Page 33 of Desire and Revenge

Lightning flashes in the sky again, and at that moment, the skies open up, rain pelting us. Sofia lets out a startled squeak and I immediately grab her hand and begin to lead her to the nearby gazebo that is situated away from the view of the villa.

Trying to get back to the villa in the dark and with the path made slippery by the rain isn’t safe, and I also don’t want to run into someone and have to go through scrutiny.

I’m here to blend in as much as possible, and not draw a big red dot on my forehead by my association with Sebastian’s wife.

Fairy lights strung around the roof of the wooden structure allow me to see her better. Her white dress clings to her slender frame and has turned translucent. My gaze drops down to the gap between her thighs and then makes its way up to the curve of her hip, and where her nipples stand at hard points against her dress.

Her hair is a tangle of waves that fall around her face, making her look wild and untamed. She has never looked so perfect to me. So utterly kissable.

Then I remember her pushing her dinner around her plate with disinterest. “You don’t eat enough.”

“I-I don’t want to argue with you anymore.” Her teeth are chattering so badly that the words can hardly leave her mouth.

I immediately reach for her, and she tries to bat my hand away.

“Stop it, you’re freezing.”

Christ, this woman.

I pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her body. She still tries to fight me, but eventually, she begins to clutch at my shirt, pulling me tighter into her and making mewling sounds that go straight to my cock.

I suddenly regret my decision to not drag her back into the villa, dump her at her own doorstep and hightail out of there. I’m just a man, a particularly weak one where Sofia Lucchese is concerned.

“Sofia,” I warn, but I do nothing to push her away. My greedy hands slide up her legs inch by inch, taking her dress with them.

“S-so warm,” she moans, the sound ripping at my self-control like sharp claws against threadbare fabric.

“Please…”Please stop. Please don’t stop. I can’t tell which one I mean. She smells like oranges, and her breasts are pressed to my chest, her legs practically climbing me.

“Nero, make me forget,” she whispers, and the last thread of my restraint is ripped apart.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Princess.”

“Then show me,” she moans. My fingers tangle in her hair, cupping the back of her head roughly as I drag her mouth to mine, urgent, hungry, and desperate.

CHAPTER 11

Sofia

I’m cold. So damn cold.

And at the same time, I’m burning up.

It’s the most peculiar feeling. I want to pull away from Nero and run as fast as I can but, at the same time, I want to burrow deep inside of him.

I’ve been kissed by two men in my lifetime. The first time was in sophomore year with a classmate. Nearly all the girls in my year had done more than kissing, and I’d wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Suffice to say, it hadn’t lived up to the hype.

The second person was my husband at our wedding day, and the few times he had been bothered before pushing into me.

I can’t describe what is happening to me at the moment as a kiss, because it feels nothing like what I’ve felt in the past. This isn’t just a contact of mouth against mouth.

This is an explosion, and I’m caught in the middle of the blast.

His hand at the back of my head keeps me in place as his mouth devours mine. That and the hand clutching my hip is all that’s keeping me upright, because my legs feel like spaghetti. I’m shaking with a mixture of everything, and my heart is beating so fast, I’m afraid it’ll burst right out of my chest.

“Sofia,” he growls into my mouth, slanting his mouth over mine again.

He drags me impossibly tighter into his body, and I feel the evidence of his desire pressing against my stomach. It still doesn’t feel like enough, it still feels too far away, and as if he can read my mind, his hands slid under my thighs and picks me up.

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