Page 93 of Vicious Addictions

No. Because you refuse to tell her how you feel.

How you really feel.

And there’s a reason for that.

If I tell Mina that she has my heart in her hands, that I love her with every fiber of my being…then I’m lost.

Forever.

Everything I’ve worked for…all the sacrifices I’ve made…they would have been for nothing.

I have put my parents through hell…I have lost time with my brothers and sisters that I can never gain back.

And I was okay with that if it meant one day I could return home and lead the life I always wanted.

But if I tell Mina that I love her…I will never have the courage to walk away.

No…not the courage…

I wouldn’t have the will to leave her.

Three little words would seal my fate forever.

And even though they are always on the tip of my tongue, ready to spill out and confess that I am hers for the taking, I swallow them back, preferring to suffocate on them than tell her the truth.

But just because I can’t tell her how I feel doesn’t mean I haven’t shown her in every kiss…in every touch…in every glance that we’ve shared.

Even now…

I’m not just sharing my body with her- I’m giving her a piece of my soul, uncaring that I will never get it back

So, instead of uttering the words she wants to hear, I grab her hips and aid in her efforts.

I fuck her like my own life is on the line.

I fuck her hard and rough just like she likes, until neither one of us can stand it anymore.

And after we’ve both come, I order her to sit on my face just so the truth does bleed out of me.

Mina is quick to comply, even if a bit sluggish after the earth-shattering orgasm I just gave her.

I suck at her clit, my fingers pushing my cum back inside her, needing a part of me to always live inside her. My tongue flicks at her clit until I feel her legs start to shake, her moans growing louder by the second. I fuck her good and hard with my fingers, my lips never leaving her sensitive clit until she shatters into a million pieces.

And once she falls from the heavens, I pull her down and wrap my arms around her, tightening my hold, too afraid that moments like these will soon be a thing of the past.

“Jude?” she asks after we’ve both grown silent for too long. “Do you know how she does it?”

“How who does what, love?” I ask, confused since my thoughts were somewhere else. On a future that I’m trying to pretend isn’t coming for me.

“Your mom? Selene?”

I place one finger under her chin to look at her beautiful face.

“You’re thinking about my mom? Now?” I ask, masking my sadness with playfulness.

“I was.” Her shoulders slump. “You told me once that though your mom is married to your dad, she has two other lovers, too. Giovanni and Dominic, right?”

“I told you that in the strictest of confidence,” I warn, feeling my shoulders tense up a bit since that information can ruin my father and his role in the Outfit.

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