Page 65 of Damiano De Luca (The Five Syndicates)
“I’m staying.” I turned my face, pressed a kiss to the center of his palm, and laughed gently onto his skin. “And I’ve told you already, Damian. I’m the knight.”
“You’re right. Tonight, I won’t treat you like a princess, but I won’t treat you like you’re the knight either.” His free hand traced a path from my outer thigh to my waist, and he felt dangerous in a way I craved. “I’m giving you a chance to leave.” His expression—dark and anguished—should have been enough to make me run the opposite way.
But I needed to at least try to ease some of his pain.
“I don’t want to leave.” My voice firmed, and I tried again with more confidence. “I’m staying.”
We’d finally begun to rip the veil away, and I felt everything falling apart in the best of ways. I was done with hiding things from him. I was done fearing the commitment. Angelo De Luca was a goddamned liar, and my dad was no better. Damian and I weren’t our parents. We were better, and we’d make this work because we actually loved each other. It had taken ten years, but it was happening, and I couldn’t be happier.
Damian’s expression darkened, and his voice hardened. “Take off your dress.”
I did.
I bared myself to him—body, heart, and all.
You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don’t trust enough.
Frank Cane
He took a step back and admired my naked body. My breasts moved as I breathed, and I wore no panties as I sat on the table before him. My nipples were so hard, it was almost painful. He stared at me, and I hoped being near me drove the bad away.
He didn’t make a move, so I goaded him. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“Careful what you wish for.”
I ignored his warning. “I want you to hold nothing back.”
Still, he held himself back.
I lowered my voice until it sounded husky, and my eyes begged him to lose himself in me. “You promised me angry sex. You said you’ll fuck me against the shelves until the books scatter to the floor, and the only thing left standing is us.”
Like a flipped switched in him, he spoke with a hardened voice. “Spread your legs.”
I parted them, feeling vulnerable and bare while his shirt hung open on his frame, and he still wore a pair of slacks.
“Every time I see you, I can’t believe how stunning you are. You have no idea how hard it was to know you were out there, and I couldn’t wake up next to you every morning.”
I closed my eyes, too cowardly to face him. “I’m sorry.”
“If we do this, you’re mine forever. There’s no going back.” His eyes dipped to my hand. “Do you know what that tattoo means?”
I gave a nervous laugh. “Of course. I wouldn’t tattoo something on my body that means nothing to me.”
Truth was, it did mean something to me. I just wasn’t sure why. I’d woken up one night with a ring drawn around my wedding finger in Sharpie; traced it regularly with a henna pen; and when that wasn’t permanent enough, tattooed the exact line one drunken night in a shoddy tattoo parlor in the city.
His eyes dipped to my pussy, which laid bare before him. “Come here.”
I slid off the table and approached him. He circled me until he stood behind me, reached around my body, and cupped one of my breasts in his palm. It spilled out of his hand, and we both looked down at where he touched me.
He pinched my nipple. “I’ve wanted to slide my cock between your tits for the past few weeks.”
I leaned my head back on his shoulder. “I touched myself while picturing you coming on my face last night.”
He leaned forward and bit down on my shoulder. “Dirty, dirty girl,” he praised. His other hand pressed against my hip, and he slid it lower until he slipped past my lips and brushed against my clit. “This won’t be what you’re used to from me.”
Damian’s dad had just admitted that he’d killed Damian’s mom. I’d be concerned if Damian acted normally. This was our push and pull. I hurt; he healed. He hurt; I healed. Breaking that cycle would be breaking us.
“I don’t need normal.” I reached behind me to touch him, but he swatted my hand away. I bit my lip and groaned. “Use me, Damian. Bite me. Tease me. Fuck me. Do whatever you need.”
