Page 104 of Sinful Desires
“Not enough.” I leaned in, closely enough to taste her breath. “You looking to be the exception?”
She smirked, shifting just enough to let her thigh brush against mine. “Depends. What do you do to women who misbehave?”
I let my fingers trail down her throat, stopping just above her collarbone. “Depends how badly they want to be punished.”
She laughed softly, but her breath hitched. “Good thing I’m shit at behaving.”
The corner of my lip lifted. “Luckily for you, I’m specialized in handling redheaded superstars with the most perfect tits and the sweetest ass,” I said, my palm landing hard against her backside.
She laughed, low and breathless, then grabbed my chin, pulling me down, and kissed me deeply.
I caught her waist and dragged her on top of me. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. Her skin burned against mine. She was smaller than me in every way, but our bodies fit like they had been fucking crafted to mold into each other.
Soft met hard. Chaos met control.
And for a second, I didn’t know where she ended and I began. And I didn’t care. Not if it meant keeping her right there—right where she belonged. On me. All over me.
Je lui appartiens, comme elle m’appartient.
“I need to ask you for a favor.”
She pulled back just enough to look at me, nails digging into my chest, her legs locked tightly around my hips. Her pussy slid against my cock, wet and slow.
“Anything for you, soldier.”
“I need to handle something back in France. Business. Just two days.”
Her brows pulled in slightly as her fingers traced the ink across my chest like she was trying to memorize the tattoos carved into me.
“While I’m gone,” I continued, “I need you to stay at Lazzio’s.”
The thought of being forced across the Atlantic for two fucking days was already enough to put me on edge. But being that far from her, unable to watch her, protect her, or keep her close, especially with that bastard of a father still circling, twisted the knife deeper. It wasn’t just frustrating. It was fucking unbearable.
But I’d promised my mother I’d go see them. Had already canceled once to stay in the Hamptons and keep an eye on the beautiful woman in my arms. Now I had to go.
Had to keep my fucking word, even when it ripped me in two.
She tilted her head, lips brushing my jaw. “Why?”
“Because he’s the only bastard I trust to keep you safe.”
I sat up, back pressed to the headboard, one hand sliding under her ass, dragging her closer until her whole body was flush against me again. Her hands rested on my shoulders. Her face dropped into the crook of my neck.
“And his place is a fucking fortress,” I said lowly. “Steel gates, armed guards, encrypted entry. No one would be able to hurt you in there.”
She shifted, positioning herself perfectly so my cock slid between her folds. She ground down against the length of it, slow and filthy, moaning under her breath as I grabbed her ass tighter, fingers digging into the flesh. Then she leaned back just enough, her tits in my face.
I caught one nipple in my mouth and sucked on it hard, my tongue dragging over it as she gasped, her hips rolling against me with more heat, more need.
“What if I’m gone when you get back, Théo?” she asked, her voice just a breath.
I pulled off her nipple with a loud, wet pop. “If you’re gone when I get back, Scarlett?…” My hand gripped her hair, dragging her mouth back to mine. “I’ll find the bastard hiding you, slit his fucking throat, and bend you over his corpse. I’ll fuck you with his blood still warm on my hands, and I won’t stop until the only thing left in your head is me. Just me.”
“You’re insane,” she said, before she dragged her tongue over my lips.
She loved doing that. Like she got off on tasting the madness she kept awakening in me. And fuck me, I let her. Every fucking time.
“Fou de toi, Scarlett.”
