Page 75 of Brutal Legacy

I scoffed. “Right. I’ve seen cardboard cutouts more likely to enjoy a naked woman gyrating on top of them. I’m starting to think you don’t feel anything from the waist down.”

“Try the neck,” he countered.

I swallowed a hard knot in my throat. “Makes sense… how else could someone be so heartless? Were you born without one, or did you lose it along the way?”

A muscle ticked in his strong jaw. He lowered his face toward me, and one of his hands sank into my hair and tipped my head back. His lips brushed over mine.

“Neither. Someone took it,” he murmured. “Someone stole it, and she’s never given it back.”

His face filled my entire line of sight. Everything I saw was him. A flicker of something dark and twisted burned in my blood. Was that jealousy? Over my kidnapper’s lover… I’d lost my mind. It had finally happened.

A tear spilled down my cheek, born of frustration and fear. My tears had never been far from falling since all this had started. Had it only been a little over a week ago? It felt like a lifetime.

A shadow passed through his eyes at the sight of that tear. Then he ducked his head and ran his lips up my cheek, wiping the evidence of my devastation away with his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to one eyelid, then the other.

“Don’t cry, Georgia. I really can’t fucking stand it.”

Then he kissed me.

And kissed me.

His tongue swept along my lips, sliding between as soon as I parted them and stroking along my tongue. Heat enveloped me, so hot I felt like the places where he touched would be scorch-marked.

I arched into him, trying to bring my body closer to his. This was it. My last night of freedom before I was married off to a creep who made my skin crawl. I wanted this man. The one who reminded me of the only man I’d ever loved. The one I felt drawn to, despite everything.

“You taste like lies… and fucking heaven,” he murmured on my lips, moving lower.

“What are you doing?” I panicked. My hands were tied, and I wasn’t going anywhere. Just like on the plane, I was in this man’s hands. Excitement electrified my blood.

“This time I need more… directly from the source.”

His hands fastened on my pants, and he tugged them down. I’d washed my panties earlier in the bathroom sink and dried them with the blow-dryer in my room. They went the same way of the borrowed pants. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I was getting married for the second time in my life to a man who I didn’t love like a lover. A man I had no choice in marrying. I’d married Tommaso out of sheer desperation to save myself from a broken heart, and Jimmy De Luca — force.

My mercenary’s hot breath fogged my thighs as he pushed my legs apart.

“Fuck. Does every single part of you have to be so fucking pretty?” he complained, leaning in and licking a hot, wet stripe up my slit.

I cried out. The touch was too intimate and sudden, overwhelming my senses. I wanted to crawl away and pin myself down at the same time. This man, this merciless mercenary, was pulling me inside out. My heart, still stuck in the past, couldn’t reconcile my feelings for this man who looked like the only man I’d ever loved. My ghost, made flesh, but different. Cold and brutal, and at times kind and thoughtful. I couldn’t figure him out.

But I wanted him. His mouth worked over my pussy, his tongue insistently slicking my clit. God, I wanted him like this. Dark and dirty, blurring the lines between right and wrong.

It was the only way I could give myself permission to do this… anything else felt like a betrayal of the past.

His finger worked inside me, curling up so it pushed on the front wall, my legs shaking.

“Why do you have to taste so good and smell so fucking good? Ambrosia has nothing on you, and it’s fucking annoying,” he said, his fingers pumping into my cunt.

I was going to come all over his face, and there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was take it, and that fact was making me burn.

No control. No responsibility. No decisions to be made or morals to grapple over.

Just freedom and enough pleasure to set my soul on fire.

I was going to come; it was close. I was rising at a rapid pace. Maybe it was because it had been so incredibly long since I’d been touched like this, but I sensed it was more… it was him. This man who could touch me like no one else.

I was thrashing in his grip now, tightening my thighs around his head, and he laughed. It was a good sound.

“That’s right,cara, fucking come and let me see it.”

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