Page 54 of The One Night Match
“The day I went back to work.” He smirks, crawling up the bed slowly until his weight settles over mine. “I couldn’t wait to give your pretty pussy its perfect throne.”
“I…what…I…”
He chuckles. “I love rendering you speechless, Riley. You always have such a smart mouth, but when I shock you, you never know what to say.”
“You’re insane.”
“So it would seem.”
“No. I mean, you’ve lost your actual mind.”
“When it comes to you, abso-fucking-lutely I have.” He notches himself at my entrance, his girth spreading me apart and quickly reminding me of how fucking good this is going to be if that night in the club is anything to go by. “You ready for me to fuck you, Kitten? Are you ready to come all over my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes. Please, Cruz. Please make me come.”
He doesn’t make me wait. His hips snap forward, filling me to the hilt in one brutal thrust that hurts as much as it shoves me closer to the orgasm I’ve been desperate for. The stretch of him is divine, the pain morphing into pleasure seamlessly as he holds himself deep.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. “Your pussy is a fucking paradise, Riley. And it’s all fucking mine.”
“Is it?” I breathe.
His eyes darken, his body tightening as he slowly withdraws before thrusting into me so hard it shoves me up the bed. “Fuck yes, it is. If you ever let another man near your pussy, I’ll cut his eyes out and give them to you. I’ll cut his hands off and gift them to you in a pretty little box. I’ll cut his cock off and preserve it to remind you what I’ll do to any man you ever let close to you again.”
Why is that so hot?
I’ve never been interested in violence. Hell, it’s one of the reasons I wanted out of the Mafia in the first place. But coming out of Cruz’s mouth brings me closer to release than I’ve been all night.
Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but if there is, I don’t give a fuck as long as he keeps fucking me.
“Are you going to let another man ever touch you again, Riley?” he growls, fucking me so hard and fast I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Say it,” he demands.
“I won’t let another man touch me ever again.”
And as much as I hate to admit it, I mean those words.
Because after having Cruz, I don’t think any other man will ever be able to compete.
TWENTY-EIGHT
CRUZ
Iwanted to fuck her slowly and sensually.
I wanted to take my time, to worship her, to show her all the reasons she shouldn’t keep trying to run from this thing between us.
But the second I got sight of her heat, I should have known it wouldn’t be possible. Not this time at least.
Not after being desperate for her for the last two weeks, after watching her walk around my house in my clothes, having her in my arms at night, seeing how well she fits into my life, even as she tries to prove all the reasons we won’t work.
So instead, I’m fucking her like a wild animal.
My hips snap into hers over and over again, reveling in the way her pussy flutters around me the closer I drag her to the edge.
She’s so close, so fucking close, she clenches around me with every thrust, desperately trying to hold me deep inside her.
