Page 74 of Savage Enemy

His hot breath against my ear made my knees tremble.

“No.” The damn word didn’t come out like a refusal. Weak and airy instead, kind of like I didn’t even believe myself.

He kissed me again while sliding his fingers between my thighs and into my wet, pulsing core.

“Your body tells me you’re mine.”

“My body lies,” I moaned.

“No, it doesn’t. It’s telling you what you already know. You belong with me. Under me. Beside me. Above me while riding my cock like a good girl. Or my face,” he whispered between kisses. “It knows the truth. Don’t fight it. Honesty can be so much more rewarding for you, Angel.”

“I have to fight it.”

My breath hitched as he swirled tight circles around my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.

I pushed open his jacket and his shirt, peeled them from his arms, letting it all drop to the floor, then gripped his shoulders to pull his body against mine.

Feeling him—skin on skin, chest to chest—made heat bloom from deep within me and intensified the shock that always surged between us whenever we touched.

Stefano pressed his forehead to mine, then drove his fingers deeper inside me, using his thumb to circle and circle and, oh, sweet mother of Christ, faster and harder.

“Say it.”

It had been only a few days, and still, he had me melting into his hands. But damn it, it had to stop.

We didn’t have much time.

I needed to know his plan for Enzo, and I wanted to apologize. He deserved more, but it was all I had to give. Saying the words he wanted to hear would hurt too much.

Maybe I couldeven show him how much I wanted him, loved him, wished I could be his wife.

His lips traveled to my chin, then to my neck, kissing that one spot that always made my toes curl as he circled his fingers around my clit with the most exquisite pressure.

I reached down to feel him. His hard cock pressed against the zipper of his pants. With one hand on his chest, I eased him back a little and shook my head.

“I can’t say it, Ace. But let me show you how I feel.”

I leaned in and kissed his shoulder, his chest, his abs. I continued downward with my lips, my tongue, lowering myself onto my knees. Then, biting on my lip, I stared into his eyes and unzipped his tux trousers.

“Let me apologize to you for what I’ve done.”

I took the tip of his thick cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue over and around the tip, closing my eyes, savoring the sweet and salty sensation.

With a primal grunt, he grabbed the back of my head, filling his hands with my hair, and pulled me away from his cock.

“Uh-uh, no way. Open your eyes and look at me.”

When I looked up, wide pupils had overtaken his beautiful blue irises.

Stefano tightened his grip on my hair to hold me in place.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

I did what he said.

He gripped the base of his shaft and traced the tip along my lips. Then he tapped it against my tongue, reminding me which of us actually held the control.

“Now take it all,” he ordered.

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