She doesn’t have the faintest idea of the danger she’s in or that her uncle has made her a sacrificial lamb, doesn’t grasp the monsters she’s dealing with or that the actual monster is, in fact, me.
Evangeline doesn’t know I’ve claimed her as mine, but I’m about to teach her.
“Now, you stalk me at my home?” she breathes, voice barely audible but accusatory, showing her sass. “And why are you angry?”
My lips contort into a savage sneer, and I see her tremble. She’s in nothing but tiny sleep shorts and a thin cotton tank, her small, round breasts and hardened nipples on display. I could have been anyone, and yet, she just opened the goddamn door dressed like this.
“Indeed. You think I’d leave you vulnerable? Bad men are threatening you. And yet, you open your fucking door without looking?”
She shudders, back pressed against the wall, chest heaving. The sight of her fear makes me hard. She looks like a cornered victim, trapped by the bogeyman.
“You need to understand that I’m watching you, keeping an eye on you, always watching what’s mine,” I say, my voice low and raspy, advancing until we are standing toe-to-toe, me towering over her tiny body.
“Am I yours?” she asks, tilting her chin up in a challenge.
“Understand this, strega dolce … I should’ve walked away. Left you to your life. Let your uncle pay for his sins, but you’ve bewitched me, now I can’t stop. I won’t stop now.”
Her lips move, but no sound escapes. I can smell her fear, but I also smell the scent of her desire, the smell of her arousal hovering in the air. She wants me as much as I need to possess her.
Grasping her hair in my fist, I wrench her head back, and crush my mouth against hers, consuming her. She gasps for breath, clutching at my shirt, and when I force my thigh between hers, her body capitulates, arching, begging for me without words.
“Say my name,” I demand against her mouth.
“D … Dante.”
The sound of my name on her lips, breathless and wanting, shatters the last of my restraint, if I had any to begin with. Something about this angel unleashes the beast within me.
When I move my hand between her thighs, she jolts from the sudden touch. Her cotton night shorts dolittle to hide the fact that she’s already soaked for me. Running my hand along her seam, over the minuscule fabric, I can feel that my sweet prey is drenched for her hunter.
Desperate to feel her slickness against my fingers, to finally touch her sweet pussy,mysweet pussy, I slide her shorts to the side, plunging two of my fingers into her narrow heat. I knew she was wet, but, fuck, she’s dripping.
Groaning in need, I can feel how damn tight she is, but I add one more finger anyway, stretching her, all the while moving my thumb in circles around her clit. She gasps again, differently this time. But this sound is not from fear or lust, but it’s a whine of discomfort.
Instantly, I freeze my movements, coming to a realization. My eyes narrow on her sweet face. Her eyes are closed, waiting for what will happen next.
“Dolcezza, you are untouched. A fucking virgin.” Not a question, but a statement I now know as fact.
I should have fucking known. Evangeline is innocence personified.
Her face burns with embarrassment, and she doesn’t respond. She doesn’t need to. Fury and jealousy explode within me, and I want to annihilate every man who’s ever laid eyes on her, who could have touched what is mine alone.
The thought is irrational, because obviously she’s never been with anyone, but I don’t want to even think of a man touching Evangeline. Taking what she saved.
“You’ve preserved yourself,” I rasp, voice choking gruffly, “for me.”
Her mouth opens in response, but whatever she’s going to say fades as I lift her, my fingers digging into her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist, molding her soft body to my hard chest.
Damn if I know what’s going to come out of her mouth, but I’m not about to let her turn me away, refuse me. I’m claiming her innocence for myself. Tonight.
She buries her face in my neck. “Dante…,” she gasps, more surprised than frightened.
Stomping to her room, I hurl her onto the bed, watching as she bounces from the impact, feeling a primalneed to be inside her right fucking now. I tear at the fragile night shorts, ripping them from her body. The beast in me relishes the sound, so I do the same with her top, revealing her small, round breasts with tiny pink nipples to my hungry gaze, stripping her bare.
I’m out of control, and she’s quaking, eyes glistening. But she doesn’t plead with me to stop. Bending my head and kneeling between her legs, I wrap my mouth around one taut nipple, pulling tight on the hardened bud.
Evangeline moans loudly, threading her fingers through my hair, tugging me closer, letting me know she’s okay with my roughness.
God, she is perfect for me.
