Page 62 of Ruthless Oath

“Why won’t I like it?” I asked.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing his erection into my center as he kissed me with a force that knocked me against the table. “You know what I want. I just don’t think you can give it to me.”

“I can try.” I ran my hands along his chest. “I want to be with you.”

“It will change things between us.” He leaned back in his chair, granting my lips access to his throat. “Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.”

Why did having sex with him sound so menacing? And why did that intrigue me?

“I won’t change my mind.” I unbuttoned his shirt and spread the fabric apart, taking in his beautifully inked chest and muscular abs.

“Don’t offer what you can’t finish.” He gripped my wrists. “Being with me isn’t the sweet fantasy you concocted in your head about how your first time would be.”

“How do you know you haven’t already replaced that flowery scene with something darker and wilder?”

Any thoughts of making love with the all-American boy went out the window when Marchello’s looming gaze locked with mine the night of the car auction. I craved his sinister side. The one that was all threats and rough touches.

“I don’t want gentle,” I whispered into his ear. “I want you.”

“Let’s put that statement to the test.” He removed me from his lap and got up. “Once I take you upstairs, there is no turning back.”

“Take me upstairs.”

“God help me.” He picked up the bottle of vodka and finished every last drop. “Let’s go.”

He took my hand in his firm hold and hurried me through the hallway to the dark back staircase in the kitchen. Once we reached the top, he shoved me against the wall and assaulted my lips with his vodka-laced mouth, briefly pulling away for each of us to take a necessary breath before resuming his harsh kisses.

I craved each rushed touch. It was as if I had waited for this, for him, my whole lonely life. Being his forbidden fruit aroused me more than I could have imagined.

I slid my hand down his chest and to the bulge in his pants. When I gripped his erection, he exhaled a low, sexy growl.

“If you keep that up, you’re going to get fucked right here in this hallway,” he said. “I don’t think your little fantasy included that.”

“Maybe for my second time.” I continued to touch him through his pants.

When he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around him.

“Your second and third time will probably be in my bed too, but after that, I can’t make any promises.”

“Why not?” I bit my lip.

“Because I plan on fucking you anytime, anywhere. That’s what I meant when I said there is no going back.”

My insides pulsed as he walked us to the bedroom, his hands resting firmly on my backside. He kicked the door open and entered the dimly lit room where his woodsy scent mixed with leather and spice.

The slam of the door caused me to jolt in his arms.

“Nervous?”

“Do you want me to lie?”

“I never want you to lie.” He stared into my eyes, his gaze a little darker than usual. “I can tolerate a lot, but lying is a deal-breaker.”

“I won’t lie.” I cupped his face. “I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Not being enough for you. Not being able to give you what you want.”

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