Page 72 of Shattered Hearts
He’s been loyal to this mafia his entire life. Hell, he’s the heir apparent. And since when does he even like me? He’s never told me that. I’m just making assumptions. And assumptions are usually wrong.
Whenever I think someone truly cares about me,I’musually wrong. Like my dad. Troy.
Even Harper, to a certain extent.
Bitterness and fear seep into my soul.
I grip his biceps and try to hold him back. “Isn’t this adultery by association?”
“You know there’s nothing between us,” he growls in my ear, sounding every bit like a cheating husband-to-be.
“But you’re still marrying her.”
His next angry kiss dares me to argue.
I do anyway. “Back before I left, three years ago…I kissed you, and you pushed me away. You said you didn’t want me.”
“I lied.”
He nips my lip as if to shut me up and cups my breast. Under his shirt, I drag my fingernails down his back. That only makes him crush me tighter against the wall, a low rumble in his throat as he feasts on my mouth.
Doubt and insecurity consume me. “Finn.”
Hearing the warble in my voice, he stiffens. He takes a step back and braces his hands on the wall, boxing me in. “Talk to me, angel.”
When his eyes find mine, they’re soft. I have to swallow the emotion welling in my throat.
“I don’t know. I just…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth. “I don’t, and that’s the problem.”
Breathing hard, Finn rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t follow.”
I release my lip, trying to put my jumbled thoughts into words. “What happens after this? If we…if we sleep together, we’ll be crossing a line. Sooner or later, Harper will return, and you’ll marry her, and she’ll be the one in your bed.” My face heats, but I carry on. “As much as I want this…want you…maybe it’s better if we don’t complicate things.”
“Things are already complicated.”
The knot in my throat grows. “So maybe we should quit while we’re ahead.”
He pins me with a long, hard look, and for a moment, I think he’s going to pull away. “When Brianne was…murdered, something inside me died along with her. I’ve been on autopilot, doing my job and nothing more. I haven’t felt anything. No joy. No pleasure. Not even pain. I’ve let the numbness drag me farther and farther down, until I couldn’t go much farther. And then you came along, and for the first time in years, I feel alive.”
Those words kick-start my heart. “I haven’t done anything.”
“It’s not what you’ve done or haven’t done.” He presses a kiss on my temple. “There’s just something about you that make me feel lighter…freer…and I don’t want to let that feeling go.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “What exactly are you saying?”
His mouth brushes the shell of my ear. “I need to fuck you. More than I need fuckingair, I need my cock inside you.”
His words conjure a burst of wetness between my legs. His warm lips and hot breath curl into my ear, sending a tremor of lust through me.
Releasing my breath in a rush, I stare into his eyes. “Then fuck me.”
He kisses me then, hard and savage, his hands fisting in my hair.
He’s a tidal wave, and I’m a child on the beach with no life jacket.