When I pull away, she stares up at me, expression unreadable. “I’m not leaving, Rori,” I rasp. “No one is going to leave you again.”
Before I can test her restraint any further, I release her, turn on my heel, and stalk out. I glance over at Hades lying down on the floor by the bedroom door, as if already knowing he needs to be on guard, and feel a small twinge of regret that he’s not going to be leaving with me. It’s strange how, after only a few days, he’s become such a constant.
His place, however, is here with Rori. I open the door, leaving, uncaring who sees.
18
RORI
The alarm bellsgoing off in my head are blaring and trying to get me to pay the fuck attention, but I ignore them. How can I when the man who is the bane of my existence, but also the man who has made me crave him like a junkie looking for their next fix, is currently tearing at my clothes like he’s going to die if he can’t get to me quickly enough?
Okay, so maybe he’s not the complete bane, but close enough. He’s been fighting this, fighting me, and I finally just accepted that this wasn’t going to happen.
Thank God I was wrong.
Fabric tears, buttons fly, until we’re both naked and skin to skin. Oh yes, yes, this is exactly what I’ve been picturing. All hard, thick muscle, heated skin, and a hard cock that’s thick enough, he might make me feel like he’s splitting me in two when he’s finally inside me. He yanks me up as if I weigh nothing, his mouth never leaving mine as he slams me back against the wall.
A small, sharp pain fills my head, but then it’s gone as desire overtakes it. My nails score through his hair, sliding over his scalp as his hands grip my ass so tight they’ll leave a mark. His cock bobs against my ass at this angle, and I want it inside me so badly, but his mouth continues to plunder mine, brutal and punishing. Like he’s angry that I’ve made him wait this long.
Or, more accurately, that I’ve pushed him to act on the attraction between us. The one we’ve been trying so hard to ignore.
I don’t want gentle; I don’t want slow.
I want him. Now.
I grip him by the hair, yanking his head back, and attack his jaw, biting and sucking on the skin, making him let out a low curse when I bite down on a sensitive part of his neck. “Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking at the pain and driving his cock hard into my ass, and I can feel the precum smearing onto my skin. Mmm, someone likes that. When I go to do it again, he grips my hair and yanks my head back so hard that I see stars, but the pain doesn’t slow me down.
I score my nails over his scalp, but give my own hiss of pain, then a low groan of pleasure at the feel of his teeth gripping the tender skin of my neck. Have I mentioned how much I love that? My entire body shudders with pleasure, and I can feel my arousal coating his bare stomach.
Maybe I should feel ashamed of that, but fuck it. The only thing I want is more. No, need. I need more. I need him inside me, filling me up, and making it hurt so good in another way.
Alonzo Cattaneo is proportionate everywhere. He’s not pornstar-sized, but he’s definitely long enough that I know he’ll hit all the right spots, with a couple of inches to spare.
His fingers dig into my ass as he sucks on my neck. I need more. I want to feel him everywhere when we’re done. I grindmy hips down; the friction of my clit on the muscles of his abs is so damn good.
He releases my neck, his eyes staring at me with unadulterated desire as he helps me move a little faster, making me pant. Fuck, that feels so good. “Alonzo,” I gasp out.
“You really think I’m going to let you come that easily, Rori?” he rasps, stilling my hips as he turns us away from the wall.
“A girl can hope.” I wrap both arms around him, tightening the grip of my legs around him. My breasts are pressed flush against his chest, and the movement of his strides makes my already hard nipples rub enticingly against the smattering of hair across his chest. The friction is delicious.
I let out a delighted laugh when he detangles me and tosses me back on the bed like I weigh nothing. I bounce when I hit the mattress, and I quickly move up to my elbows to watch him. My mouth waters. He’s fucking perfect. Exactly my type.
All that delicious muscle, both from the gym and actual use, with tattoos covering most of his body. Broad shoulders and chest, tapering down to a chiseled six-pack that is still glistening from my arousal. A smug smile pulls at my lips. Is it weird that I want to coat him in it? I want him slick with me—a reverse of all those books that Gia claims to read.
Then there are those lean hips that taper down into thick thighs and long, strong legs. More tattoos cover both thighs, and I want to inspect them in detail. Later, though. Much later. First, I want a taste of that hard cock between his legs. Oh yes, I have plans for that; I hope my giant knows how to use it.
“Are you standing over there for a reason, Goliath?” I ask him when he still doesn’t join me. I can see the flash of doubt in his eyes. Uh oh, he’s thinking again. I bite back my irritation. Did I really expect anything less? Instead of letting him have too much extra time to think, I give him a coy look and liftmy hand to run it along my lower belly. His eyes track it immediately, his pupils dilating even more as I skim down toward my core. “Especially when this is waiting here, just waiting for you to finish what you started?” I slowly spread my legs, letting him see everything. I dip my fingers lower, giving a soft gasp and a delicate shudder when they skim my throbbing clit.
He mutters something in Italian, but he finally bites out in English, “Fuck it. I’m done fighting it.”
Before I can fully rejoice in that, his hands lash out, gripping me by my hips as he falls to his knees. I barely have the chance to register what’s about to happen before he pulls my lower half up off the bed, legs over his shoulders, and his mouth is on my pussy.
Oh fuck yes. Fuck. Yes. And thank God he knows what the hell he’s doing.
I cry out in pleasure as he gets to work. There is no other way to describe the ecstasy this man is giving me. He eats me out like it’s his job, and he loves it. He sucks with just the right amount of pressure on my clit. His tongue moves down to my entrance and spears me hard, making my entire body shudder, and my inner walls clench hard. My orgasm starts to build.
“Fuck, yes, Alonzo. Fuck.” I can’t reach him at this angle, my hands gripping the sheets, enjoying every single sensation. My eyes slam shut, my neck arches, and my head grinds into the sheets. He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking harder, and then I feel him ease back long enough to add two thick fingers inside me. The stretch and burn are so good, but almost too much.
