another day. It’s too hard. Too hard to keep picking at my heart, tearing pieces away from it then trying to patch it up again.
