“Fuck,” he rasps, turning his head to glare at me. “Now you’re trying to kill me,orsetta? And we both know that you were walking funny the next day. Or wasn’t that you that kept shifting in your seat at the breakfast table?”
“Those chairs were very uncomfortable,” I lie. Damn it, how did he see that? Walking was never my problem, but sitting, that was another thing.
I start to get to my feet, but grunt when he slams into me, knocking me down, his large body covering mine. Fuck. I try not to think about the way his body molds to mine that should be illegal; his hard cock pressing tight at the juncture of my thighs, or the way he quickly grips my hands, yanking them above my head.
I’m prone, vulnerable. I should be angry, not turned on. Damn hormones.
He presses more of his body weight on me, shifting to grip both my wrists in one hand, while the other yanks the balaclava off, tossing it aside. I glare up at him. I turn my head, snapping my teeth at him when he tries to cup my face. Instead of getting angry, he chuckles and swiftly uses his fingers to grip my jaw, making it nearly impossible to bite him.
Fuck.
His eyes move over my face one more time, lingering on my eyes and then my hair. “I still can’t get over the hair change, but it’s growing on me. Makes you look very badass,orsetta.” I try to yank my face away from his grip, but he just tightens it. Not enough to cause any bruising, but the pressure stops me from trying again. “Now, isn’t this better than running? As much fun as this has been? And before you think to try and sic Hades on me…”
His mouth is on mine, his tongue invading like he owns it. Maybe in this moment he does. I struggle, trying to bite him again, but he gives my lower lip a sharp nip for the effort. Hepulls away. “Use your teeth on me all you want,orsetta. We both know that you missed this as much as I have.”
Damn it, no. No, he can’t be right. I can’t let him kiss me again. The kiss earlier scrambled my brain, and right now, my hormones are going wild and that can’t be allowed. Where this man is concerned, I make terrible decisions.
“Stop fighting me, Aurora. Just feel. Give yourself one moment to have what you want. Screw what waits afterward.” His words hit something deep inside me, and even when I try to struggle again, he doesn’t release me other than to move the hand holding my jaw, like he’s sure he’s safe. I want to bite him, I really do, when he kisses me again, sinking into me, and his hand moving under my head, lifting it from the dirt, and his fingers threading into the short strands to angle the kiss.
Instead, I let myself sink. Because damn it, he tastes so fucking good. I missed this. I really fucking missed this, and if I’m going to deal with the bullshit that’s coming, I need one more minute. One more time.
One more moment where the woman who I was be allowed to rise again.
He groans when I dig my nails into his wrist, but I lift my head, needing more, my tongue dueling with his as we both fight for control. The way we did before. The way it should have been since the beginning.
Anger and desire. The need to make him realize what he’s going to be missing building, spreading. He was in control last time, but not this time.
This time is all me. It’s all for me. A memory to carry, and a closure that will allow me to move on. To put this part in the past.
A newfound strength fills me, and I wrench my hands from his grip, bringing them up to bury in his hair, deepening the kisseven more. He gives a low grunt, his own grip tightening. Does he feel it too? This unbridled desire?
Our mouths mash together, my body bucking and grinding under his, making him groan as he thrusts his cock hard against me. The clothes I’m wearing do nothing to dull the sensation of his cock pressing right over my clit, giving just enough pressure and friction to drive me insane.
I’m practically dry humping him in the dirt, and I don’t care. I want more. I need more. I crave more.
I buck, and he gives a deep groan, neither of us stopping as I roll us, so I’m on top of him. He doesn’t release me, like he’s afraid that I’m going to disappear, but he yanks his mouth from mine, biting and licking the skin along the underside of my jawline.
I’ve never hated my outfit choices more. I wrench my head away, lowering it to bite his neck. He groans, arching. “Fuck,orsetta, yes,” he hisses, thrusting his hips up to slam into my center, making me see stars, but I don’t stop. I bite him a few inches up, soothing it with my tongue. I want to mark him, leave him with a memory and some pain.
It’s not the pain he gave me, but it’s enough. It has to be enough. This is all it can be.
The thought is unbidden, dulling some of my desire, but not enough to make me soft. Instead, I shove away, staggering to my feet, my knees unsteady. “You want me, Alonzo, you’re going to have to catch me first,” I rasp out as he stares up at me, eyes burning, lips swollen, and his neck already bruising.
Is this how men feel when they look at us? It’s addicting.
I give him a slow smile. “Unless I catch you first, of course.” Why not make this interesting? I reach down and grab the balaclava lying in the dirt giving Alonzo an anticipatory smile. His eyes widen slightly, and he’s already moving to scramble to his feet.
I take off, sprinting deeper into the woods, Hades hot on my heels. I hear Alonzo’s curse behind me, then the dark laughter. Excitement builds, the thrill of the chase making my blood pound, and my core throb. Knowing what’s to come, knowing I’m not going to make this easy.
One more night. One more free moment to have what I want, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it. Maybe fulfill a fantasy or two.
I reach the clearing once again, but I don’t run to the middle of it. I direct Hades to go ahead of me, and call out a lay down command, that he slides to complete. I run for one of the larger trees, jumping and grabbing the lowest hanging branch I can reach to haul my ass up into the dense foliage. I can hear Alonzo gaining on me, but I have just enough time to pull the mask over my face before he emerges from the trees, stopping feet away from my tree.
His eyes are on Hades, but I know he’s waiting for me to spring. “I’m going to enjoy fucking that pretty cunt again, Aurora,” he practically purrs as he turns, scouring the trees with his gaze. “Just like I did before. Make you scream so fucking loud that it’ll send the soldiers walking around running toward us. I think we’d give them a fun show, don’t you?”
I shiver. I’ve had public sex a few times, and it was hot. I almost want to see what Ilya’s stuck-up soldiers will think, but I also don’t want to give Alonzo the satisfaction of proving himself right.
I wait, bracing. I don’t twitch when his gaze lands on me, but he keeps moving, still not seeing me. Even better. It will make the next part so much better.
