Page 17 of Depths of Hunger

But even as the kiss deepens, as our bodies press closer together, I can’t shake the lingering fear in the back of my mind. The fear that this might not be enough, that Renzo won’t trust me enough or that he won’t protect me. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I do need an escape plan. Just. In. Case.

Chapter

Eight

Ipin Mia to the cabinet and squeeze her ass with both hands until she whimpers. “Does that hurt my little kitten? You want me to stop?” She feels so damn good.

“No,” she manages to whisper as she runs her hands over my chest.

The last twenty-four hours have been hell in one manner or another and I am on the edge. I need release, and goddamn it, she’s my wife. I grab the front of her blouse and rip it open as I lower my head to her neck. I pull the shirt off her and drop it to the floor and then I reach behind her back and undo her bra, tossing it aside. Lowering my head to her nipples I go back to squeezing her ass and grinding her against me. She doesn’t utter a word but her breathing is harsh. She’s excited. I can feel it. She likes being dominated. It’s scary how well-suited we are. I can’t wait to have my pretty little wife.

I suck and then tug on her nipple with my teeth. “Are you wet for me, baby girl? You want me to touch your pussy?”

She moans. I want her so fucking badly. I haven’t hungered for a woman like this in decades. I hoist up her skirt until it’s around her waist and then push her thong down over her hips. I run my fingers between her folds, and they’re slick with wetness for me.

"You like that, don't you? You’re already so wet for me, my gattina."I growl, my breath hot against her neck, my words rasping across her skin.

Mia nods weakly, eyes closed tight, face flushed in arousal. My hands are everywhere, squeezing her ass cheeks hard, gripping her hips as I lift her up and slam her back down against my cock with a groan. It's rough, but Mia doesn’t make a sound. Her fingers curl into my hair as I suck her neck hard enough to leave a bruise. I want to bite her. I want to thrust my cock into her so hard it hurts while I bite her neck and leave her marked. Mine. Now and always.

I kiss her hard, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth as my fingers part her folds, slipping inside her wetness. She gasps, arching her back to press herself deeper against me. I growl in approval and plunge my fingers deeper, curling them up to massage her g-spot. Mia's hips buck against me, seeking more friction, as I create another bruise on her neck with a hard, possessive kiss. My little whore.

Her breath quickens, as I continue my assault on her senses. With one hand gripping her ass cheek hard enough to leave a handprint, I thrust my fingers in and out of her, finding that sweet spot over and over again. “Yes, baby. Tell me how much you want it. How much you want my cock inside you.”

“Now, Renzo. I want you to fuck me now.” Mia's fingers dig into the fabric of my shirt, her nails leaving tiny stings on my skin in her eagerness. She moans, the sound muffled by the noise of our rough breathing.

I thrust my fingers in deep, deeper than before and I hit a barrier. The scent hits me. Blood. I can smell it. The sweet smell of hunger, of lust. I feel my fangs grow and I open my mouth to taste her, my Mia. I will have her; I will make her mine. She will never ever go against my wishes again. I bite down and she lets out a whimper as my teeth pierce her flesh. That small sound brings me back to reality. I go cold. I haven’t lost control like this in decades, centuries even.

I lurch back and let her go and pull my lips in to hide my fangs. She stumbles and stares at me, her eyes big and her mouth open. I forgot she was a virgin. That there would be blood. I curse and then head out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time. Mia calls myname, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop until I am far away from her. The scent of her blood fills my nose, and I know that if I don’t get away now then I will give in, and Mia will suffer the consequences of my hunger. I might not want to, but I will kill my wife.

My eyesopen against the setting sun and I sigh.

“You’re awake,” Nico says as he shifts in the chair. He is sitting behind my father’s desk, looking out at the canal below.

I sit up on the sofa. “Yeah.” I stretch and rub my face.

“You want to talk about it?”

“About what?”

Nico scoffs, “Whatever has you hiding in Venezia for the last week.”

“I’m not hiding out. I had business with Father.”

Nico snorts. “Sure. You are also hiding out though, which is not something I’ve ever seen you do. So tell me what’s this”—he waves his hands gesturing to the surroundings— “all about?”

Anger burns in my gut. I want to throttle my brother for calling me a coward, but mostly, I’m angry at myself because he’s right. “How about being arrested for the one crime I didn’t commit? About having worked so hard to get to the top and damn near losing it within hours of my wedding? Or about how I almost killed my wife?” And that bothers me the most.

Nico’s cocks an eyebrow. “I’ll take door number three. How did you almost kill Mia? She doesn’t strike me as the shrinking violet type, so unless you mistakenly shot or stabbed her, I’m not sure how you could’ve almost killed her.”

I meet my brother’s gaze. “I got home and didn’t feed. I met with Angelo and then went downstairs and found Mia.”

“So?” Nico frowned. “You weren’t starving to death or anything. You’d fed the day before. I mean, you were obviously hungry but…”

I shake my head. “I was hungry but that wasn’t the problem. I wasangry with Mia and that led to being turned on…and then one thing led to another.”

Nico drew his brows downward. “I’m still not following you.”

“Forget it. It’s not important.” I stand.

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