Page 80 of Phantom Mine

There’s no rationalizing the possessiveness storming through me. She’s been mine this whole time.

It shouldn’t matter. I’m getting married soon.

The fact that itdoesmatter should worry me.

But I can’t get myself to give a shit when she’s writhing beneath me, her hands clawing at my bare chest for more, her sexy little moans entirely forme. All those nights I spent laying awake, torturing myself with thoughts of how many other guys she’d let taste her cherry lipstick and the whole time she was being a good girl instead. Every nightmare I drew up for myself was just that. A nightmare. None of it was real and that makes me so fucking happy I fear the satisfaction might make my skin start to glow next.

When I pull away, I find a needy expression on Valentina’s face that echoes mine. She’s breathing heavily, her pupils so wide I might fall into them and drown.

“Show me,” I demand, voice deepened a couple of octaves by lust.

“What?” She makes a little frustrated noise and cups the back of my neck, trying to pull me back down.

My gaze drops to her chest. “Show me your tits,cara. I’m desperate for a taste.”

A shocked, breathy inhale catches between her lips. She clasps the zipper stitching both sides of her dress together and looks back up at me, her eyelashes fluttering.

“The best part of my day is coming to the club and discovering what outfit you’re going to try to tempt me to death with that night.” Valentina’s fingers tug at the zipper, pulling it down as she keeps her eyes pinned on my face while mine are fixed on the skin she slowly reveals. “I love it almost as much asI hate knowing a dozen other men are watching too, imagining you like I see you now.”

“Enzo doesn’t let me wear the more risqué options.”

“They’re all risqué. They all make me weak at the knees, desperate to touch you. To hide you from everybody else.”

“Would you prefer me in a nun costume?” The zipper moves excruciatingly slowly, teasing me with flashes of skin.

“I’ve never wanted to fuck a nun until now. New fantasy unlocked,” I rasp huskily. “Faster,cara, you’re killing me here.”

The zipper stops just beneath her navel, exposing a flat, toned stomach and miles of appetizing olive skin. My eyes catch on a brutal scar along the left side of her abdomen.

Horror pierces easily through the lust. My stomach hollows out as I stare at the jagged red slash. I can tell with one look that it isn’t from a surgery or some other kind of doctor’s intervention. It’s violent and angry. Someone attacked her. Someone hurt her. Someone tried tokillher.

My voice is a deadly whisper as I run a stiff finger over the healed scar. “Who did this to you?”

A veil falls over Valentina’s eyes. “Pavona.”

My teeth snap together so violently, I’m surprised my jaw doesn’t shatter on impact. The questions pile higher and higher with every passing moment spent with her, but a promise is a promise. I told her I’d be patient and I will be.

That doesn’t mean I’ll forget.

Valentina’s fingers leave the zipper and dance up her bare flesh to her chest, distracting me away from her scar and up invitingly to her still covered breasts.

There, she grabs the panels of her dress in each hand, flicks her heated eyes back up to my face, and tugs them to the sides, revealing the two perfect mounds of her breasts, each capped with a dusky, taut nipple.

A frustrated groan rips from my throat.

“Sei stupenda,” I declare before lunging at her.

A surprised, breathy giggle leaves her as I dive between the two peaks, grabbing one in each hand and burying my face in her chest. She smells so fucking unbelievable, I inhale her deeply, dizzy off her scent, then turn my head and close my mouth around a taut nipple. She moans, a half demented sound that has a pleased rumble rolling up my chest.

I curl my tongue around the tight peak, sucking it into my mouth. She cries out in ecstacy, arching into me and rubbing her wet core against my lower stomach.

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl for waiting for my cock.” I don’t just mean now. “Rub yourself against me just like that,cara. Show me how desperate you are for it.”

“Please,” she whines. “Please just fuck me.”

Closing my mouth back on her breast, I swirl my tongue around her nipple. Over and over and over until Valentina’s hands dig into my hair. My teeth graze over the taut nub and her teeth dig into her lower lip to keep from screaming.

“No.” I cup her other breast with my free hand, grabbing and tugging and massaging and tweaking her nipple. “I promised I’d fuck you sweet this time.”

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