Page 38 of Gunner

“You want to know what it’s like to be fucked by a monster?”

“What kind?” I challenge him. I hate that he thinks of himself this way.

He grasps my arms. His forehead never leaves mine. I can feel the heat radiating off his body and his hardness. I’m already wet with desire, if this is our one night then I want this. I’m sure you’d fuck as hard and as untamed as any beast.”

“Diletta,” he growls, reaching the end of his patience.

Yeah, well, I’m at the end of mine too.

I tug his face to me and smash our mouths together. There’s zero grace or finesse in it. It’s like kissing a metal pole for a second. An unyielding block with a palpable opposing force that tastes like sin and danger with an underbite of spearmint. It only takes a few seconds for Gunner’s control to snap. His body is like a whirlwind, his hands on my ass, picking me up. His mouth is wild, a freak blizzard in spring, an earthquake rocking through me even though my feet are no longer on the ground.

I wrap my boots around his waist, attacking his mouth. He gives back fiercely, driving us into the kitchen while he scrapes his teeth over my lips and brutalizes my mouth with his tongue. My head is a swimming mess by the time he sets me on the countertops.

He backs off, breathing hot against my lips.

“Let me guess, darling. The only thing you want to eat is me.”

He sinks down to his knees, groaning like I’ve just slain him. He blinks up at me like he can’t believe I’m real. For a second, I think that I might actually have broken him.

Fuck.

“What right do you have to be so perfect and brave? So fierce and loyal?”

“I’m not perfect. Not even close.”

“But you are.” His fingers dig into my thighs and then his hand sweep up. The words he didn’t say are loud in the dark kitchen.Perfect for me.

He pushes up the tight little miniskirt. It doesn’t have far to go. It was barely covering anything as it was.

I’m wearing more substantial panties. There was no way I was going into a club full of rowdy men and probably equally as rowdy women with a scrap of fabric over my ass and not having another line of defense.

Gunner wrenches them down, tugging roughly. I realize how soaked they are when the cool air kisses my skin. He pulls them to my thighs, and I wriggle to create space so he can go the rest of the way. I try to get my hand up to tug them over my knees and down my legs, though they’ll have to pass the boots first. Gunner knocks my hand out of the way and savagely tears them over my boots.

Shit. I guess those weren’t a problem after all.

His eyes flicker up to my face, burning twin brands, so beautiful and so real. I feel him in my chest, my belly, all over my body. Fuck. I just wanted to convince him to stay and think things over, not let him inside enough that he could destroy me.

There’s a question there too. He needs me to give him permission, even though I’m just as eager. I’m practically leaking all over my goddamn kitchen counter for him.

I spread my legs open, giving him a full view of my glistening, naked pussy. I lace my hands through his hair in case he still needs to be convinced.

Gunner’s calloused hands on my thighs start a brand-new tremble. I throw back my head, panting from his touch alone. I don’t give a shit what he’s done with those hands. I don’t care about his past. I want the man who didn’t get to have dreams. I want the one who saved his Don and then saved me. The manwho wants to flee in order to set the world to rights because he can’t even begin to think there might be other ways. He’s known only two types of family, both of them relatively violent. He gave up one for me. I’m not letting him give up on this one. I want the good man that he doesn’t know he can be.

“You should have let me know you were out there years ago,” I murmur. “It would have at least given me new material for my fantasies. Would that have turned you on, knowing that I was in here while you were out there, watching me touch myself, knowing I was thinking about your creep show in the shadows?”

“Fuck.”

His mouth crashes right over my center. He licks me messily, without any strategy or care. He open mouth kisses me, using his fingers to open me up so he can trace his tongue over me. It’s brutal and noisy and my god, I fucking love it because this is so him.

I have to clutch his hair so hard it’s a miracle I don’t pull it out. I spread my legs wide for him, so his massive shoulders can fit between. I grasp the counter with my other hand. He eats me so hard he pushes me back but grabs my thighs and pins me to the counter. I can go nowhere against the onslaught of his wicked, torturous mouth. I get wetter and the sounds of him eating his fill get louder. My face burns, but not with shame.

“Goddamn it, let me ride your fingers,” I moan shamelessly.

I have no condoms here and I doubt he brought any with him. I wasn’t thinking about having his cock inside of me. At least, not in any way that wouldn’t have been just a fantasy. I never thought we’d be doing this right now. It should be too much, too fast, but it doesn’t feel that way and now I’m cursingmyself for not being on the pill, but right now I don’t give a damn about anything except what’s about to happen.

He doesn’t respond, but he does move his mouth up, suckling my clit violently as though he wants to punish me for my dirty request.

“Oh!” If I could find words right now, I’d tell him where to go.

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