Page 121 of The Wicked
The sound sent tantalizing flutters to my stomach, and I felt myself reaching the edge.
Our heated gazes locked again, and I didn’t look away from him, not wanting to miss how beautiful he looked right now, brows pinched, eyes in a daze, lips parted in lust.
At this moment, I wanted more than anything to see how he’d look in the heat of skin-to-skin pleasure. At the edge, about to come.
The thoughts and the pressure of his hard length had my toes curling with tantalizing sensations, and I was almost fucking there; the buildup was quickly ramping up for release… fuck,wewere almost—
The roof door pushed open. “Marino, are you out here!”
I scrambled off him instantly, pushing my gown down, my panties soaked and uncomfortable. Annoyance gripped my bones at the interruption that slapped reality back into our faces.
My heart was racing. Unsatisfaction still thumped between my legs, seeking warmth and a little friction I knew would get me off. But thank you, fucking orgasm-restricting universe!
Elio adjusted himself, and I tried to calm my breathing as footsteps stopped. I looked to the side at Angelo, who stood frozen upon spotting us.
The man beside me was as calm as a dove. His breathing was back to normal, face void of any indication that we’d both been about to get each other off—what the fuck?
My pulse was still thudding abnormally.
“Uh…” Angelo started, “… am I—am I interrupting something?”
“Ye—”
“No!” I spoke over Elio’s voice, shooting him a glare as I staggered to my feet, grabbing my jacket and slipping it back on. “I was just leaving.”
Elio’s head snapped up to look at me. “What?”
I glanced down at him, catching the displeasure lining his brows, his calm façade shifting.
I swallowed, my heart hammering as I forced a very strained smile at Angelo, before walking quickly towards the roof door.
I stopped halfway through and turned sharply to a still-stunned Angelo, whose eyes were wide and unsure, as if he was trying to put two and two together, but the results were impossible.
“He’s high on drugs, and it will wear off probably in a few hours,” I informed.
“What the—”
“Anything he says is a lie. Night, Angie.”
“Angie?”
I scurried out the door and down the anxiety-raising staircase without waiting to hear what else he would say.
Note to self: Never take Dog’s pills near Elio Marino’s dwellings. My heart was still crazy—because what the fuck had just happened? And how the fuck do we come back from that… Devil—oh shit…
It’s the pill,my mind assured.
Even though I felt very fucking sober right now—
It’s because of the pill.
Blame it on the pill.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Elio
I have lost my mind.
