“The destruction of my family.”
“Politics I don’t understand. Why would my mother do that to me? Why would she lie to me about my father? I don’t even know what it means or how I’m supposed to react.” When she started to lower her head, I cupped both sides of her face.
Her questions were valid. Why would her mother keep the information from her own daughter? To try to protect her.
And out of shame.
The interaction with her mother and Russo hadn’t been mutual. Motherfucker.
“It means your mother loved you so much as to keep the information from you so you could live a normal life.”
She clung to my shirt with both hands, dragging her tongue across her bottom lip. “But what does it mean for you?”
“I don’t know,” I said truthfully as I caressed her face. “And I’m not sure I give a damn.” I’d captured her mouth dozens of times before, taking what I wanted. I’d been selfish in doing so even though she’d been a formidable opponent, taking everything I’d dished out and tossing it back.
This time, the kiss was even more special.
Not because of who she was. I couldn’t give a damn she was Russo’s daughter. What I did care about was the woman. About protecting her. About caring for her.
About falling in love with her.
Call me crazy, but the need for possession had come full circle like everything else. Where I’d tried to push her from my life, something inside had snapped.
All because of her strength and determination not to allow me to break her defenses. Goddamn the woman.
I swept my tongue inside, tasting her almost as if for the first time. She gripped my wrists, holding herself to me as her body swayed back and forth. She refused to allow me to take control, driving her tongue against mine in a battle of wills.
Losing myself in her was no longer an option.
I’d done so and then some.
As the kiss became more fevered, the need explosive, she tore at my jeans, fighting with the zipper until she was able to get exactly what she wanted.
With my dick surrounded by her hand, I was forced to break the kiss, panting as another wave of desire tore through me. She stroked me and lifted her head, her eyes glassy. There was something so mischievous about the slight smile and the way she was looking at me.
“Fuck me.” Her whisper was hoarse, defiant, and who the hell was I to ignore her wants and needs? The look in her eyes was a clear sucker punch, everything about her nothing I’d expected.
This wasn’t about romance but about fulfilling our needs. About strengthening our connection. She jerked down the stiff denim and rolled my balls between the fingers of her other hand. The friction as she twisted her fingers around my cock was almost painful, but exactly what I needed.
We were both panting, even half laughing as she continued tormenting me as only she could do. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until she threw her head back, crying insheer ecstasy. The heat in the bathroom created beads of sweat on both our bodies, hers glistening in the lighting.
I couldn’t take it any longer, lifting and placing her on the edge of the counter.
She laughed, the sound echoing and leaned back, opening her legs as wide as they would go. I allowed a moment to gaze down at her luscious body. Every inch of her was glowing, her pussy lips glistening with her sweet juice.
All I could think about was fucking her, driving my cock deep inside.
And filling her with my seed.
She continued teasing me with a single finger, dragging the tip of her index finger down the side.
“Don’t tease me,” I growled.
“What if I do?” She wrapped her long legs around my waist, her chest rising and falling from the wildness of the moment.
“Then I won’t be able to control myself, fucking you like some goddamn animal.”
“Then do it. I dare you.”
