Page 34 of All the Dangerous Things

“But now that you’re here….” I couldn't get the rest out because a harsh growl spilled from deep in my chest as I moved close to her again.

“Gio?”

I didn’t know what she saw in my expression, but her eyes widened, and her lips—red and swollen from my kisses—parted.

I pushed my body against hers once more and devoured her mouth with my own.

The only word to describe how I kissed her wasfiercely. But my girl met my dark desire with an intensity of her own.

My girl.

I didn’t know why I thought of her like that, but there was no way I’d take it back. There wasn’t any fucking way I would talk myself down from this high she gave me. A high I’d never felt before—not even when I fought or took a motherfucker’s life.

Her hands gripped my shirt, and I felt the world narrowing down to just us. The rest of the universe be damned.

Minutes later, we broke apart, out of breath as we panted in sync.

“I—I don’t know what I’m feeling.” Her voice was soft and sounded hesitant, but it was filled with so much need thatIwould be theonlyone filling it.

I’d be the only one who ever saw the way she looked right now.

Pupils dilated.

Lips red and swollen and glossy from me mouth-fucking her.

I bet her little nipples were hard and totally fucking visible if I were to take a step back, but I didn’t want to move from where I was flush against her.

I growled low. I bet her tight little pussy was soaked for me, all primed for my big, Italian cock.

I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat in an act of possessiveness, but the trauma she’d gone through and her healing injuries had me curling my hands into tight fists. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her neck softly, gently, in a way I never had before with another living soul.

“You make me crazy, girl,” I muttered, my voice rough as I stared at her mouth. I pulled her into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense.

I had to get her naked.

I let my hands do the leading as I slid them down, then up under her hoodie, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside. She had a little white T-shirt on, but I needed to feel her… smell her bare skin and taste the sweat that would cover her flesh when she got worked up.

“Such a good girl for me,” I murmured against her lips and broke away to kiss her jawline, thendown her throat. I licked her pulse that beat wildly beneath her ear. God, she tasted incredible and smelled so good. Sweet, like cotton candy. “La mia piccola bambola Russa.”My little Russian doll.

She shivered beneath my touch as I traced her lower back, pushing up her shirt so I could reach more skin.

I moved my hands back up and framed her face, plunging my tongue into her mouth and forcing her to take all of me.

Tatiana wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as she rose on her toes and pressed her petite, firm breasts against my chest.

There was no tenderness in my touches or kisses now. I couldn’t control myself to save my life, now that she surrounded me in all that was her. I didn't have the strength to do anything but allow my instincts to rule and take what I wanted.

Her.

I was raw, primal. A motherfucker full of dark intent.

I didn’t care that a war would ignite with her brothers by being with the Petrov princess. I didn't care because they didn’t frighten me.

I was just as powerful.

Just as dangerous.

“You make me feel so good,” she moaned and ran her hand up and down my chest. “You make me feel so… safe.”

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