Page 30 of Chaos & Carnage

Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss, quickly embedding himself in every fiber of my being as he sucks, nibbles, and bites along my lips. My hands sink into his hair while his slide around my waist, his fingers squeezing the curve of my ass as he hauls me against him.

“God, I can’t believe I was so stupid. How I ever questioned this,” he murmurs against my lips before claiming them again, not giving me a chance to respond. His kiss is blazing hot, melting my insides. “I shouldn’t have kept you at arm’s length. I should have known kissing you would have confirmed what I already knew but was questioning.” Another impassioned kiss that leaves me breathless. “One brush of your skin, one kiss from your lips, and it’s so glaringly obvious. So blatantly apparent.” I’m a panting mess when he pulls back again. “No one makes me feel the way you do. No one brings me to my knees in awe or makes my chest swell with pride. No one else terrifies me with their bravery or amazes me with their compassion.”

The combination of his heartfelt words, the wonder in his tone, and the effect his kisses are having on me mean I’m on the verge of combusting as I rock my hips against his, digging my fingers into his shoulders and clinging to him as I chase some much-needed friction.

“Less talking, more showing,” I pant as his fingers squeeze my hips, holding me flush against him.

His chuckle is deep and raw. “You need to know how much I love you. How sorry I am. How sincere I am when I promise I’ll never doubt you—us—again.”

“I know,” I say breathlessly. “But just in case I forget, you should show me.”

Another throaty chuckle, but apparently in agreement, Oliver doesn’t continue to woo me with his words and instead slides his palms over the curve of my ass and along the back of my thighs before he hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist as his lips move to the angle of my jaw, peppering kisses along the skin all the way to my ear while I grind against his growing length.

“Not here,” I gasp, a wisp of common sense slipping through the lust-infused fog. “Evie. She’s… Oh, god,” I moan when he sucks on a sensitive bit of skin behind my ear.

Still driving me wild with his kisses, he tightens his hold on my thighs as he blindly navigates the hall, kicking the screen door open with his boot. I’ve no idea how he doesn’t trip as we descend the front porch steps and traverse the uneven paving slabs in the front yard. Not once does he remove his focus from lavishing my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. The anticipation only serves to spike my desire until I’m clawing at his back and fisting his hair.

“Fuck, Red, you’re going to make me come in my pants if you keep grinding on me like that,” he breathes as we stumble up the porch steps of the house Dante and Enzo have been staying in. My back smacks against the front door as Oliver’s mouth returns to mine. Palming my ass, he grinds his pelvis against mine until he’s groaning and I’m moaning, neither of us giving a shit that anyone on the street or in the adjacent houses can see us. Nothing exists except him and me and this infinite hunger between us, the crackling heat of chemistry and all-consuming desire to sink so deep into one another that we fuse together as one.

Fumbling for the door handle behind me when Oliver finally lifts me off the door, I pull it open, and we stumble inside, laughing and moaning while I slide my hands into the narrow gap between us and work to undo his belt. Both of us are aware that we’re behaving like hormone-ridden teenagers, but neither of us care, too lost to the aching need throbbing deep down inside.

“What the hell?!” someone calls out, but I can hardly hear them over the rushing in my ears.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

I manage to get the buckle undone and the button popped, but I can’t get the zip down. Giving up, I arch my back instead and peel my top off over my head, breaking our kiss only long enough to remove it.

Oliver quickly glances to his left, and out of the corner of my eye, I notice Dante and Enzo both standing in the doorway looking pissed as all hell, before I clamp my hands on either side of Oliver’s cheeks and yank his head back to mine, hungrily devouring his lips.

Right as my eyelids drift closed, I notice Oliver stick out his hand and give both men the middle finger, and I laugh against his lips as I close my eyes, relishing the feel of his calloused hands as they slide up my back.

Reaching down, I tug on his top until it rises, quickly pulling it over his head and dropping it onto the stairs behind him as he walks us up to the bedroom. My palms glide over his chest and shoulders, loving how his muscles tense beneath them and the hungry groans escaping his lips.

“I need to be inside you right now,” he growls as we reach the top of the stairs and he walks toward the nearest bedroom. His voice is a deep rumble that drips sex and makes my core tighten.

“So stop teasing me andshow me,” I moan, rocking my hips against his in such a way that elicits an animalistic growl from the back of his throat.

The second we cross the threshold into the bedroom, he drops me to my feet and spins me around. My hands fly out to steady myself before I can fall while Oliver reaches around me for the buttons on my jeans, shoving them and my panties down over my thighs until they gather at my ankles.

“Boots off,” he orders while he quickly discards my bra and begins lavishing every bit of available skin with scorching kisses and wicked grazes of his teeth that have my body practically humming in anticipation.

With zero grace or tact, I kick off a boot and remove one leg from my jeans and panties, and the second I do, he kicks my legs wide, spreading me open. His fingers disappear between my thighs, and he hums his approval when he discovers just how ready I am for him. After worrying I might never have this with him again, both when I thought he might choose Evie over me or when I feared Giovanni would capture me, I can’t get enough of him now. Can’t get him deep enough under my skin. Can’t get him deep enough inside of me.

His thumb circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing my entrance before he sinks a finger inside me. My spine arches as I cry out, my fingernails scraping against the wall as wave after delicious wave courses through me, making my legs tremble and my heart race.

“Want me to show you exactly what you mean to me, Trouble?” he purrs against my ear. “Do you want me to worship at the altar of your body and beg for forgiveness until my name is a prayer on your tongue?

“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes, I want that.”

His only response is to sink to his knees behind me and do exactly that. He worships me with his tongue until I’m keening and crying out, my body trembling so hard I can hardly remain on my feet. Even when I throw my head back and scream his name to the heavens above, he doesn’t relent, devouring me like a man starved and I’m a feast to be gorged on.

Only when I’ve come on his tongue twice does he take pity on me, his hands sliding up my thighs, over my flat stomach, and along my ribs as he rises. The warmth of his chest bleeds into my back as he shucks his jeans and boxers.

“I’m so unworthy of you,” he murmurs. “We are all so unworthy, and yet, none of us will let you go.”

“Good.” It’s a struggle to get the word out through my tight throat. “Because I’m not letting any of you go either. Worthy or not, we’re a team. We’re a family. I belong to all of you, and all of you belong to me. Nothing, and no one will change that.”

“Spoken like a true Queen.”

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