It shouldn't be so damn hot—but it is.
"Yeah, you're a filthy slut for me, aren't you?" I tell him as I push in slowly, savor the sight of his hole stretching around me, taking me inch by inch. So fucking hot and so fucking perfect.
Darian is breathing hard, pulling his legs wide, greedy for every inch. I bottom out with a groan, draping myself over him, nuzzling into his neck.
"You feel so good. Made to take my cock, weren't you?"
Darian presses his lips to my ear. "I'm yours," he murmurs. "Only yours, Raffi."
I pull back and inch and then sheathe myself to the hilt again. His back arches off the bed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. "You like that? I hope so. I plan on using this tight little hole of yours all night long."
I pull back and slam in, tearing a cry from his lips. He's velvet heat and silk, gripping me like a vice.
All night?
God, I feel like Icouldfuck him all night right now, getting high off him. I set a fast pace, my hips pistoning as I mark his neck with bites and sucks. Darian is shaking, gasping out his pleasure beneath me. I drive into his sweet spot, shallow fucks back and forth until he whines, wordless, oversensitive but begging for more.
And I give it to him. Yeah, I could fuck him forever, just to force those noises out of him. Darian is mine again. And I'm never letting him go.
I feel him tightening around me, his orgasm building. I wrap a hand around his cock and lean in, my lips to his ears. "I want you to come for me. Show me how much you love me dicking you deep like this."
I stroke his hot, dripping dick in time with my thrusts. It only takes a few seconds. With a cry, he spills over my hand and his stomach. His ass clamps down on me and the vision of him completely undone by this, byme, has my own orgasm rushing up to claim me.
I bury myself in him and I fill his ass with my spunk, let it soak his insides in my claim.
Mine.
We collapse together, panting. I pull him close, unwilling to leave the warmth of his body just yet, but exhausted all the same. Ah, so much for fucking all night. But this contentment feels just as good.
Darian nuzzles into my neck with a happy sigh. I kiss his hair, a surge of tenderness sweeping through me. No one has ever made me feel like this. I want to shield him from the ugliness of my world, even while I need topossesshim.
After a long moment, Darian speaks, but he sounds hesitant. "Raffi…did you ever figure out how Chops Lollo got in that passageway?"
CHAPTER 41
DARIAN
Raffi groans."Come on, D. At least give me some props for the sex before you start picking fights again."
"I'm not picking a fight," I say indignantly, and then admit, "and the sex was amazing. But I just wondered why you keep going up to the room where Mr. Lollo was staying. Mr. Pedretti says you do it a lot. Go up there. I just wondered…what you were doing in there."
"Pedretti's been talking about me?"
"Well," I say delicately, "one day I happened to ask where you were. And then he told me."
After a while, Raffi sighs. "I don't know what I'm doing in there. I got no idea how Chops got in that passage. It just keeps fucking with my head, everything that happened at the parley."
I thought it was something like that. And there's nothing more that I'd like to do than leave the parley behind us completely, forget about everything that happened.
But I know Raffi. I know he won't be able to let it go until he knowseverything.
"You said we were partners, Raffi," I remind him. "If it's important to you, then it's important to me. Let's find out together."
"I don't want you creeping round listening at doors," Raffi says, a little sharply. "Sorry," he adds at once. "But I don't want you overhearing something that could get you—I mean, that you shouldn't be overhearing."
I prop myself up on one elbow. "Julian said something to me the other night that made me think, Raffi. He said I was like him."
"You're nothing like that asshole."
