Page 41 of Don't Break My Heart
“Dealt with him how?” he growls, his forehead creasing in that way that tells me he’s about to lose his shit. So much for let’s talk and drink wine. There is no talking to this man.
I try to buck off the bed, needing space from him. But he’s too damn strong for me and keeps me in place just where he wants me. “Pulled a gun on him and made sure he knew if he tried anything like it again, it would be me putting the final bullet in his head.”
“For fuck’s sake, Sloane, you can’t…” He loosens his grip on me and stands, running a hand through his stubbly jaw. His frustration is palpable.
It gives me a chance to take a full breath without his weight on top of me. Fuck, he’s so intense.
“You can’t just throw threats around with these people, Sloane,” he mutters, and I hear his annoyance with me. “It’s not like talking to me or the other boys. We go easy on you because you’re ours.”
“It worked, he backed off.”
His eyes lock with mine. “Or he’s being more careful in planning your demise.”
I throw my hands up in the air, so fucking frustrated. “Why can’t you trust me to take care of myself?”
He pins his stare on me in a way that kind of scares me and makes me back up the bed away from him. “You’re too important. We can’t afford mistakes when it comes to you,” he roars, his voice vibrating off the walls.
I stare up at him, my breathing sharp and painful. What the hell does he want from me? I didn’t ask for any of this. It was forced on me, and I’m just coping as best as I know how. “I was never going tobe the obedient wife your papa wanted for you, you know me better, Orlando, don’t you?”
He offers a half smile like he’s only just come to the realization of who I am and now he feels sorry for me. He drops a knee to the bed, his eyes locking on mine like a beast about to tear his prey apart. “I knew.” He grabs me in one quick move. One hand to the back of my neck, the other to my waist, he lifts me, stealing my breath completely. “That’s why I fell in love with you. You’re everything I shouldn’t want. Everything that’s wrong for me. And it only made me crazier for you.”
I blink up at him, his grip on me firm but not painful. He stares at me like he doesn’t know what to do with me. This man makes me so fucking furious with all his control issues, but when I look deep into his dark eyes, I’m lost in the depths of his soul and how deep our connection is. “You have to let me be who I am,” I whisper, pain lodging in my chest because I know if he can’t, this will never last. It can’t.
“You’re right.” His lips meet with mine, and he kisses me like he needs my lips on his to breathe. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and cling to him, feeling just the same, a desperate craving to taste him, to have his tongue invade my mouth and his body control mine. Right from the beginning this thing with us was destined for destruction, but somehow, we can’t resist each other. No matter how angry I am with him or him me, we still crave each other like crazy.
As our kiss deepens to brutal, his hand slides down my body and under my silky nightdress. “Fuck, Sloane, you kill me.” He moans into my lips as his fingers slide over the mound of hair and through the folds of my slick pussy.
A shiver runs through me, sending a fresh wave of arousal to my lady parts. I’m desperate for him to fill me up with his fingers. But he toys with me, exploring every part of me as his finger runs over my clit.Gazing up at him, I wonder how he so easily flipped my anger toward him. “Not as much as you kill me.” As he continues to play with me, I help him shrug out of his jacket and untuck his shirt. He winces when my fingers trail over his injury. “It’s too soon,” I tell him, not wanting to pop his stitches.
His eyes lock with mine, dark and dangerous and sexy as hell, and I already know he doesn’t fucking care that he nearly died a week ago. “I have waited long enough.” He shoves me down to the comforter with a firm hand on my stomach then pushes my legs out wide and dips his head to my pussy.
I moan into the room when his tongue follows the same path his fingers just did, teasing me in the best way possible.
“Oh, dear Lord.” My eyes roll back in pleasure as he tastes me, sucking on my clit before licking every part of me. I have completely forgotten what we were fighting about. Like this, Orlando is perfect.
I reach for him, my fingers lacing into his long hair as I greedily ride his face as he eats me.
Taking a pillow, he lifts my ass higher, placing it under my back before shoving my legs out wider so he can study me, his dark eyes filled with heady lust. “You’re so fucking perfect, treasure. Pretty and pink and dripping just for me.” He pushes a finger inside of me and twists, forcing a moan from my lips. He follows it up quickly with a second digit, watching as he finger-fucks me with a look of pure lust in his eyes.
I buck under him, what he’s doing to me just too damn good. Our eyes meet, and he knows I’m close.
“Now, treasure.” He grins, knowing the control he has over my body. He plays me like a fucking instrument.
I see stars and fucking fall apart, shamelessly riding his hand as I cum in euphoric waves.
He keeps pumping in and out of me with his fingers as his mouth drops back down to my pussy and he eats me up, licking, sucking, taking every last drop of my release. When he’s satisfied his thirst, he crawls up the bed, cradling my face in his hands before he pulls me back toward him, crashing his lips with mine. “You taste so fucking good, I could never have enough of you.” The pained way he says it kind of breaks my heart a little for him.
I smirk back up at him. “You never have to, I’m not going anywhere.”
His lips are gone as he kisses down my chest, tugging my nightdress free, his hands cupping my tits as he massages them. His mouth is everywhere.
He stands, removing his pants, his massive cock jumping free. Pre-cum is beading at the tip already. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him as well. “Not tonight, treasure, I need to fuck you.” He says it like it’s a matter of life and death.
He rolls onto his back and takes me with him, so my legs are spread out wide and I’m straddling him. One by one I unbutton his shirt, opening it so I can see how bad his injury is. It’s still wrapped in a fresh white bandage, and my heart sinks, knowing he took that bullet for me. If he wasn’t there, I would be dead. What he said earlier wasn’t wrong.
I reach down, cupping his face in my hands. “I do appreciate what you do for me.”
“Don’t look at me like that, treasure.”
