“Fuck. Okay. I will be so fast. Like, I mean so fast!” He tore off his clothes right in front of me as he darted into the bathroom, and I chuckled. He was adorable.
As soon as the shower sounded, I heard a knock at the door. I got up, tightened my towel, and opened the door to see Dino standing there, looking all freshly showered and combing a hand through his hair.
“Hey,” I said, wondering what he wanted to tell me that made him look like that.
“Hey,” he responded, making an effort to put his hands to his side as he looked down at me. His eyes widened as he saw me in a towel. “Oh, were you getting ready to-”
“Nope. Just finished.” I crossed my arms, looking at him expectedly. His eyes shifted around, looking like he was at a loss for words and still had something to say. I decided to take pity on him as I opened my arms and moved to the side. “Want to come in?”
He seemed to mull that over for a second, looking in the room. “Duce?”
I smiled. “He’s in the shower.” Dino nodded as he took a few slow steps into the room. As soon as the door was cleared, I closed it, letting him know there was no backing out of what he wanted to say now.
I walked over to the bed and sat down, my towel riding up my thigh, his eyes immediately tracking the movement. I smirked as I turned and patted the spot next to me. “Come and sit down.”
He quickly sat down, took a deep breath, and faced me. “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.” I tilted my head as my eyebrows furrowed, confused at this personality change.
He pursed his lips at my obvious confusion and took a deep breath. “Look. For that time in the gym, I shouldn’t have been so… vulgar with you. I regr-”
I lifted my hand as my body heated up, and I felt my pulse beat rapidly. “So help everyone in this house, if you say that you regret what happened, I think I will finish the damn job those Fanger’s couldn't.” I couldn't believe him. He wanted to fucking apologize for the time that we had amazing hate sex? Are you fucking kidding me? It was so hot that I could still feel the ghost of his strong hands digging into my body.
His eyes grew impossibly wide. “But-”
I sprung up, vibrating with my unrelenting rage. I moved in front of his sitting form, bending over to get into his face, coming at him from a position of power so he fully understood what I was about to say. “Don't you dare apologize for something that I thoroughly enjoyed.” When he opened his mouth again, I covered it with my hand, pushing him roughly onto the bed and climbing on top of him. “That's right. I fucking loved it. I enjoyed your hate-filled gaze and your bruising hands. I enjoyed the push and pull of our anger battling until we both couldn't stand it anymore and had to tear the clothes off each other literally.”
I scraped my nails down his shirt, ensuring he felt it enough to remember. “I don’t ever want you to cheapen the absolute carnal pleasure we create with our emotions at their highest. You want to apologize, and I,” I leaned down and captured his bottom lip between my teeth, biting it hard enough for him to moan, “I want to repeat it.”
I could feel his body tremble as he bit the inside of his lip, trying to keep himself at bay. “It doesn't always have to be that way.”
His admission shocked me, and I pushed up, sitting on him as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You're right,” I admitted, “It doesn't always have to be that way, though I'm not scared if it is. I don't want you to be embarrassed or to think that I don't like it myself because,” I ground my bare pussy against the bulge in his pants with a devilish smile, “I definitely like it. More than you could possibly know.”
He surged up, grabbing my neck greedily, pulling me as his mouth smashed into mine. My hands dug into his sides, nails digging in for that pinch of pain as I moved back and forth against him. In one move, he flipped me, pinned my hands above my head, and moved his knee between my legs. My towel in the danger zone for falling open.
He smiled one of those dirty smiles, the one that said he was going to enjoy himself just as much as I would, and bent down. I sucked in a gulp of breath as his teeth scraped along the valley of my breasts, grabbing onto the tucked piece of towel and giving it a good yank. Letting the towel fall open, his eyes feasted on me.
He kept a tight grip on my wrists with one hand as he bent down and wrapped his lips around my nipple. My breathing grew rapid as he lapped at it, giving that pebbled nub all the attention it could take. His eyes flicked up as soon as his teeth closed around it, and he gave it a sharp tug.
I gasped as my back bent and my body yanked against his restraint. His hand tightened, even though I wasn't trying to escape. “You're not going anywhere.” His breathy words sailed across my tender flesh, making me crave more of his sweet and painful pleasure.
His knee came up farther, splitting my legs apart as it rubbed against my mound while he switched to the next breast, giving it the same treatment. Every time he yanked on my nipple, I wanted to give him what he gave. I wanted to bite down on his collarbone, I wanted to run my nails down his back, I wanted to squeeze the head of his cock, but his damn hand on my wrists kept reminding me that he wanted to show me what he could do. I let out a small whine, one that made his head snap up, his eyes searching mine before they turned molten.
“Isn't that just one of the most beautiful sounds, her begging without words for more?” Both of us stopped as we heard Duce behind us. He was in the doorway of the bathroom, dripping wet and looking so damn sexy in just a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Looking so tasty, he deserved to be in a men’s cologne campaign. I would buy it. I would buy fucking cases of it if I got to have a life-size cutout for being such a loyal customer, of course.
“Oh, don't stop on my account. I am thoroughly enjoying the show. Plus, I promised my cupcake all the orgasms tonight. Since she saved both our lives, I feel like you should carry half the load anyways.” His smile was his typical Duce mischievousness, and I couldn't help but give him an air kiss to let him know I appreciated it and was all up for whatever he had in mind.
He glided over to the other side of the bed, sat next to my head, and caressed my hair before bending over and inhaling deeply. “God, smelling you is better than any drug in the world and a thousand times more potent. I don’t think I will ever get over your sweet and salty ocean breeze smell. It calms and energizes me even though it makes me want to be lazy as I sit here and smell you all day.”
“Well, that sounds like I need to bottle that shit and sell it.” I laughed, making a joke, but as Dino’s hands on my wrists turned more punishing, and Duce paused to release a low growl, I could tell that the joke didn't work for this crowd.
Dino grabbed my chin, turning my face towards him as he gruffly said, “Bottle it all you want, but you won't be selling it to anyone but us.” His fingers tightened to the point of being painful as his voice took a dark turn. “Got it, Killer?”
Ooohhh, I liked that nickname. I felt it down to my bones. I wiggled underneath him, rubbing myself against him as I winked at him. “Got it.” I turned my head towards Duce and stuck out my bottom lip. “Now, can we get to the orgasms you promised?”
Duce surged forward in response, his lips gliding along mine in a slow and sensual way that reminded me how good he was at all of this. As soon as his tongue swiped out, coaxing me to let him in, I opened wide. He smiled against my lips before exploring like he hadn't been there before, and I moaned.
His hand circled around my throat, the pads of his digits pressing in lightly, reminding me that his desire could be just as powerful as Dino’s anger. I felt his hand let go of my wrists, essentially letting me free, but before I could do anything about it, he traveled down my chest with mashed kisses, giving me the contrast between soft and hard.
Duce pulled away from my lips, with me still chasing him, as he trailed down my neck, his hands cupping my breasts that were already tender from Dino before, and bit my lip. My legs were pushed up, and, before I could complain, I heard a loud smack, delicious pain radiating from my ass straight to my pussy, causing my desire to leak out. “Aaahhh,” I cried, but then I got another smack as Duce pinched my nipple, and I felt my walls clench, begging for something to hold on to.
