Page 148 of Darkest Deception

Ambrose’s laugh feeds my dying heart like a miracle medicine.

“You love pissing everyone off, but Remo seems to—oh…”

I suck at her pulse, and her hands fist my hair tighter.

“What did you do that… will piss Remo off?”

I let her go and grab her cream-coloured lounge top and take it off, my breath catching when I see she isn’t wearing a bra.

Her soft pink peaks are a magnet for my lips.

“Stop talking about another man while I’m trying to seduce you, Ambrose.”

Her hand cups my chin and lifts my face, but I’m not willing to let go of the heavenly sight of her full tits in front of me.

When my eyes collide with the melted chocolate in hers, my heart skips a beat.

The way she looks at me? I know she will be ready to fight any battle for me the way I would for her.

“I love you,” she whispers, almost shyly.

Her lashes flutter when I don’t respond, and she glances away before looking back at me, unaware of the storm she has created inside of me. It’s twisting harder and harder, ready to wreck everything in its destruction.

“Again. Say it again.”

She smiles. “I love you.”

Another skip of a beat.

“Again.”

Her smile widens and stars dance in her eyes. “I love you, Helia.”

My head falls back with a smile.

“I love you too, baby. I love you. I love you. I love you.” I press kisses all over her face, neck, chest, then her lips.

“Now take off your trousers. I need to be home, and that’s inside of you.”

With her trousers off, her legs hooked around my waist, I unzip my own jeans and stand still.

“Loving you feels just like hating you. It’s strong, it’s fierce, it’s intense, and it’s me and you.” I slam into her, stealing her breath.

“I hate you and want to strangle you all the same, just with me inside of you.”

Ambrose slams a hand on my shoulder, her eyes snapping to mine. “Are you going to actually fuck me or chatter like a teenager in love?”

My grip turns punishing on her thighs. “This is why I hate you.”

A soft smile touches her lips. It vanishes when I start fucking her, driving her up the wall, my cock deep inside her tight pussy.

Riding the high with her is like conquering the world with this crazy woman in my arms.

“Do I look fine? It’s not too much, right?” Ambrose says, a small pinch between her eyebrows as we stand in front of Remo’s front door.

She’s wearing a sky-blue dress that is pinched at her waist and held up by thin straps on her shoulders. She clutches a white purse in her hand and wears gold jewellery and white heels.

The dress is sleeveless. That alone has me weak in the heart.

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