Page 121 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
“I wantyou.”
He stares at me while those words sink in. They send tendrils of heat across every nerve ending.
“I’ve wanted you since the night at Joe’s. Fuck, I’ve wanted you since we were kids; I just had no idea we would meet again.”
I purse my lips together because nothing good would come of me opening my mouth right now.
“I know you hate this life, Trilby. There’s nothing I can do about that. It’s taken me a long time to realize it, but this is where I need to be. I owe it to my father to continue this family in the way he would have wanted.”
There’s such sincerity in his eyes, I can’t look away.
“And, I hate to admit this to you but…” His gaze roams my face as though he’s trying to find a way in. “Coming back here, putting my ammo to use in your honor whether you asked for it or not, it’s made me feelalive. Killing my brother for what he did to you? That’s the greatest satisfaction I’ve gotten from doing anything,ever. I would do it all again, for you.”
His grip eases.
“Why?”
“Because… I think I was made for you.”
“Made?”
His brows knit. “In every way possible.”
The damn heart rate monitor is having a conniption.
“It doesn’t all have to be about the life, Trilby.” He takes hold of my hands. “It can also be about us. I want to give you everything. Children, art, your family, your freedom…” He glances away, briefly, “to a point.”
I hike my brows and his face softens into a devastating smile.
“I want to give you so many fucking orgasms you can’t walk.”
I blush up to my hairline.
“I want to kiss you until you can no longer feel your lips.”
My gaze drops to his without thinking.
“I want you to be the lady ofmyhouse. I will never be able to spend enough money on you, but God help me, I’ll try.”
My mind spins back to the confessions he made outside the restaurant. They made my legs so weak I could barely walk. Now, my resolve is weakening so much I don’t think I can refuse him.
He leans into me so that his breath coasts over my lips and my eyelids flutter shut.
“Remember what I said, little one.”
My thighs tremble at the pet name he’s adopted for me.
“There’s violence…”
My lids pop open just enough to see the fire in his eyes, then he flicks out his tongue to tease the top of my lip before pulling away. “…and there’sviolence.”
My lips part in a gasp and he closes his mouth over them, thundering into me with a kiss so hot and unbridled I can’t breathe.
The force of him pushes me into the bed and I mindlessly thread my fingers through his hair, holding on to him tightly.
A growl rumbles through his chest and into my mouth and his tongue licks around it, making me heady with lust. He’s on his feet, his hands stroking over my face, my throat, my shoulders. I wriggle upwards trying to free myself from the bedsheet because I’m so hot I need air. The heart monitor is going berserk so I yank the wires from my body and the beeping stops.
Cristiano lifts his lips to murmur against my skin. “I was enjoying that.”
