I took the cigarette from his lips and tossed it. “Does that ever bother you?”
“Does what?”
“That it’s always like that. Chasing. Killing. Ending.”
He frowned, tilting his head slightly, those intense eyes roving over my face. “You think I don’t know what I am?”
“I think you hide behind it.”
He shot up so fast, I didn’t have time to react before I was lying on the blanket with Remo straddling me. Each leg pressinginto my thighs, he leaned down, gripping my jaw. Not rough. Controlled. Dangerous.
“Say that again,” he said.
My heart hammered. “You brought me here because even you can’t breathe in your own world.”
Silence stretched between us, the gurgle of the river the only sound.
“You don’t belong anywhere near my life,” he said at length, still holding my jaw.
“Then why am I here?”
“Because you look at me like I’m not a weapon.”
“I look at you like you’re a man, sometimes a monster.”
His chuckle soft, his grip loosened on my jaw, sliding to my neck. “Careful.” Thumb pressing where my pulse betrayed my indifference, he smirked. “That’s how people get hurt, naming something they shouldn’t.”
“I already am,” I answered. “By you.”
He stared at me, as if contemplating my words before his mouth crashed over mine, kissing me like he was trying to prove me wrong. Hard. Claiming. Then slower, yet no less demanding, his body straightening to lie over me, his weight pressing me into the blanket.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he growled against my mouth.
“I didn’t ask it to.”
His forehead rested against mine. Breath ragged. Controlled fury cracking at the edges. “Don’t think this means I’m soft.” He lifted his body, resting his weight on his elbows.
I slid my hand under his shirt, feeling the pulse of his racing heart. “You didn’t bring me here to be hard.” I’d never hide my defiance from him, not even with a knife to my throat.
He closed his eyes. And that’s when I knew I’d already wrecked him, like he’d ruined me for any other man. Differencewas, where I silently accepted it, he’d never admit it, not even to himself.
He opened his eyes, blue irises searching my face. “Sometimes a man just wants to be a man, little fox, but you can never tame a monster who’s only ever known darkness, not even with affection.”
I reached up framing his face with my palms. “You’re my perfect monster, Remo. I’d never want to tame you,” the words slipped out before I could sufficiently think them through. “Where’s the fun in that.” I quickly covered with a nervous laugh.
But the effect had already taken root. I saw it in the way his eyes darkened, in the way his breathing slowed. Instead of saying anything, he shifted his body, forcing my legs to spread out and accommodate his between mine, rocking his hard cock against my pussy.
I sucked in a breath and he noticed. Smirking, he did it again. “You promised me a date, not sex,” I scolded, hating my body’s reaction to him.
He let out a soft, sexy laugh that brought on a lot more seduction than his gentle rocking. “I don’t date, little fox, I fuck.” He continued grinding his cock against my now aching pussy.
My eyes closed, my hips lifting of their own accord. “Remo,” I whispered, gripping his arms, digging my nails into warm skin as tiny ripples of heat pierced every nerve.
“Take off your dress,” he demanded, lifting off me.
He didn’t have to ask twice. Hands trembling, I yanked off my dress and bra while he pulled off his t-shirt. I reached for him and he came down on my breasts, sucking my hard nipples into his mouth. I groaned, arching, my hands in his hair, pressing him tighter, silently demanding he take more.
Resting on one elbow, he bit a nipple then soothed it with his tongue, while he fumbled blindly with the button and zipper of his pants. He got them open and pushed the pants down pasthis ass. He didn’t tear my panties like he usually did, instead he pushed it to the side, lined up his cock with my entrance and shoved in to the hilt.
