Page 99 of Bitter Poetry
Then Christian just storms past my resistance. He’s the furthest thing from a white knight ever put on this earth, yet his hatred and his touch have saved me over and over again.
How can a kiss provide instant relief from a pounding head?
How can that look in his eyes make me forget my own name?
I don’t have answers. At this stage, I’ll take my revenge against life where I can.
He lifts his mouth from mine. His lips glisten, and his eyes are a little wild as he releases my hair. His hands slide down my throat to cup my breasts. He lowers his head again, closing his mouth over my right nipple… and sucks hard.
My fingers spear his hair. I’m making him all wet, but I couldn’t care less.
He twists my other nipple cruelly, and it tips liquid flames into my core. His mouth trails down over my belly.
I groan, hoping and praying he will put his mouth where I need it. My mind is playing tricks, dancing between the image of Christian sinking to his knees and the memory of Dante doing the same, so very long ago now. He drags my ass to the edge of the counter and plants his mouth on me, taking a long lick.
He moans.
I twitch as his tongue reaches my clit, and it’s almost too much.
He tightens his fingers around my thighs and pokes his tongue right up inside me like he’s trying to get more of my taste.
My cell rings—Ettore. He has his own special ringtone.
A shot of fear and near climactic pleasure slam into me all at once. My fingers tighten on Christian’s hair trying to pull him off.
“It’s Ettore,” I hiss.
His lips disengage. I whimper. My brain is nothing but mush. I cannot process anything beyond the throbbing in my neglected core.
He rises slowly. His hair is tousled from my gripping fingers, and his chin is wet. He swipes his fingertips over it, then sucks them into his mouth.
My damn cell is still ringing. I’m comatose.
“Better answer it then, babe.”
Answer it? Jesus, I need to answer it.
I fumble to pick it up, but my attention is diverted when he begins unbuckling his belt.
Why the hell is he unbuckling his belt?
My frantic eyes slam into his as I swipe my finger over the lock screen and lift my cell phone to my ear.
“Hello.”
“Why did you take so long to answer?”Ettore demands.
I swallow thickly as Christian slides his zipper slowly down.
He’s going to stop in a minute. This is him being a dick.
“I-I was in the shower. I had a headache and slept in late.”
He shoves his pants down. My eyes go wide. The rustle of the material sounds unbearably loud to me. Ettore is talking but I don’t hear a word. I’m still trying to revive my wits from their slumber when Christian’s cock bobs free.
I forget how to breathe.
The piercing. No wonder my damn eyes cross whenever he puts it inside me.
