My body comes alive, acting on pure instinct as I shift in his lap to straddle him. I feel slightly manic as I paw at him, and I’m glad I’m not the only one.
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” he growls, grinding me down on his cock.
His words only spur me on, and I reach between us, fumbling with his belt buckle. It’s too hard to get a grasp of it with my gloves on, so I take them off, working blindly to release him.
Somehow, I manage to get it undone while he’s dragging my pants down.
We come together in a frantic rush, and I let out a strangled sound as he guides his cock inside me.
“Sore?” he rasps.
“Yes, but keep going. I want you.”
He groans, rocking me down against him, but in the next breath, he flips me onto my back.
“I don’t want anyone to see you.”
He covers my body with his, sinking inside me as I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
This is, without a doubt, reckless, and we could easily be caught, but I can’t find it in me to care. He doesn’t either, apparently.
Maybe that’s part of the thrill.
He thrusts into me, muscles straining as he tries to harness his restraint. It doesn’t work.
A dark, primal hunger overtakes him as he fucks me into the ground like he’s been waiting his whole life for this.
It feels like he could do this all night, and I want him to. But this kind of ache wasn’t made to burn out. It was made to detonate.
He wrenches an orgasm from me, breath gasping, body trembling, sparks shooting behind my eyelids. The intensity sends him over the edge with me, and he buries himself as deep as I can take him, shuddering out his release.
In the aftermath, he offers me a slow, languid kiss, contractions still rippling through his body.
Time stretches on as we lie there, neither of us in a hurry to stop. But eventually, the cold creeps in, and when he feels me shiver, he withdraws his hardening cock.
My body feels the loss, but I’m too boneless to protest as he adjusts my clothing and zips himself back up.
Once he’s finished, he brings my cold fingers to his lips and kisses them. It’s oddly sweet, and when he warms my hands between his, something melts in my chest.
It’s hard for me to reconcile that a man with a propensity for violence can be so gentle with me. I saw what he’s capable of, and there’s no question that brutality is part of his nature. But with me, he’s different.
You’re always the exception, Gabriela.
His previous words echo through my mind the entire ride back to the penthouse. That statement suggests a length of time more significant than we’ve known each other. The implication is something I’m not sure I want to acknowledge.
Darkness blankets the city outside, and by the time we reach my building, my eyes are growing heavy. As Eros navigates us through the parking garage, I close them for a minute, only intending to rest them. But the next thing I know, he’s carrying me to the elevator.
When I blink up at him, I realize my helmet is gone, and he’s wearing the balaclava again.
“What time is it?” I ask groggily.
“Ten.” He tilts his head to look at me.
“Oh.”
I’m not usually this tired right now, but I think he wore me out.
The elevator takes us up to the penthouse, where everything is dark and quiet. There are no signs of Julian, but Beppe is waiting for me under his blanket inside my room.
