Page 18 of Double Edged Hearts
“Do I really have to spell it out for you? You’re a mobster and I’m a fed. The two don’t work together. You’re a criminal. Look at this house,” I rasp. “Are you going to tell me you bought it with your hard-earned cash?”
I hate it when he smiles back at me. “Yes. I am going to tell you that. Me and my bike made it. We do stunts. I jump off buildings. I hold bike races at the arena I share with the guys. Sometimes I fly through the air and do all manner of shit. It pays well to live on the edge.” He chuckles, but I keep my face stern.
“That’s it? Your boss, Claudius, doesn’t pay you to be his capo and do his bidding?”
“We’re mobsters, Cora. I won’t lie to you. I was born into the mob, and it’s what I am. Who I am is a different story.”
“So you think you’re good?” I counter.
“No,” he answers, short and succinct. It surprises me because I thought that was the conclusion he was gearing toward. “I’m not good. But that’s not the issue with us, is it? You knew I was a snake when you picked me up, and you knew the snake would come to you when you summoned it.”
A menacing smile lights up his face, he has me exactly where he wants me and he knows it.
“You summoned me even after you made this change to your life, Coraline. Agent Monroe. The fed went looking for her mobster lover.” He looms before me like temptation, coming so close his nose brushes over mine. “You summoned me because you know I’m different.”
“There are no good criminals, Alex. I shouldn’t trust you.”
“Trust is just one thing, doll. You trust me, but you don’t want to,” he says and his words grip me so much I can’t tear my eyes away from his. “Truth is truth, and neither you nor me can change it. I don’t have to ask you if you trust me because I know you do. I’d never break your trust and I would never break you. You know that but you don’t want to believe it. Whatever made you leave is not about me and you. We’ve always existed outside reality. That is truth.”
Numbness fills me. My gaze clings to his, and so does my heart. My poor heart wants to believe him so bad it hurts.
Just for a few seconds I allow myself to believe, and his words fill me with that thrill I get when I’m with him.
He lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine, and fire fills my soul. It’s a tease, a taste of desire and passion. A taste of something I crave. A taste of him.
Heat sweeps over my body. The crackle of sexual energy that passes over us is so intense it steals my thoughts away, taking away all the reasons why I shouldn’t be with him.
My lips part for him as he closes the space between us and runs his tongue over my bottom lip, tasting me. I taste him too as he nips at the corner of my mouth and tugs on my lip. I feel it right down deep in my groin and wetness pools between my thighs.
He smiles with satisfaction and I moan into his mouth as he captures my lips for the hot, wild kisses we’re known for. Hunger fills me at the same time he fills his palms with my breasts and starts kneading.
When he pulls at my shirt, and it rips I know there’s no going back. I curse myself for hardly putting up a fight. I didn’t even really try.
My hands take over, fueled with the control of desire and I grasp on to the hem of his shirt too, tugging for him to take it off. We pause for a few seconds for him to whip the shirt off and push mine down my shoulders. He cups my face and presses his lips to mine, holding my face and running his thumb over my cheek.
“Slow. This round is slow. I want to enjoy you first. Taste you and savor you. I want the taste of you on my lips and in my soul,” he breathes, and my chest tightens in response.
I want him, that’s the truth. A truth I’m trying so hard to deny. Being without him for the last few years was hard.
I tried to forget. I thought I did. I thought I could. Seeing him again has awakened everything I felt for him. All that I feel for him.
It doesn’t matter what I tell myself. What I truly want is him and I want him to do whatever he wants to me. The thought weakens me and I don’t want to say no anymore. I don’t want to resist him.
“Slow…” I agree, and a soft smile dances across his lips.
He releases me and settles me back against the wall. With one quick snap, he undoes the little butterfly clasp holding my bra together, and my breasts fall out, bobbing towards him with the invite to touch and taste.
My tight puckered nipples speak of my arousal for him, and he indulges by lowering his mouth to taste me just as he promised.
When his mouth closes over my left nipple, pleasure courses through me and my mind goes blank, wiped clean of everything that’s not him. When he starts sucking and swirling his tongue around the flesh, taking me deeper into his hot, wet mouth, insanity comes for me and mindless moans of raw ecstasy fall from my lips.
Holy fuck… how could this feel better than last night?
Last night was unreal. This mere moment with us just getting started is like liquid fire running through my soul. The feeling gets even better when he starts alternating his suckle from one breast to the other. I run my fingers through the spiky strands of his hair and hold him to me. The more I moan, the harder he sucks, until my breasts feel raw from the wildness of his mouth and the graze of his teeth.
“You feel good, Goddess?” he taunts, knowing full well that I do and I’m coming undone in his arms.
Like an obedient servant, I nod, and his smile inches up a notch to the smile of a man who knows he’s pleasing his woman.
