Page 16 of Sinister Savior

ALICE

Aquiet thud wakes me, and I sit straight up in bed, shocked. My heart is racing. I had a horrible dream of Mario slashing people’s throats. I look to the doorway of this bedroom the old priest put me in and see Mario staring at me sheepishly with his pants around his ankles and his face battered and bruised. He’s gone and done something stupid.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, launching out of bed to race over to him. My hands trace the contours on his face and lightly touch where his lip bleeds, and his cheek is cut open.

Mario’s hand grips my wrist tightly, holding my fingers inches from his skin, and he grimaces as he says, “Lightly…” His fiery eyes look down on me in pain, but not anger.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, wishing I could kiss those wounds and make them vanish. “What happened? Are you okay?” I turn my attention to the rest of his body, tearing open the front of his shirt to examine his chest. Blood stains the white cotton and the skin beneath it. Mario gently takes me by both elbows and backs me away from the dooruntil I’m seated on the foot of the bed. He slips out of his shoes and pants, leaving them on the ground, then kisses my forehead.

“I’m fine, Alice.” He smells like smoke and booze, like he was out drinking, not fighting for me, but I won’t lecture him or ask where he was. He’s my only shot at staying alive, and I need him. I don’t have the luxury of judging his behavior. Besides, it's probably been a long time since he had a glass of whiskey or a cigar.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Flesh wound,” he says as he disappears into the bathroom. But he leaves the door open. I hear the water running, and I want to go to him, but my clingy behavior may drive him away. I wait and listen as he uses the toilet and flushes it, then the water runs again. When he returns, his chest is clean of blood, but the scabs across his stomach don’t lie. Someone cut him good.

“Where did you go?” I ask, forcing myself to stay seated. I want to wrap my arms around him, but even though we’ve spent the past week or so getting to know each other, I know so little about him. Even less when you think about how he’s been living a false life for years.

“I went to my brother’s house. I had to confront him.” Mario walks around the foot of the bed and folds the comforter back on his side. I’ve been resting a while, but I could sleep more. It’s nearly ten a.m., though, and the sun is up, streaming through the windows and blinding me.

“Will he leave me alone now?” I turn to look at him, and he rolls onto the mattress looking exhausted. He doesn’t want to talk, but I want answers. I crawl up next to him and beneath the comforter, and he pulls me against his body.

“He is looking for war. Don’t worry, I’ll win.” Mario’s firm grasp comforts me, though I’m still not ready to concede that I feel better. I press my hand on his chest where a cut stretches through his tattoo.Then I press my lips into it, and he groans. “Would it be okay if I, uh…”

I turn my chin up, and our eyes meet. “It’s just that it’s been so long, and after a night like that, I…” He doesn't have to say another word. I nod, knowing exactly what he wants. And after that night, I want it too—to feel close to him. To have the rush of endorphins wash away the cortisol and adrenaline that have been tormenting me for hours.

“Please, would you…” I bite my lip and let my eyes flutter shut as Mario rolls on top of me.

He’s an animal, taking me with rough fervor that I never knew existed in him. He’s hungry for me, desperate even, and it doesn’t take long before my body responds to his touch. His hands, every inch of him, set me on fire, reducing me to a pile of ash as he tears off my shorts and T-shirt, exposing my skin to his hot touch.

Mario growls, a feral noise that sends goosebumps down my spine as he kisses me, taking me with the dominance of a beast taking his mate. His lips are rough, his teeth rougher still as he nips and bites me. His hands knead my breasts, and I claw at his back. The man above me has a hunger in his eyes that tells me he’d rather die than ever let me go. At this point, I don’t want to be let go, anyway.

“How did I ever survive without this?” he growls, and I don’t know either. Passion like this is a necessity, nothing I’ve ever had before in my life but never knew I needed until I met Mario.

I feel his cock sliding through my moisture as I spread my legs to him, and he grinds into me. His hot lips rain kisses across my jawline, down to my collar bone, and back up to my ear where he bites down hard. I tilt my hips up to position him better to grind on my clit and whimper as he hits the spot. I crave him inside me, filling me.

“Harder,” I pant as his cock head rubs against my soaked entrance. I'm so wet for him, and he grunts in approval before sliding inside me, slow and easy despite my request for him to go faster. I clench on himand arch my back. He feels incredible, like magic between my thighs. My groin tightens and burns as waves of need pelt my body.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and my ankles lock as he thrusts deep and hard, pounding into me like a primal instrument of pure desire. The bed groans beneath us as we tangle together, our bodies desperate to hold onto each other in this moment.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he mutters into my ear. He pushes deeper and deeper, filling me up to the hilt. A pang of pain-filled pleasure rockets through my spine, but I welcome it, the pain, the sensation, because it means I am alive and with him, and for once, I’m not thinking about being on the run or the danger that lurks outside this room.

“So good,” I whisper as he slides in and out of me, diving deep then retreating. His hands on my hips leave bruises, but I can’t get enough of him. I cry out, not in pain but in pleasure, ecstasy that drives me to want things from him I’m not sure he can give, that I’m not sure he’s even capable of.

Mario’s lips cover mine again, and I moan into his mouth. He’s so hard, so big, and I can’t get enough of him. My fingernails dig into his back as he picks up the pace, and we’re both panting. I look in Mario’s eyes and see a desperation that mirrors my own. He’s just as consumed by this as I am, just as lost to it.

“I need—” He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic and uncoordinated. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his knuckles white on the sheet under us. I curl my toes into the mattress, feeling my orgasm build in slow motion. My heart thuds in my ears, and for a moment all I can hear is our breathing, moaning, and the headboard banging against the wall. Then he slows, taking his time, savoring the moment.

My pussy closes around him, squeezing him hard, and I know any second, I’m going to explode. Which is what I’m waiting for, what my body needs. “Yes, please…” I whimper, but he has other plans.

Mario pulls out and flips me over in one movement so violent and sudden, I gasp in shock. I’m face down on the mattress with my ass being hoisted into the air faster than I can protest. “Such a pretty little ass, Alice.” His fingers dip into my pussy and collect moisture, then smear it around my ass, lubing me. This is torture. I need him. Doesn’t he know this?

“Shit… oh, shit, Mario.” I reach beneath me and between my legs to massage my clit. It’s been so long since I've done this, I don't know if I can take it. But fuck, do I want it, to feel him spread me and stretch me. I’m a blubbering mess, begging him to fuck me so hard I pass out.

“You like that?” he whispers before spanking my ass cheek, sending a wave of sensations through me. His finger probes me and pushes through the ring of hot muscles, and I shudder. It’s exquisite, the sensations so arousing I almost lose it.

“Mario!” I groan, unsure whether it’s a plea or a protest. “Wait, please. Shit.” I claw at the sheets, biting down but coming up empty. Do I really want this? But fuck, I do. I push my hips backward into him and hope he gets the point.

“No, I need you to feel this too. I need you to know how I feel.” He pushes another finger into my ass, stretching me. I pant and moan, rocking my hips as my orgasm draws ever closer. I’m a pleading mess now, begging but not begging, wanting but resisting. My pussy aches, my entire body poised to dive into the depths of ecstasy.

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