“Rafe, take care of Beppe.”
“On it.”
Gabi flees without any clear direction, glancing over her shoulder with wide eyes as I close in on her.
“You can stop running, Gabriela. You should know by now you’re only activating my prey drive.”
She doesn’t stop, but it doesn’t matter. Two seconds later, I have her tossed over my shoulder as I shift directions and carry her to my wing.
The hallway lights illuminate my path until I get to the suite. Once I’m inside, I deposit Gabi on the bed and lower myself over her, caging her beneath me.
“Now, where were we?”
31
GABRIELA
My heart slamsagainst my chest as thoughts scatter in every direction. But there’s really only one that matters.
“You’re…Eros.”
“I think you already knew that.” His pupils flare, drowning the amber of his eyes in darkness. “You just needed to come to terms with it.”
“But why?” My lip wobbles. “You’ve hated me for so long.”
He shifts his weight, settling between my thighs as he grinds his erection against me. “Does this feel like I hate you?”
The familiar press of his body on top of mine ejects a broken sound from my throat.
“Does it feel like I hate you when I’m in your bed, claiming every part of you?” He teases his lips against mine. “Or what about when I do this?”
“So…you like me?”
My communication skills have reverted to the most primitive settings, but at the moment, I don’t really care.
“I like you, Gabi.” He kisses his way down my neck, sucking and biting me just as Eros does. “I like you a whole fucking lot.”
A rush of warmth floods my veins as my body surrenders, and I melt into the bed, losing myself in the moment.
“You’ve been inside me,” I rasp, the thought tumbling out unfiltered.
“I’ve been inside every part of you.” His voice dips, letting me know how much he likes that.
“And you killed your cousin.” My fingers press into his back as his teeth scrape over my jaw.
“He was my least favorite cousin.”
“You said you had a girlfriend.” A whisper of pain bleeds through the words.
He pauses to look at me, regret softening his tone. “I said it because I was going to see you, and I didn’t think it through. It was a bad joke.”
A fist rattling the door startles me, but Romeo’s gaze doesn’t move from mine.
“Romeo,” Angelo clips out. “My wife would like a word.”
“I just want to make sure Gabi’s okay,” Abella says from the other side of the door.
A ripple of tension moves through Romeo’s body, and for the first time in as long as I can remember, vulnerability flashes in his eyes. I think he’s afraid I’ll ask to leave.
