Page 26 of Deceitful Oath
I grin, whipping her dress off and sending it flying as well. She leans back on the marble countertop, smiling at me lazily.Not this time, waitress. This time I’m in charge.
Winking at her, I grab her hips and slide her off the counter. She looks at me with confusion but stretches up on her tippy toes to kiss me again. I spin her around, my mouth already on her neck, my hands cradling her soft breasts.
“We get to play my way this time,” I growl in her ear, squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers.
She moans, low and heady, as goosebumps break out over her skin. I slide one hand down between her legs, slipping inside, feeling her unbelievable wetness.
She whimpers, grinding herself into my cock. The waves of pleasure force her to brace herself on the island.Perfect.
I hoist her up, her torso on the cold marble, ass in the air, legs dangling down. She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes half-closed with lust.
“Make it hard and fast,” she begs, arching her back for me. “I need you so bad.”
I smack her ass cheek, hard, and she flinches but doesn’t stop me. I slap the other one, leaning down to kiss the red mark immediately. She groans, trying to move closer to me.
I’m ready to explode from the image of her stretched out, face down, on my kitchen island. Her wet pussy is beckoning me, her scent filling the air. It makes me feel good knowing she wants this as much as I do.
I grab her hips, sinking into her from behind, and she inhales deeply. My mind and my body disconnect completely as I thrust deeper and harder into her. She meets my rhythm, moaning and begging for more.
The thrusts get faster, harder, until I start worrying that I’m hurting her and slow it down a little. She looks over her shoulder and growls at me, her hair flying, her eyes on fire. She looks like an angry little fox.
The Wolf and the fox.
I kick the pace back up, losing my mind entirely. We reach our release at the same time, her screaming my name, trying to grip the slippery marble with her fingers. I trail kisses down her body, easing her onto the floor.
She spins around, slumping against me. We stand there like that for what seems like an eternity, our bodies on fire, buzzing with the heat of this connection. Her forehead is pressed to my chest and my fingers are in her hair.
I could have spent the rest of my life standing there like that.
“Wolfie, sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment,” she says, trying to peek around me. “But are those burned onions I smell?”
“Oh fuck.” I whip around, grabbing the pan and throwing it into the sink. The vegetables are a burned, putrid mess, and smoke swirls around us. I turn back to face her, grinning like an idiot.
“How does delivery pizza sound instead?”
“Perfection.”
We clean ourselves up, feast on pizza at four a.m., and climb into bed, laughing like silly kids. She entertains me with her wild life stories, and I listen, charmed and feeling goofy. When the conversation dies down, she snuggles into my chest, her soft snores comforting me.
As much as I want to join her, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. My hand absently strokes her messy curls.
This is not good. This is really not good. It’s the worst of the worst.
My mind goes into overdrive, realizing I no longer have the desire to kill her. In fact, I want to do nothing but protect her. I struggle with the idea, trying to battle myself into submission.
She works for Carlo Mancini. She killed my father. She’s the enemy.
I drill it into my head over and over again. Then I pass out, her cinnamon scent making my heart soar and my eyes heavy.
Chapter Ten
Lux
My body is sore as I stretch, reveling in the feel of Dominic’s luxurious bedsheets.
We didn’t sleep nearly enough last night, but it doesn’t even matter. I’d trade all of my sleeping hours for the feel of his skin against mine, for his breath on my neck.
I snuggle against his warm, sleeping body, and he drapes a heavy arm around me, pulling me closer.Why can’t I just stay here like this forever?