Her eyes narrowed, fists clenching so tight her knuckles went white. “Cezar, please give me my sandwich back.”
That had to kill her pride. Beautiful sight, honestly. I closed the distance fast; I wasn’t making her come to me, not when she needed to catch her breath. I reached out, about to hand over the sandwich—
And she fucking tackled me.
The breath was knocked out of me. Pain exploded through my body as we rolled across the ground.
How dirty could I get her?
When we stopped moving, she straddled me—just like the first time we met—and I was dangerously close to losing it. A cough rattled out of me, ribs screaming. Lina braced herself on either side of my head, breathing heavy. I wanted to touch her. God, I wanted to touch her.
I moved my hand, my pulse hammering for more than one reason. She sat straighter and looked down at me with that sly, wicked glint. Then slapped me. Hard.
I deserved it. Still didn’t expect it to hurt that fucking much. It was everything.
“Again,” I breathed, desperate.
So, she did—again and again and again. Each slap landed harder than the last, her hips grinding down on me like she owned every inch of my body. My hands clamped around her thighs, fingers digging in deeper every time her palm cracked across my cheek.
She paused, out of breath, and I panted. “I came.” A slow smile stretched across my face as I rocked my hips up into her, milking the last pulse of the orgasm. She watched me with an intensity that felt like a blade pressed to my throat. I hadn’t had a hands-free release in a long time, and the fact that it happened now with her on top of me—unreal.
I didn’t want her to move. Reluctantly, I lifted my hands from her legs. The sandwich… that poor thing was a goner.
She pushed up a little, as if unsure. I loved that this was new for her. It showed in the hesitation of her movements. I sat up, grabbed the ruined sandwich, and brushed dirt off the plate, not that it mattered. As I strolled past her, I said, “I’ll make you another one.”
She didn’t sass back. Just caught up to me, and we walked to the house side by side. It already felt like home. That scared me. That excited me. I didn’t want to think too hard about either truth.
I kept my promise and made her another sandwich while she tapped her foot impatiently. Presenting it to her, I grinned. “Don’t worry. I won’t steal this one.”
Lina shook her head while eating the deliciousness I bestowed upon her. It was getting late, and no one had calledme. Thankfully, I could usually get away with being gone every few days for a bit at a time. I looked forward to escaping that place every chance I got.
There was so much left to ask her. So much left unsaid. We were exhausted, filthy, and needed a shower. I followed her to what I assumed was her room. Simple, with not much to it, hardly lived in. She didn’t seem like someone who anchored herself to anything, and I understood that habit too well.
Lina dropped her things onto the bed and headed into the bathroom, closing the door. Locking it before I could grab the handle. I shook it like a feral animal.
“Come on, Linaaa. Let me in. I’ve already eaten you out. Let me see your nakedness. Fucking, please let me see. I won’t touch. I just want to watch.”
Yeah, I was a creepy pervert. My own words shocked me, but they kept tumbling out. She wasn’t telling me to shut up. Did she want me to shut up? Guess we were about to find out.
I clenched the doorknob, turned my body sideways, and braced myself. One. Two. Three. I slammed into the door again and again. The wood splintered under the force. She had to hear it. She had to know I wasn’t stopping.
Still no protest. One more hit.
The door burst open, and I stumbled into the bathroom, catching myself before I fell. Christ. The place was massive.
She didn’t even flinch as she stood in all her perfection, with a wretched towel wrapped around her body. I considered ripping it off.
I walked toward her, adjusting my cock through my pants because the fabric felt like a prison. She tilted her head—the same way she had that night—and let the towel fall.
I was… starving.
She wanted this.
“For the love of all things unholy, I have never seen someone so fucking breathtaking, Lina. You are going to be the death of me.” I barely knew what I was saying anymore. I was gone. Drowning in her. And she fucking loved it.
I didn’t let her step back. She was already in my hold, and I wasn’t letting go. It felt like our first dance again—our bodies pulled together by something unspoken and inevitable. She stripped my clothes off, and I kept my hands mostly to myself, touching lightly, waiting. Needing her permission before I devoured her.
With her, I never felt judged. She knew enough about what my father did to me to understand the parts of me I kept hidden. Somehow, she made it safe to be vulnerable. No one else ever had.
