I feel it all the way down to my toes as I scratch at his back, desperate to get closer to him. It’s terrifying to want something this much. It can’t be normal.
I’ve only been with him twice, and the intensity of our connection isn’t rational. But I know I’m not the only one afflicted by it.
He bites at my collarbone and sucks on my neck, branding me with his lips and teeth. With every thrust, his breath grows more ragged, and the sounds that pour out of him are nothing short of agony.
It’s hard to fathom that I could make anyone feel that way, but I want more than anything to relieve him of that ache.
I wrap my legs around him and draw him even closer, untangling one of my hands from his shirt so I can reach up and touch his face.
He shifts then, lips finding mine in the dark, and we come together in a blaze of heat as he thrusts into me one last time.
He comes with a groan, cock pulsing as warmth floods inside me. It’s a long, slow release, and he draws it out with a languid kiss that neither of us wants to end.
When we do finally come up for air, my lips are swollen and I feel slightly drunk.
He brushes the hair back from my face, and even though he can’t see me, I feel his gaze.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
His softly spoken words send a shiver through me. There’s something about that confession that feels significant, but my brain is too far gone to make sense of it.
My eyes are heavy, and I don’t want to move. I could probably fall asleep right here.
That’s when I remember Riccardo and his friends are still just a stone’s throw away. Their voices filter through the darkness as footsteps echo up and down the hall. As I turn my head, the light of a phone reflects off the door pane.
A frisson of panic sinks in as the doorknob wiggles again.
“Eros,” I choke out.
He doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest as his lips brush my ear.
“Would you apologize to him if he saw us like this?”
My chest constricts as I think it through. For a moment, I pretend that I live in a world where I have the choice.
“No.”
“And what about your megalodon?” he asks. “Would you apologize to him?”
I swallow, pain squeezing my throat shut. This time, I can’t pretend.
I’m not sure whether it’s my silence or the prospect of being caught that makes Eros withdraw from my body. But any worry I have that he’s angry dissolves when I feel him slide my underwear back into place and press his fingers into the fabric. It takes me a moment to realize he’s soaking them with the cum that’s still leaking out of me. It feels possessive and weirdly hot.
That thought disappears into a void as he zips his pants back up and helps me adjust my dress. The idea of going back to the dinner party fills me with dread, and I’m not sure I can do it. There’s also the small issue that I don’t know how we’re going to get out of this room unnoticed.
Eros seems to sense my mental spiral as he eases himself onto the sofa and pulls me onto his lap. He wraps an arm around my waist protectively as I settle my head against his chest. Somehow, that small gesture unravels all the tension from the day, and I close my eyes as he combs his fingers through my hair.
I should care a lot more than I do that Riccardo is out there looking for me, or that someone could open that door at any moment. But in the arms of this man, I feel like nothing can hurt me. It’s reckless and foolish, but I want to believe it, at least for a little while.
“How did you know I was here?” I press my fingers against his chest, smoothing them over the fabric of his shirt.
“Do you really want to know? Because it won’t be a comfortable truth.”
I swallow and choose not to answer, accepting that this dynamic between us isn’t normal. This is his way of reminding me that he’s stalking me—the depths of which I’m not sure I want to know. And the worst part is, it’s not because I’m afraid. It’s because there’s some twisted part of me that likes it.
The man is a walking red flag, and my brain has malfunctioned to the point that I get butterflies when I see how far he’s willing to go for me. It’s beyond unhinged.
He’s killed for me, and I don’t even care.
