Taken_ A Dark Mafia Romance - Piper Stone Page 0,56
door leading to his very soul. I wanted desperately to believe him, to see if we could share passion in every aspect of our lives.
He was my nemesis.
My kryptonite.
I wanted to let go for once, to bask in the glory of passion. I longed to pretend that the horrors surrounding us weren’t real, that we were just a simple couple spending time together. And I craved more than anything the feel of his fingers touching every inch of my body, driving me inch by inch into raw and sensational ecstasy.
And so...
I said yes.
Chapter Eleven
Matteo
Yes.
The simple word held more meaning that anyone who’d ever stated it before. I’d warned her I wasn’t a good man, at least not in the terms of the kind of person who should be in her life, but I refused to let her go under any circumstances. As I pulled her into my arms, sliding my hand down her back, she pressed her hands against my chest, her lower lip quivering.
“God, I want you,” I whispered as I fisted her hair, dragging her as close to my body as possible. Every cell seemed to be exploding from the raging desire, my needs more primitive than ever before.
“I’m afraid.”
“I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not ever.”
Winter’s eyes became more imploring as she rose onto her tiptoes. “I’m not worried about the monsters living in the shadows. I’m terrified of you. Of this. Of what we will be forced to do.”
I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be all right, that we wouldn’t have to endure what might be the wrath of God, but I didn’t like to make promises that I couldn’t keep. What we’d be faced with could destroy everything that we might build, but there were no other choices. “You should be afraid of me, but I will never harm you. I may be one of those monsters in your eyes, but I’m not that kind of man.” As I lowered my head, I heard the slight moan escaping her lips, could feel her trembling in my arms.
She didn’t deserve any of this.
I was the one who deserved to face the real monsters threatening to consume us.
If only I could figure out exactly who they were.
The moment our lips touched, she gripped my shirt, her long fingers digging into my chest. I held her in place, darting out my tongue and tracing her sweet lips. I would taste every inch of her, devouring her at will. And I would show her the true pleasures of submitting, giving every inch of her body as well as the entirety of her soul.
But only if she could learn to trust.
I captured her mouth, yanking her even harder until her back was arched, her legs entangled in mine. Everything about the taste was sweeter, the almost instant intoxication igniting the flames that threatened to combust. My cock throbbed as I rubbed it against her, drinking in the scent of her feminine wiles.
She was as aroused as I was, her scattered moans as the kiss continued pure rocket fuel. I slipped my tongue inside, darting it back and forth across hers before taking over, driving the tip towards the back of her throat. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
Her taste.
Her perfume.
Her touch.
I became a crazed beast, a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. She was mine. Box or no freaking Box, I refused to let her go. The thought only added another round of surging electricity, my balls tightening. As the kiss became a manic moment shared, I could no longer think clearly. I had to be inside of her. I had to bury my face into her pretty pink pussy.
My heart skipping several beats, I cupped her bottom, the beast within me ready to rip off her clothes. With every guttural sound, every mewl she made, my desires increased, leaving me lightheaded.
When I could take it no more, I broke the intimate moment, lifting her into my arms and heading for the house. She kept her shimmering eyes pinned on mine as I took long strides. I could see so many questions mixed with her intense longing.
At that moment I was terrified of destroying her innocence, but there was no backing down.
Tonight, I would make her mine.
Now.
And for forever.
I didn’t bother shutting the door, my hunger too great. I headed into the bedroom, kissing her lips gently before easing her down. Her face remained pensive as she quivered in my arms.