Page 99 of Niccolaio Andretti (The Five Syndicates)
Not when I know I won’t be able to let her go afterwards.
“I don’t have a problem,” she protests.
“You do. It’s that you live life worrying about the consequences.”
She snarls. “I’m not going to listen to advice from you. You didn’t give a damn about consequences, and now you have a hit out on you, taken out by the Andretti family, by your own brother.” She scoffs. “If that isn’t enough to support the merits of my way of thinking, this discussion with you is pointless.”
I shouldn’t have told her that. I shouldn’t have told her about my past, about my family. I don’t know why I did. Sometimes I feel like I hate her. Like I hate her so fucking much. How dare she say these things to me? How dare she speak the truth? And why do I want to be around her if I hate her so much?
But I know, deep down, that it’s because I don’t hate her.
She’s just too real with me, too eager to confront my darkest demons. She always has been. And fuck, it rouses every emotion in me—the good and bad. It wakes up the monster in me. It rises the beast. And it dawns on me that she wants me like this. She wants me to be mad at her so that I can forget about what we’re arguing about and focus on the fury.
She knows to do this, because we’re both the same.
We’re both animals, always succumbing to our rage. Our inability to forgive.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I won’t let her push me away.
And when she storms out of the warehouse, practically scorching the place in her wake, I follow after her. I can feel the waves of anger radiating off of her, yet I choose to follow her. I choose to pursue this woman that I want more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. More than I want my next breath.
When she sees that it’s raining and she’s only wearing her tiny fucking sleeping shorts and a t-shirt—Christ, my t-shirt—she doesn’t even stop. She continues down the alley, opening her mouth, pivoting to face me, and yelling, “Just stop, Niccolaio. Not tonight. You won’t win this fight.”
But she’s standing there, opening that too-smart-for-her-own-good mouth of hers, rain dripping down her hair, her face, her body, and I hate her. I hate what she does to me. I hate that this is a fight that either both of us will win or both of us will lose. And of course, I want both of us to win…
I want to fucking kiss her.
She sees the look in my eyes—feral, animalistic, and deranged. And she doesn’t move away from me.
She. Doesn’t. Move. Away. From. Me.
I don’t know who moves first, but within seconds, her lips are against mine.
Angry. Clashing. Warring.
And so fucking delicious.
Holy fuck.
I’m kissing her.
I’m kissing Minka.
I press her against the wall of the warehouse, both thankful and furious that we’re so far away from civilization. The animal in me wants to fuck her against the hard metal for everyone to see. To see me claim this beautiful woman as mine. But there’s no audience here. Just her, me and this amazing magnetism between us.
Her tongue dives past my lips, brushing against mine once. Twice. Three times, and I’m gone. I’m lost in the magic that is her. Her lips. Her hair. Her skin. It all consumes me until my hand grips the round globes of her ass and lifts her into the air, her legs wrapping around my waist.
She grinds herself against my erection, moaning sexy little noises into my mouth. My lips drift from hers bottom lip to her neck, where I nibble on the sensitive skin, trying to be gentle but not doing a very good job. Especially when she rubs herself on my cock again, trying to fuck me through my pants.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispers into my mouth, the best invitation I’ve ever heard.
I respect this woman. A lot. I think she’s a strong woman, stronger than any other woman I met, but tonight, I’m not going to treat her like it. I’m going to dominate her, fuck her like I’ve been wanting to since I met her.
I pull back a little and force her lust-filled eyes to focus on my face when I warn, “I’m going to fuck you now. It’ll be hard, it’ll be rough, and it’ll hurt. But I promise you’ll feel good. That your pussy will come so hard around my cock that I won’t be able to move it as the walls of your tight, little pussy clamp down on me. Okay?”
Her lips part, her eyes glazing over in arousal, but I need her to nod her head. To give me her permission.
