Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,87

real smile. “Today I just want you all to myself.”

As long as she wanted my kid in her, I could live with that. “Only today?” I challenged.

Her lips twitched with mischief. “Today’s special.”

“Yeah?” I ground my hips against her clit as the storm of emotions in my head ebbed. “Why’s that?”

She shivered, then she glanced at the clock on the nightstand before bringing her gaze back to me. “It’s my birthday.”

“Fuck woman.” Easing back, I slammed into her and held. “Buon compleanno.”

“Thank you.” Biting her lip, she pulsed around me.

“Sei mio,” I growled, possessive as shit.

“You’re mine too,” she whispered.

I grinned. “You learning Italian?”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and gave me two words I’d already given to her. “For you.”

I kissed the fuck out of her.

Then I did something I’d never done with another woman.

I slow fucked her.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU?” Shade kicked my legs out. “Keep ’em spread.”

Squinting, I looked down the sight and tried to ignore the beast of a bodyguard behind me as cool air rushed up my dress. “Quit distracting me.”

“Woman,” he breathed in my ear as his huge hands landed on my hips. “You think you won’t be a hell of a lot more distracted when faced with the real deal?”

With the daunting, heavy weight of his Glock in my hands, and my too-thin sundress fluttering around my knees in the crisp spring breeze, I feathered my finger over the trigger. “Shut up.”

“What are you waiting for?” His hands tightened around my waist.

I knew the intent in that touch. Hell, my body knew it. It knew every lick, bite, kiss and tonguing it’d ever received from him. He was branded on my soul as sure as my own name. I couldn’t breathe near the man without thinking about what his heartbeat felt like as he pulsed inside me.

And that branding suddenly shifted the focus from the gun in my hands to a low, throbbing pulse between my legs, and I cursed my bright idea of going commando. “I’m waiting for you to give me a little breathing room.” I wasn’t, and he didn’t listen anyway.

“Is that right?” Drawing his words out, his tone one hundred percent said he knew I was full of shit. “Is that why you’re not wearing any underwear, princess?” His hands left my hips and the sound of his zipper going down almost echoed in the hushed woods around us.

My pulse jumped. I wanted to squirm, and thrust my hips back into his so I could feel that exquisite friction only he could give me, but I remained stock-still. “Keep it in your pants, Marine,” I warned. “I’m holding a gun.”

“I’m holding a bigger one.” Dragging the head of his cock over my dress and down the crack of my ass as if to prove his point, he growled low and menacing. “Make the shot and I’ll let you come.” His hands landed back on me and his thumbs drew hard circles over my hips, inching my dress up my thighs with each rotation until the flimsy material was bunched at my waist. “But if you miss?” His tongue swept across the skin just under my ear, then his voice turned fuck-my-head-up deep. “I will spank the shit out of you.”

I sighted right and pulled the trigger.

The shot went wild. Missing the target by a meter, the bullet hit a nearby tree trunk and splintered at the same time his rough hand landed on my bare ass with a hard slap.

I jumped and almost dropped the Glock. My arms scraped across the branch I was leaning on as the sting from his slap warmed my flesh.

Dragging his cock down my smarting ass so I could feel his metal, especially the new frenum piercing he’d gotten for me, he didn’t go nearly close enough to my aching core. Leaning over my back, he bit my ear. “Miss again on purpose, and I won’t fuck you for a week.”

“Liar.” Sebastiano Hades Domani was a lot of things, but abstinent wasn’t one of them. “You can’t even last forty-eight hours when I have my period.”

“Because you shouldn’t be bleeding, woman. You should be knocked the fuck up.”

I shivered, from him, from his words.

“You know you want me to put a baby in you,” he continued, licking the side of my neck before dragging his teeth over my collar bone. “And don’t lie and tell me you don’t love a good dicking when you’re hormonal.” He dropped his voice to a sex-infused