Page 32 of Cage the Storm
My jaw locks. “You’re disobedient.”
“No.” A cold fingertip traces down my navel and dips inside the waistband of my underwear. “I’m thorough.”
I grab her hips, my fingers bruising her delicate flesh, but she doesn’t hiss. Just smiles, all venom and victory, and presses her nakedness against me like a weapon. The chill of her skin sears worse than fire.
This is how you lose wars, some detached part of me warns. But the rest? The rest is already counting on how to burn the world down with her. I’m so fucked when it comes to this woman.
“Still in control,marito?” she murmurs, the word laced with venom. It’s Italian for husband.
I nearly unravel, threads of restraint snapping one by one. Instead, I fist her hair and yank, tilting her face to look at me. “You want control?” My thumb brushes her pulse. “Then you’ll need to earn it,” I hiss, toeing off my shoes, and my trousers follow.
Her laugh is low, dangerous. “Tell me, husband, how do I earn control?”
“You want control? Outthink me. Outfight me. Or—” My mouth crashes over hers, a clash of teeth and spite— “outlast me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
LUNA
I’mthe first to break the kiss as my knees hit the floor.Nico towers above me, his underwear clinging to the hard lines of his hips, that infuriating control etched into every muscle. He thinks I’m submitting but doesn’t realize I’ll be the one in control.
“Who’s in control now,marito?” I purr, tilting my head.
His hand fists in my hair, yanking hard. “You want to be in control?” His thumb brushes my pulse, and I curse the frantic beat betraying me. “Earn it.”
I smile, slow and seductive, and drag my nails up his thighs. “You first.”
He sucks in a breath as I press my lips to the bulge straining his briefs, breathing heat through the fabric: salt,musk, rage.I could end him here. Bite. Tear. Watch the mighty Boss crumble. But where’s the victory in a quick kill?
“You want me to beg?” I murmur against him, smiling at the shudder he tries to stifle. “Or have you forgotten?” My teeth graze the elastic waistband, peeling it down inch by torturous inch. “I didn’t invent the game, but I’ve mastered it.”
He’s fully hard now, thick and flushed, the veins mapping a territory I’ll conquer. But I don’t touch. Not yet. Let him ache. Let him burn.
“Outthink you,” I whisper, tracing the scar on his hip from the gunshot he never talks about. “You drink coffee with three sugars but claim you take it black. A lie.”
His grip tightens. Good.
“Outfight you.” My tongue flicks the head of his cock, and he jerks. “You favor your left side after that knife fight in Naples. A weakness, husband.”
“Luna.” A warning, a plea.
I ignore it. “Outlast you…” My lips close over him, taking him deep, and a guttural moan lodges in his throat. His taste floods me: sweet surrender. I hollow my cheeks, swallowing until tears prick my eyes.
He fists my hair, trying to set the pace, but I wrench back, leaving him glistening and gasping. “Not yet,” I taunt. “Unless you’re already close?”
“Fucking hell—” He lunges, dragging me up by the throat, but I’m ready. My nails claw his chest, drawing blood as I kick his legs out from under him. We crash onto the bed, him snarling, me laughing, a tangle of fury and want.
Nico flips me beneath him, pinning my wrists, but I buck hard, rolling us until I’m straddling his hips. “Still my turn,” I hiss, sheathing him inside me in one savage thrust.
He shouts, back arching, but I clamp a hand over his mouth. “Quiet, Boss. The men might hear.” I ride him mercilessly, my nails digging in deeper. “How’s that control now?”
He licks my palm, eyes blazing, and flips me again, slamming my knees to my shoulders. “Mine,” he snarls, pounding into me like retribution. “Always mine.”
I claw his back, screaming curses, but he’s relentless, stealing my air, my thoughts, my hate. When I shatter, he follows, spilling into me with a roar that shakes the mirrors.
Afterward, he traces the bite marks on his collarbone. “You’ll pay for these,” he murmurs, but his voice lacks conviction.
I stretch, cat-like, and jerk my chin at the ruined underwear on the floor. “Add it to my tab.”
