Page 40 of The Beautiful Dead

A full-body shudder wracked through him at my possessive tone. But instead of running—instead of doing what any sane person should—he leaned into me. His ass pressed against my aching cock.Fuck.

My already-thin control snapped. My blood-stained hand wrapped around his throat, not too tight—not yet—as I spun him around and pinned him against the wall, right by Kyran’s trembling body.

“It seems we keep ending up like this,piccolo agnello.”

My lips ghosted over his. Teasing, testing. The cold press of his snake bites sent a sharp spike of need straight through me. I flicked my tongue over them, savoring the contrast of steel against heat.

Remi’s exhale ghosted over my lips.

He wasn’t afraid.

Not of me. Not of what I’d done.

The fire in those ice-blue eyes burned through me, raking over my face, mapping out the splatters of blood like he wanted to memorize them. His gaze flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes, dark and hungry.

“I—I…” He licked his lips.

Fuck.

My head tilted, taking him in. Furrowed brows, skin dewy with sweat, pulse hammering against my thumb as I kept my grip on his throat. His chest rose and fell too fast. His pupils swallowed the blue.

“Are you innocent,piccolo agnello?”

A single breath—hesitation. “I…” Remi shook his head, lashes fluttering closed, as he sucked in air like he was trying to hold on. “I don’t want to be.”

His voice was hoarse, nearly a whimper. When his eyes fluttered back open, I felt it. That moment—right there. His surrender. The shift in him whispered that he wasn’t fighting it anymore.

He was mine.

I dragged my free hand up his chest, slow and teasing, until my fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair. I twisted them around my knuckles and yanked, angling his head up, forcing him to look at me. I kicked his legs apart, sliding a knee between them until I could feel his hardness against my thigh, eradicating any space between us.

His full lips parted. Begging.

“Ever been kissed?” I murmured.

“N-no…b-but I want to kiss you.”

Little lamb, you could tempt a saint to sin with those five magic words. I crushed my mouth to his, claiming. Electricity snapped between us, setting my nerves on fire as my tongue thrust into the heat of his mouth. Tasting. Owning. Devouring.

Remi moaned against me, hands fisting in my shirt like he couldn’t bear the thought of space between us. His tongue lashed against mine, rolling, teasing, and fuck—that tongue bar sent a spike of raw pleasure through me.

My little lamb had a bite. I growled against his lips, deepening the kiss, taking him apart inch by inch.

His hips rolled against my thigh, desperate for friction, seeking something he didn’t quite know how to ask for.

Not yet. But he would.

I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged, making him whimper. His eyes—fucking wrecked. I released my grip on his throat and licked down the slender column of his neck,burying my face against his sweat-slicked skin. I inhaled him, dark moss and salt, intoxicating. He was too tempting not to taste, my teeth sunk into the delicate skin and I sucked hard, Remi moaned long and low. I sucked until copper coated my tongue, the sweet metallic taste utterly divine.

“P-please,” he whimpered.

His hands roamed my back, restless, needy, wild. Oh, how I’d enjoy breaking my innocent little lamb. Corrupting him. Teaching him all the deliciously filthy ways he could worship me. I wrenched my mouth from his delicious skin and pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back just enough to see the need that flickered behind those ice-blue eyes.

“On your knees.”

Remi dropped instantly. No hesitation. My cock throbbed at the sight of him looking up at me, wide-eyed, submissive. Intoxicating. Lips swollen from my kiss, chest rising and falling too fast, his thighs trembling.

I cupped his face, thumb stroking his cheek. “Open your mouth,piccolo agnello. Tongue out.”

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