Page 19 of Reign of Psychos

He didn’t react when I tentatively reached out and stroked his cheek.

“I’ll make him pay,” I promised. A soft exhale told me he was listening, so I continued. “I’ll make it hurt. He deserves no less.”

Dario snorted and wiped his eyes. “Hallmark called. They need a few new sentiments for their sympathy card range.” He rolled toward me, close enough that his warm breath brushed my lips. When his hand snaked out and cupped my cheek, I didn’t protest.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, the soft light from the window painting his face in silver. He was so damn pretty. Far prettier than any man had a right to be. Cut cheekbones and a square jaw ensured he didn’t appear too feminine. Not that anyone would accuse him of being effeminate. Not with all those muscles and tatts.

“Yes.” We both needed some comfort tonight.

The minute the words fell from my mouth, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. For a moment, neither of us moved. His hard body against mine, chest to breast, with the covers pooledaround my waist, felt right. Like it had all those years ago when we fooled around in the dark in my bedroom late at night.

Neither of us had known what we were doing back then. At least I hadn’t. But we were adults now.

He swiped my lips with his tongue, and the passion between us exploded. I felt his fingers thread through the short hair at the nape of my neck, cupping my head as he deepened the kiss.

I tried to kick the covers down, desperate for more of his skin against mine, but they were all tangled up around my legs. Frustration boiled over, and I pushed him away. For a moment, he seemed worried that he’d overstepped, but when I threw the covers back and moved astride him, he grinned.

“Take what you want,tesoro. Use me.”

“I intend to.” The thought of other females touching him made me feral. I knew he’d probably slept with a great number of women. We’d planned to be each other’s firsts, but then Torrance ruined everything.

As much as it pained me to think about that loss, part of me wondered if maybe it was meant to happen this way. If Dario and I had crossed the line back then, our relationship would have deepened. I was already half in love with him at the time, which was why his rejection hurt so much.

Dad would have used him against me once he found out, and teenage Dario was reckless enough to try to fight back. There was no way my father would have stood for a rebellion. Not even from Fausto’s son.

But that was all in the past.

Enough water had passed under the bridge for me to forgive Dario. Or at least understand why he did what he did. I didn’t blame him for what happened. Not any more. Not now I knew how Torrance had manipulated him.

Dar watched as I pulled my tee off and tossed it aside. His eyes soaked me in like a sponge, reacquainting himself with my curves.

“Your tits are much bigger,” he commented.

“I was a skinny girl back then.”

“You were perfect, Thea.” He sat up effortlessly and hooked his arms around my neck. “You’ve always been perfect for me. The only woman I ever wanted.”

“I bet you’ve fucked loads of women.” As much as I wanted to hide my jealous side, I couldn’t. He smirked for a moment before his smile slipped.

“Yes, but none of them meant anything.” He sighed. “I tried everything to fuck you out of my system,tesoro, but nothing worked. You are the only woman I ever wanted. Even if I have to share you with those…stronzos.”Fine… he didn’t like sharing, but I wasn’t about to lie and say the others meant nothing to me. They did.

“They’re not here now. It’s just you and me.” The time for talking was over. I wanted him and from the way his erection throbbed between us, he wanted me, too.

“Help me forget,tesoro,” he murmured against my mouth. “I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, so let’s make the most of the time we have left.”

I ran my fingers under his shirt, exploring each dip and plane of muscle, enjoying the perfection of his cut body. He groaned softly when I brushed against the hard length threatening to bust out of his jeans.

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.” He sucked in a shaky breath and then pushed me backward so I lay on the covers with him hovering over me. “Let me taste you,tesoro.” A memory of the first time he licked metheresprang into my mind, and I shivered.

“Am I doing it right?” he’d asked from between my thighs. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, don’t stop!”

I’d come so hard, even though we’d both been clueless about the mechanics of oral sex. It hadn’t mattered. Teenage lust was a powerful thing.

Dar pulled my shorts off and stared at my pussy like he’d just discovered a long-lost treasure worth billions.

“So wet and pretty,” he breathed, spreading me wide and licking me from top to bottom before zeroing in on my clit. My back arched, and I cried out. This was no tentative teenage fumble. Dar had leveled up since we last got naked.

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