Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,87

have sex?

A shudder coursed through me, and heat followed. My nipples tightened as I met his stare. There was nothing soft in the silver shine of his eyes, nothing forgiving. Just that ferocious need, that burn which had captured us from the very moment we met.

And it was here now, burning through my veins.

His fingers worked all the way down, until he pushed my wet shirt over my shoulders and tugged it free.

“I…” I started before he lowered his head, kissing the line of my neck. Then I forgot what I'd been about to say.

My bra was next, the straps slipped free by his massive fingers and sliding down my shoulders. “Wait,” I whimpered.

The clasp at my back was released, letting the sodden bra fall to the floor. The Alpha was driven, moving to the button of my slacks, opening it in a heartbeat and pushing them low.

Cool air licked my thighs, but I shivered under the heat of his touch. He grasped the seat of my panties, his thick fingers shoving the elastic aside before he slid two inside me. Slick. Wet. That primal beast glinted in his eyes.

“Break, Phantom,” I moaned.

“A break.” He pushed off the wall and shoved his jeans down low. “Whatever you need, female. You know I’m all about that…whatever you need.”

Please. The word surfaced in my mind, but it didn’t make it to my lips. Instead, I let him manhandle me, yanking me from the wall and turning me. My hands rose and splayed against the wall as his fingers trailed down my spine.

I arched my back at the feel of his lips. His hands gripped my waist, holding me still as he did what he wanted. I shuddered at the thought. That’s how it was with Phantom, pure, primal desire. His breath was scorching against my skin, and the tips of his fangs pressed against my lips as he kissed me.

“A break,” he growled again, as one hand moved, sliding over the curve of my ass. My panties were yanked hard, pulling me backwards until the sheer fabric ripped under the force of his strength. “You want a break from me?”

I dropped my head, my breaths coming hard and fast. But inside, I was sinking into that dark pit.

He stilled, closed his eyes and swayed as that chilling savagery lashed the air once more around him. When he opened his eyes once more, that blue was cold and hard, frozen.

He moved fast, lashing out to drive his fist into the wall beside me with a boom. Plaster cracked and gave way, leaving a fist sized hole in Walker’s living room.

“I told you before, Carina. I’m no fucking monster. Tell me no, and I’ll walk away,” he whispered against my back. “Tell me you don’t want me more than your next fucking breath, and I’ll be out of your life forever.”

Agony carved right to my heart at his words. I stood there, hands against the wall, desperate to say the right thing…the only thing, but words failed me. He didn’t know what I’d done. He wouldn’t be here if he did. He’d hate me. Hate and rage. It was only a matter of time.

“Say it,” he growled, that savagery spilling free as he rolled his hips against my ass.

His cock thrust deep, driving between my thighs. The tears that’d threatened to fall came now, spilling over and blurred my sight. I leaned my head backwards against his powerful chest as he reached for my throat once more.

“Say it, Carina.” He clenched his grip, slamming me back against his body.

“I can’t,” I cried, rocking my ass backwards, meeting the jolt of his thrust.

His hold on my throat eased, fingers pressing against my pulses until the brutal grip turned into a caress. He lowered his head and his lips brushed against my shoulder before he kissed me beneath my ear. “That’s right, you won’t say it.”

He braced a forearm across my hips before he slammed his cock inside me, driving in to the hilt. The pain was sharp, tearing a gasp free at the brutality, before he eased out, teasing me before he pushed in once more. Only he was slower that time, taking his time as he slid his hand between my thighs from the front.

“You forget one thing, female,” he snarled in my ear. “You belong to me. There is no break where I’m concerned, no forgetting what we have, no goddamn walking away from us.”

“You,” he drove deeper. “Belong.” His fingers found my