Page 54 of Beloved
From there, the urgency increased, yet had nothing to do with the possibility of his discovery.
We’d erased the phobia, preferring the taste of taboo. Maybe we were both danger junkies, which made every time we touched that much more exciting. Whatever the case, before I was able to rip off my dress again, he’d done so for me the moment he’d crawled onto the bed. As soon as the frock was removed, his entire chest filled with air.
“You are so beautiful.” Flexing his fingers open, he pressed the tips against my cheek, taking his time to slide his hand down my face. All the while his chest rose and fell. Every raspy soundswirled in my ears, the rapid intense beat of my heart adding the perfect backdrop.
The heat resonated on his face, every feature pinched and when he slipped his fingers under the thin lace of my thong, I held my breath. The moment for me was awkward, like a baby duck trying to swim. But soon the lace was in his hand, which he pulled to his face. What was it about how his eyes became half closed as he took a deep whiff that was so sexy?
He put the panties on the comforter as if prepared to use them again.
One corner of his mouth upturned as he swirled the tip of his tongue around my nipple.
The light captured the blotches on his skin. When I swept my finger across the surface, he lifted his gaze. I could swear there was an initial hint of amusement before the usual cold as ice temperament took over.
“You killed someone. Didn’t you?” I asked, realizing I didn’t fear either the gravity of the answer or the truth. I was excited at the possibility.
With his wet hair and chiseled jaw, he was truly model gorgeous and when he cocked his head, studying me so intently, tiny prickles always formed. “Let’s just say I was allowed to be judge and jury, a favorite position.”
Judge and jury. What was he talking about? Then I realized. “You killed Marco. Didn’t you?”
He seemed thrilled I’d figured it out, his smile more lopsided than normal. I couldn’t help but shudder visibly when hepinched my nipple. “There are aspects of my life best discovered in the dark.”
“Why? Because of what he did to you?” Marco, the fucking bastard.
His laugh caught me off guard and when he took my hand, placing it against his shoulder, I felt a scar I hadn’t noticed before. But it wasn’t from a bullet. I knew what the indentations from one felt like. The skin around the mottled skin was rough. “Pain doesn’t bother me, Rafaela. There’s a matching mark on the other side where one of my father’s enemies used steel railroad tie bolts to crucify me.”
“What?” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Anguish is a way of reminding you that you’re very much alive. What I cannot and will not tolerate is any man hurting a woman, especially one who belongs to me.”
He made the statement in such a matter-of-fact way I should be shocked by his cavalier attitude.
I wasn’t.
“You killed him for me.”
“Yes.” He slipped his arm around my waist, fisting my long strands of hair and tipping me back into an arch.
His easy admittance brought a huge smile to my face. Did that make me a terrible person? I closed my eyes as his lips fastened around my very sensitive nipple. When he slipped his other hand between my legs, gently swirling his finger around my clit, tiny whimpers floated toward the ceiling.
He was methodical in sucking and licking my hardened bud before rubbing his lips across my chest to my other breast.
I fell into a sweet lull, enjoying the moment thoroughly until I realized why he’d likely broken into my house in the first place. With a hard jerk, I managed to lift my head. “Does that mean you’re going to kill my father?”
With a slight snort, he stared me straight in the eyes. “If I wanted your father dead,malen’kiy tselitel’, I assure you his body would already be rotting. I came here for you. One last taste.”
He returned to his feast, taking his time suckling my aching bud while I cinched my eyes shut. Why did I have a feeling that at some time in my life, our paths would indeed cross again?
I kept my firm grip on his arms, trembling more than before the moment he pinched my clit between his fingers. There was something incredible about a taste of pain mixed with pleasure.
He was the master of control and of orchestrating my body, using his fingers and lips to drive me to the point of ecstasy. I was shocked how breathless I was, the discomfort from his thick cock stretching my pussy muscles all but shoved aside. I was even wetter, breathless from the rapture he’d already provided.
When he finally let go of my hair, I jerked up, taking gasping breaths as he continued fingering my pussy. In a display of strength I didn’t know I had, I pushed him down onto his back. Or maybe he allowed me to be so forceful.
When I straddled his waist, he laughed in the deep baritone that would remain whispering in my mind for weeks to come. With my hands pressed on either side, I leaned over, enjoying darting my tongue around his lips. He tried to capture them twice, but I refused to allow him.
His deep breaths were scattered like mine when I dragged my tongue down the side of his neck, taking my time while kneading his muscles. He tangled his fingers in my hair and the lower I dragged my tongue, the tighter his hold became.
The bad man was claiming his authority all over again. I purred just enough for him to hear, which caused Golden to flap her tail once again.
