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“I win!” she yelled, weaving her way through the crowd and heading towards Dimitri and I.

I didn’t know if she was still pissed at me, and quite frankly I didn’t care. She fought just as good as any of my men would have, and it’s clear I’ve been underestimating her this whole time.

No more.

Illayana jumped and I caught her mid air, holding her tight as she wrapped her long legs around my body. She stared deep into my eyes, a serious expression taking over her face quickly. “If Gabriella touches you again, I’ll kill her.”

Yeah, and I had no doubt that she could do it, too.

ChapterTwenty-One

Illayana De Luca

My back slammed against the wall as Arturo’s tongue dove into my mouth, excitement zinging through my entire body and making me moan. My legs locked around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders as I tried to deepen the kiss, fighting for control but he didn’t give it. Didn’t let me take charge. He pressed his hard, muscular body into mine, pinning me to the wall as his hands gripped my hair tightly, holding me in place, refusing to allow me to move an inch from where he wanted me.

I fucking loved it. Wanted more. Craved more.

My stomach tightened with anticipation. Pure lust curled down my spine and my whole fucking body tingled. My pussy clenched, desperate to be filled, and I squeezed my thighs tightly, grinding down on him and making him grunt.

“You were so fucking hot,” Arturo breathed, trailing kisses down my neck. His teeth latched onto my pulse and I gasped, loving the sting of the bite. “I could have fucking killed him for a laying a hand on you. Slit his throat for making you bleed.”

“It was just a friendly sparring match.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I have half a mind to beat his fucking ass.”

I trailed my hands down his chest, going further and further south until I reached the waistband of his pants. “Can we not talk about my shithead of a brother right now?” I whispered, tracing his thick lips with my tongue. “I can think of better things to do with our mouths than talking.”

Arturo grabbed my hands before I could touch his goods and pinned them above my head. “Can you now?” He ground his pelvis into me, showing me exactly how excited he was. “Sometimes talking can be half the fun.”

He transferred both my hands to one of his and used the other one to collar my throat. “Don’t you wanna hear how badly I want to fuck you right now? How ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you like this? At my mercy?”

I moaned and tried to lean forward to kiss him, but he held me back with a slight squeeze of his hand.

“Oh, you like the sound of that, don’t you,kotenok.You want to hear about all of the filthy things I’ve thought about doing to you?”

“Yes,” I whined, my blood getting hotter and hotter, my body aching for his touch, his closeness, the huskiness of his seductive voice.

Arturo gave my wrists a tight squeeze, then trailed his hand down my arm slowly, leaving goosebumps in his wake. My breath hitched as he gripped my shirt in both hands and tore it straight from my body.

Oh, fuck.

His hands cupped my breasts roughly, his lips hot on my neck. “I’ve been dying to find out how you taste. How your body feels writhing beneath mine. What sounds you make when you come.” He nipped my collarbone and I shivered. “It’s about time I found out.”

He kissed me hard, consumed my mouth like it was his to own, his to use. He gripped my ass tightly and carried me to the bed as his tongue ravished me. Licking. Biting. Dragging moan after moan from me.

He wassofucking good with his tongue that my mind instantly thought of what it would feel like to have it somewhere else.

He dropped me onto the bed and stared down at me, eyes blazing with lust. “Strip.”

You don’t gotta tell me twice.

I ripped off what was left of my tattered shirt, tugged down my black tights and kicked them off as fast as I could. All while Arturo stood over me, tall and powerful, jaw clenched and breathing hard.

His beautiful mix-matched eyes roamed over my body, satisfaction flashing on his face. “Everything. I want everything off.”

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall away from my body. I hooked my fingers into my underwear and pulled them down, baring myself entirely.

Some women might have been self conscious in a position like this, lying completely naked in front of someone, but that wasn’t me. I wasn’t model material, not by a long shot. But what I lacked in sexual appeal I made up for in confidence.

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