Filthy Little Pretties - Trilina Pucci Page 0,97
“I love you.”
His deep growl tickles my neck as we roll to the side, facing each other with his arms wrapped around me.
“I love you, Donovan. So fucking much.”
My finger gently traces the faded green and purple bruise under his right eye. “Does it ever scare you? How much you love me—”
“It’s the only thing that scares me,” he answers, his fingers gliding up my back and into the nape of my hair as he speaks. “Does it scare you?”
So much. I nod. “Only because of how much I want it.”
He grins, eyes locked on mine, as he shifts over the top of me. He’s pressed between my legs, hands on each side of my head, as he stares down and licks his lips. “Tell me how much you want it.”
The way he’s looking at me gives away all the dirty things he wants me to say.
“Do you really want to know?” I giggle, narrowing my eyes at him and tipping my chin up. Grey leans down, but my hand cradles his face, and I guide my lips to his ear.
“Mmmm.” He hums his approval, his dick undulating in line with my slick center, as I whisper all the filthiest of sweet nothings into his ear.
He dives back down for my neck, but I push his shoulder and roll us over so that I’m on top, smiling down with my hands on his chest. “Now tell me. How bad do you want my love?”
His rough palms melt over my breasts as my back arches. Damn that feels good.
“Grey,” I breathe out, as he sits up, sealing his mouth over my pert nipple. “Yes.”
He frees my nipple but runs his tongue over and blows cool air before looking me in the eyes. “I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, and I’d do anything to keep it.”
“More than the Olympics?” I grin.
“More,” he growls, pulling me into another kiss, before relaxing back again.
He’s perfect. We’re perfect. This was fate, and Kai was right—you can’t fight the natural order of things. There was a time when Grey and I seemed impossible, the obstacles insurmountable—my past, his sister, our fears, sacrifices we’d have to make—they would end us before we started. But now the same obstacles are there, and they’re still daunting, but I can never go back. And that scares the hell out of me. Stills my entire body because I don’t know if Grey really feels the same. I know he loves me, and he says he’d do anything but—
“Hey.” His deep gravelly voice pulls me out of my head, my eyes blinking quickly as I focus on him. “Hey, where’d you go?”
Deep lines form between my brows, leftover from my thoughts. I begin to scoot back off his lap, so that I can hitch my leg over him, but he grabs at my waist, growling, “I’m hungry,” and drops his head to my center, trying to kiss me more intimately through the blanket that’s gotten caught between us. I push his head away, but he bites at my wrist, making me jerk it back as I yelp. He sits up and leans forward, dragging me into his lap, so that I’m straddling him again.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Cherry?”
I’m not getting away, and I don’t really want to, but I’m scared this is where it all ends. My voice is more nervous than I’d like it to sound, but I’m scared. So fucking afraid he’ll make me choose. And then I’ll hate him because I will. I’ll choose him.
“Do you really love me more than anything? Would you really do anything for us?”
He brings a finger to a stray piece of hair next to my eye and brushes it off my face. “I would. Do you want to tell me what has you picking at those bracelets?”
I look down to see my fingers fiddling with the strings and let out a breath.
“Everything feels impossible. We had all this shit in the way, stuff that made me and you impossible.”
He leans forward, kissing my forehead, bringing my eyes up to his.
“And? Look at us. We’re together. Nothing else mattered.”
I shake my head. “No, we’re hiding. All that shit’s still there.” Here we go. I take a deep breath and let it out, putting my hands on his shoulders. “We have to make it all right, or we won’t work. It’ll eventually tear us apart.”
His jaw tenses. “Bullshit. You’re just scared.”
“No. Grey, I’m not.” I scowl. “I’m determined. You’re what I want. So I’m making sure I get to keep you.”
The way he stares at me, like he sees into my soul. He sees me. More than anyone else. A small grin grows on his face, making me relax back and mirror him.
“Name something,” he states firmly.
“Caroline,” I counter.
“I’ll have her killed.”
“Grey!” I laugh, shaking him a little, then drop my smile. “Stop. She’s a shit, but she’s loyal to you. Yes, she meddled, but you let her. It took guts for her to show up at my place.” His head turns, looking out into the room, annoyed by what I’m saying, but I pull it back. “She came for you. That deserves your forgiveness for her plotting. Come on, nobody could’ve anticipated you’d go off the deep end, fight an entire school, including your friends, and burn down a tree.”
A sly smile graces his lips as he shrugs unapologetically. “You know about the tree?”
I giggle and narrow my eyes. “I can only imagine what everyone had to say today at school.”
He grips my waist, pulling me closer, pressing our bodies together as he stares at me saying, “The Bonnie to my Clyde,” as he leans in, kissing me again. “Fine. I’ll forgive her after you do the same. One big happy family.”
“Deal.”
“Good. Solved. Name another.”
I roll my eyes at his arrogance. “This is what we’re doing? I’m going to list them, and you’ll tell me how we solve them. Just like that?”
“Just. Like. That.”
Just say it, Donovan. Rip the Band-Aid. But I can’t, so I say the next thing that comes to mind.
“Fine. Your father and the company.”
He scoffs, shaking his head. “Fuck my father. I sign those papers in two weeks. He’s irrelevant to me. McCallister’s mine.”
“After last night, you might have given him the ammo he needs to pressure the board to block your place in the company.”
Grey tilts his head, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “You seem to know a lot of what I never told you.”
“I have connections.” My words stutter as he bucks his hips, forcing me to fall forward into him.
“I’m impressed and terrified of you. It’s making my cock hard.”
“Would you focus? Obstacles, remember?” I chastise, pushing myself to sitting again. “Page Six will run a photo of me and Paul. We look like a new couple. Heats off of you, and if anyone finds out about what you did, the photo can be used as evidence for the real story. It plays both ways. I did that for you; now you have to behave until your birthday.”
His fingers grip my ass, digging into the flesh as he brings his lips to my collarbone, placing kisses across to my shoulder. “Do you want to tell me who took the photo and how you got it?”
“No.” We just fixed Caroline, no need to revisit.