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I’ve always loved living on the edge of danger. Battling against the unknown and testing how far my luck will run.
I am so turned on I can’t even help myself and with a low growl, I pull her from the bike and onto the hard ground below.
She lies beneath me flushed and horny and as I unzip my pants, her eyes are wide and sparkle with excitement.
“Oh my god.” She gasps as I settle between her legs and say roughly, “I’m going to fuck you and you will love every minute of it.”
“Shade!” Her eyes are wild, but her protestations fall off that ridge as I plunge into her wet heat and love how she clenches around my cock. She is the perfect fit for me, and I love knowing I am inside a woman like her. The only woman who makes me want to do it repeatedly. The only woman I can see myself still inside if I manage to dodge the odds and get old and gray.
CHAPTER41
ALLEGRA
He has corrupted my mind, body and soul, and I’m lining up to do it again. I realize I wasn’t living until I met this man who breathed new life into a soul that was going through the motions of life.
This is living.
This is making the most of life and as Shade fucks me on the hard, dirty ground in the open air, I feel wild and free. What happened back in that city earlier ceases to matter. That was my old life. This is my new and as he fucks me hard and fast, my back scraping against the stones, it’s so deliciously dark I may never be content with a bed again.
The gentle breeze caresses the building heat inside me, its soft fingers of pleasure working in tune with his.
I can just about make out his expression in the darkening light, and the feral gleam in his eyes excites me.
I clench on his cock and milk it as I scream into the mountain air. I am an animal, wild and free and have found the perfect mate. He is my everything and I couldn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.
His own release is violent and explosive, and he grips my face and stares into my eyes with a ferocious passion as he releases violently inside me, his roar of ecstasy carried away by the wind, informing everyone what’s going on here.
I watch him with an awed passion because I have fallen so hard for a man who I should be repulsed by. He is everything I was warned about, but they didn’t warn me against my own desires. The way reasoning is pushed to the side in the face of it, and it wins every single fucking time. This is wrong but so right for me and as Shade pulls out and wipes his hand across my pussy, he grins like the devil as he smears it all over my naked chest.
“The mark of Shade.” He smirks, causing me to roll my eyes. “You’re sick.”
Leaning down, he licks our juices from my body with his wicked tongue, biting down hard on my nipple and whispering, “Lust sick for you.”
“There’s no such thing as lust sick?” I giggle as he sucks my skin, no doubt marking me as usual. I tease, “I think you love me. Lust doesn’t even come into it. You have fallen madly in love with me, Shade, and I now control you.”
I’m teasing, but as he pulls back, there is a deepening expression in his eyes that should terrify me. He looks possessed as he grips my face hard and growls, “I know that you’re mine. I know that I am the only man who will ever fuck you again and I know you won’t be walking away from me—ever.”
I should be terrified, but his words cause my traitorous heart to flutter, and I say softly, “I’m going nowhere.”
This time his kiss is surprisingly gentle, almost a lover’s kiss and I’m not sure which one I prefer more. He is a man of many personalities and surprises, and I adore every single one of them.
He buries his face in my breasts and I tangle my fingers in his hair and commit this to memory. I have allowed him to do some wild things to me since we met, but this one is special. This time feelings are involved, and it means more somehow. I was high on adrenalin from the ride, and my senses were heightened. Now I’m high on Shade Vieri and it’s an addiction I couldn’t give up if I tried.
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Somehow,we make it back to the hotel parking lot, deep underground and guarded by his men. It’s almost reassuring to see them and as we roll to a stop, I am disappointed this is over. As he tugs off his helmet, I love the wild man before me, dark, delicious, and sinful. Wicked, sexy and disturbed. There are too many adjectives to describe him, and he owns every single one of them.
He is everything.
He tosses the keys to his guard, and we head toward the private elevator leading to the penthouse.
As we make the journey, he pins me against the wall of the elevator and stares deep into my eyes.
“Are you okay, princess?” He strokes my face gently and I don’t know how he does it. He treats me like a cheap whore one minute and his queen the next. I feel so protected with him and yet fearful at the same time. He confuses me and delights me, and I crave him and fear him. I am a mess of emotions where it concerns him and yet I have never been so happy.
“I’m good, more than good. Thank you.”
I smile and love how his eyes deepen to dark pools of desire as he stares into my eyes with so much passion it makes me want him all over again.