Page 105 of Shattered Hearts

I’ve…never…fucked someone like that before.

Never been set off emotionally and sexually at the same time, ultimate rage and uncontrollable lust converging at once, like a total eclipse of the sun.

I’m so turned on and so turned around right now, I agreed to bring Riley with me down to the basement. If I’m being honest, I let her tag along because in my current state, I’m not even sure I can find the basement on my own. Not while my brain is free-wheeling through the afterglow of the mind-blowing, earth-shattering, insane sex we just had. My dick still hungers, itching to finish what we started.

Goatee decided to sing, huh? I need to change that fucker’s legal name to Cock Block. This is the secondtime his bullshit has gotten in the way of me having my way with Riley Brennan, and I’m not the kind of man who forgives.

I’ve never fucked and teased the truth out of anyone I’ve ever interrogated. I hope to God Riley doesn’t think otherwise after that crazy debut performance back there…

My eyes gravitate toward her face like it’s magnetized.

Her poker expression gives nothing away.

How is she feeling after…all that?Does she think I’m a maniac? I fucking do.

I didn’t hurt her, did I?

Her tight virgin ass…my thick thumb. The head of my cock ramming the back of her throat…

I’m trying to tap into genuine concern, so why do the memories get me hard all over again? If she tells me she never wants to sleep with me again after that, what the hell am I going to do?

Panic flits around my heart like moths around a porch light.

Why does Riley Brennan erode my impulse control?

We descend six flights of grand carpeted stairs to the main level of the mansion and venture toward the entrance of the basement. Still, I track her face, trying to suss out her opinion of me and discerning nothing.

The delicate tip of her nose, her long, full eyelashes, the silky blond tresses shading her deep blue eyes from the light, her full lips.

I squeeze my hands into fists to stop myself from throwing her against the nearest wall and kissing her the way I want to.

There’s something different about her tonight. Her walls have lowered. She’s like water, receptive to and affected by my every move. Or maybe it’s the other way around.

I don’t realize I’m staring at her like an idiot until she meets my gaze. We’re standing outside the basement, and she’s waiting on me.

I punch in the keycode. The door hisses open as if it’s guarding a bank vault. We enter the dark corridor on the other side, motion-sensor lights flickering on as we travel down to the basement.

In the dimness, I grab her hand. And the electricitythat jolts through me just from this small point of contact is unreal. Why am I so alive to her touch? I can feel her proximity in every part of my body.

I’m so scattered, and if I don’t get my head on straight…well, I know all too well what happens when I let myself get distracted.

People die.

I force my mind to focus on her words from earlier, mulling them over in my mind. What did she say? A secret, stolen drug shipment?

I don’t regret the incredible sex Riley and I just had, but I do feel like a shithead for taking all my anger out on her. She and Harper were the least to blame in this picture. She’s only guilty of keeping her sister’s secret. And that stemmed from love, from wanting to keep Harper safe.

If I were in her position, I wouldn’t have told me either.

She deserves better than me. She deserves the world and more.

As we climb down the last set of stairs before we enter the basement level of the estate, I think of her strength. She bore the brunt of my sexual wrath. She let me do everything I wanted to her body without protest.

Why? She’s anything but submissive by nature…

“Fuck,Enzo!”

We both freeze outside the door to the interrogation unit when we hear my father’s deep voice and share a look.

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