Page 123 of Vicious Sentiments

I stare into his eyes, willing him to understand and I see the unjust hatred he has for himself. He might be reckless, there might be repercussions for his actions, but I don’t for a second believe he would ever intentionally hurt the people he loves. If anything, I see the depths he would go to protect them. I see how much it’s tearing him apart that Marney is laying in a hospital bed. And I see the pain he carries about Madison.

“You aren’t an omen,” I say. “You are my savior. You and Julian. Reckless or cautious, I don’t care. I don’t want to die anymore, but I will if I lose you, because I love you.”

I don’t get a second to register what I’ve just said before his lips crash down on mine. He kisses me with a demand that I supply witheverything I have. He dips and his arms latch under my ass, hauling me up. I wrap my legs around him and slip my fingers into his hair as his tongue explores my mouth.

God, he’s everything tempting that exists in violence.

He tears his mouth from mine for a second, his eyes looking around the room until he growls and takes me to the piano. He sets me on the hood and pulls off his shirt. I grow wet at the sight of his skin, red from the fire and taut with muscle and tattoos. I run my hands down his warm chest as he leans me back and pulls off my pants.

My skin chills and I wrap my legs back around him, feeling his skin on my inner thighs. He puts both hands under my shirt, running his palms up my waist and pushing the fabric up. My nipples harden as he bears over me, putting his lips on one.

A whimper escapes me and I feel him grow inside his pants. I instantly start to throb and I fumble between us, trying to undo the button on his jeans. His breath is hot on my body, fevered as he kisses my skin, and I can’t believe this kind of sex exists. The kind where I’m desperate for him to enter me and his eyes reflect the same and not in a way where he doesn’t see me. His eyes reassure that he sees me, that I’m a person and he wants me not because I’m an easy target or because he can’t control himself but because he wants to please me.

And I’m starving for it.

I arch my back, pressing myself against him, frustrated that I can’t get his pants off. As if sensing this, he pulls away for a breath and expertly undoes his button. Before he can even put his lips back on me, I’m shimmying his pants down with my knees and grasping for the rim of his underwear. I think I scratch him with my nails but he doesn’t flinch and instead grunts in pleasure.

“You think Julian will be mad if I fuck you on the gift he got you?” He smirks as he presses the tip of his cock against my clit.

“I think I’ll be mad if you don’t,” I pant and pool at the feel of slickness on his tip. He drags himself up and down me, mixing our wetness, and I want him to fill me with his.

“Yeah? What if I don’t? What are you going to do?” He leans down over me, holding himself just out of reach. He has that cocky smirk where his eyes glimmer.

I throw my head back and groan. I don’t want to play this game. I just want him inside of me. What’s with these two that they have mastered the tease to the point where it’s painful?

“Are you just going to give up?” he breathes and kisses my neck, and I shudder with want. “I want to see youmad.”

I snap my head back up. “Iammad.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.” He gives a subtle shrug.

I wriggle beneath him and feel his cock again for a second before he pulls a little farther away and chuckles.

My blood sears my veins. I’ve never had to wait for a man to enter me, if anything I used to wish I could have a second to prepare myself and now when I really want it, I’m being toyed with.

I’ll show him mad.

I narrow my eyes and wrap my arms around him, grabbing a hold of his back and pulling myself against him. Our time in the workout room has benefited me and I can hold my weight easily. I hook a leg around his lower back and use my other to try and maneuver him up so I can get on top of him, even though that probably wouldn’t be good for the piano.

It doesn’t matter though because he doesn’t budge, but I am latched to him like a koala and I have his cock pressed right where I want it. Now if I can just get him inside of me.

I slither against his body as he holds us up, feeling wild with need as I dig my nails into his back to keep a grip. I’m breaking out in a sweat from my efforts and his hot skin. I cry out in frustration whenI feel a vibration coming from his chest. A silent chuckle that has me seething.

“Just fuck me!” I screech and dig my nails deeper into his hard back.

“All you had to do was ask,” he growls.

He angles his torso just an inch and then he’s inside of me. He stretches me in all the right places as he buries himself all the way until I can feel him against my clit. My whole body relaxes, finally getting what I want, and I let go.

Cape catches me with an arm around my back before I land less than gracefully on the piano and he guides me gently down.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He slides out and then in again causing me to moan. “Do you get this wet when it’s just my brother?”

Julian’s body flashes in my mind and a twinge of guilt comes over me for leaving him out, but it’s quickly replaced by the flood of excitement I get. Julian turns me on just as much as I picture his cock in my mouth.

“Damn. I guess you do,” Cape says, and I don’t even care that he’s referring to the way I throb and soak him at the mention of his brother. Maybe any other time, but not when he’s slipping in and out of me and my clit rubs against him. It feels too good to feel anything else, especially embarrassment.

He cradles me from the hard piano beneath me and puts his lips on mine. His kiss is soft, less ravenous than before but still filled with passion. I take the opportunity to capture his bottom lip between my teeth and feel the fullness of it. He slowly pulls away and I draw out a tug, liking the way I have him snared.

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