Page 28 of Hearts Of Darkness

Once she figures out who I am, the deceit will destroy us. Until then, I need to distance myself and erect some fucking barriers. This is sex for my own gratification, not hers. She’s mine to do whatever the hell I want with.

I lasted five minutes in sector six. I was too impatient to get back to her. I barely glanced at the two snitch DEA agents we’d brought back as trophies from Miami. Strung up and worked over, one had actually pissed himself when he saw me, making Joseph unleash his fists on him again. The other stayed silent and resigned to his fate. Hoping for a quick death which, under the circumstances, I was prepared to give him.

Picking up the knife, I’d calmly appeased my anger until their blood ran in crimson streams around my feet, and the familiar metallic tang in the air soothed my senses.

“Clean up this mess,” I’d ordered, ripping off my ruined shirt. “Then I want everyone gone from this side of the compound. Go put some fucking target practice in on the range.”

I wanted to be left alone to deal with her.

I know my own rules. I don’t let them close. I take what I want and then I leave, so why not her? What makes her so special? Why turn my back on a way of life that’s been good to me for the last fifteen years?

She needs to suffer for putting me in this position. For testing my limits and making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. I’m craving the oblivion that fucking her brings me, but today I’ll have it in an unpalatable way. I’m going toinflict pain, break her spirit, and bring her round to my way of thinking. It’s just the way things have to be.

“Don’t move.”

I force her wrists above her head and finger the neckline of her white dress, testing the durability of the material. She flinches away, which only irritates me more.

I yank hard, the fabric disintegrating in my hands—ripping and tearing all the way down to her navel and exposing those fuckable full breasts with their dusky-pink nipples. A deep, guttural noise erupts from my throat, and I don’t stop until the whole of the front of her dress is ruined.

My fists clench around the bunched material. Her bare skin is calling to me—so soft and treacherous. She’s shaking all over, but the aroma of her body makes me pause. I smell fear on her, but there’s something else as well…

I glance at her face. The look that greets me is like a sucker punch to the gut. She’s staring straight at me and breathing hard. Her clear blue eyes are dilated with lust, and my senses are being consumed by the sweet, sweet scent of her arousal.

Son of a… She’senjoyingthis.

And, just like that, the sharpest edges of my depravity disappear.

She deserves better.

She deserves everything.

I come for her, burying my fists in her hair, and crushing her mouth with my own. She kisses me back with the same fierceness as I drag her arms down to form a chain around my neck. She tightens her hold on me, pressing her body against mine, as I groan long and deep into her mouth.

“Do you like that,mi alma?” I demand. “Do you like itwhen I play rough?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Give me more, show me everything, take me with you.”

Take you?Jesus Christ. I don’t need to be told twice.

Cupping her ass, she reads the cue and wraps her long legs around my waist as I slam her back against the palm tree. The loose ends of her ruined dress get trapped between us and I yank them out of the way impatiently. I need to bury my dick inside her before I explode.

Pinning her between the tree and my hips, I tear open the front of my jeans, wrench her panties to one side, and impale her in one rough thrust. I nearly lose my mind when her wetness and warmth envelop me, drawing me deeper and deeper into her body. At the same time, I hear her cry out with a jagged chorus of pain and surprise.

“Say my name.” My order is harsh and needy. “Let me hear you scream it.”

“Dante! Dante! Dante!” she moans out, each new intone timing perfectly with my next assault.

“That’s right, my angel.” I seek out her lips again and force my tongue between her teeth, fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time. This is so much more than oblivion. It’s fiercer and stronger than anything I’ve ever known.

I fuck her like I haven’t fucked her in a year, like I haven’t fucked her all last night, or this afternoon.

This is what she does to me. Every time is fresh and different. She whips me up into a frenzy and makes me want her more and more.

I’m so violent with my lust that she chokes on my kiss. I can’t help myself. She tastes too good, and I want to savoreverything. I can’t temper my pace, and my self-control is in pieces. I can feel her inner muscles squeezing my dick as her own restraint detonates around me.

“Come for me!” I roar, tearing my mouth away.

She tenses and then slackens in my arms, and I feel like a fucking god. At the same time, my own orgasm spirals me into a temporary void where nothing else exists except us.

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