Page 190 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"Yeah. Pretty much." I said.

I didn’t know why I said it, but just the thought of losing Kiara hurt like I was being ripped to pieces all over again.

"Brothers." Rafael said proudly.

Marcel and I rolled our eyes.

"Seriously, don’t get mushy." Marcel grunted, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, what’s with that shit?" I remarked, taking a drag on my cigarette.

Rafael chuckled.

"Totally brothers." He said, and it was then that my nympho mind linked me.

I stood up after downing my drink.

"My queen awaits."

"Have fun! I’m sure she’s going to love that little surprise! And remember, I’m willing to babysit Dante ANYTIME you visit! So visit more often!"

"Yeah, I might take you up on that offer, but first, get through one night with him. I’ll ask you tomorrow how it went." I replied as I walked out, a mocking smirk playing on my lips.

You better give him hell, Dante…

I tossed my cigarette to the ground in the garden as I made my way through to the back and towards the outhouse. I wondered why Rafael even had this place.

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered something from nearly a decade ago.

‘I’ve made an outhouse especially for you, Al. Please visit your old brother… I swear you will have your own place, the kids, or me and Maria. We won't bother you... Just come visit…I miss having you here, Al...’

Fuck... So this… I didn’t know how to feel. No matter how badly I treated him, he was always fucking looking out for me. I built impenetrable walls around me but he still tried to get through. He was a brother that anyone would be lucky to have. One I sure fucking wasn’t worthy of… I glanced back at the house, thinking maybe I could take him up on that offer to babysit often. I smiled ever so slightly, turning away.

The moon shone down and the lights glowed behind the windows, I knocked on the door to the outhouse before opening it.

I stopped in my tracks at the scene before me. Her delicious scent of hazelnut chocolate mixed with something addictive was blending in with the smell of the candles that she had lit. My eyes didn’t take in anything else, landing on the goddess that sat on the bed. Leaning back on her hands, her breasts fucking begging to be touched as they spilt out of the skimpy lace bra that could barely contain them; her narrow waist, rounded hips, and those fucking thighs that I wanted to spread apart so I could fucking have my way with her…

She looked beyond fucking perfect, I swallowed hard as pleasure rushed south. She licked those plump red lips of hers as her eyes met mine.

"Like what you see handsome?" She asked seductively.

Fuck. Yeah. I do.

I didn’t need to confirm that I was loving the view before me, but it was her next words that snapped my self-control.

"Then are you just going to stand there, or are you going to bury that sexy face of yours between my thighs?"

I had the door shut and was in front of her in a flash, grabbing her by the neck. My lips crashed against hers as I pushed her back on the bed, straddling her. She grabbed me by my shirt, tearing it open. Our chests were pressed together. The pleasure that fucking consumed me was stronger than I could explain. The sparks running through my veins were like electricity travelling through water. Her soft, plump lips were fucking divine; the sweet, delicious taste of her mouth was driving me crazy. The erotic moan that left her lips, partially muffled by me, made me fucking throb. I broke away, breathing hard.

"Ravish me, my beast." She whispered.

Her purple orbs were blazing with desire and lust as she raked her red nails down my chest. The sting of delicious pain mixed with pleasure as she drew blood made me tighten my hold on her neck. She was snapping every fucking ounce of self-control I had.

"I fucking intend to."

I looked her over, taking in how fucking good she looked, my eyes flashing red. She was mine to fucking devour, to mark and to claim.

I grabbed her breast, squeezing it, loving the way it felt in my hand. My lips kissing and sucking every inch of her neck. She cried out when I bit into her neck, right over her mate mark. The scent of her arousal swirled around me like a fucking drug. Her hand ran over my dick, making me throb harder. She began working on my pants and I grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed with one hand, kissing her down her chest and over her stomach.

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