Page 32 of Hot-Blooded Killer

I position myself in front of her, my gaze roving up and down her body. “Beautiful.”

She puts a hand on her stomach, as if trying to hide it from my gaze, but I’m having none of that tonight.

I grab both her hands and, with a swift movement, put them both behind her back as I stare down into her eyes.

“No,” I order her. “You will not hide from me.”

“But—” she protests, testing my hold.

“You belong to me now, and I want to see you. Every inch of you.”

She swallows and nods, and I release her hands, taking a step back to survey my new wife.

As my gaze travels across her body, it’s all I can do to keep from shoving her back onto the bed and taking her right then.

But I’ve promised myself that I will make sure she enjoys this night.

Besides, I have to make her love me before I can destroy her.

CHAPTER13

GIA

Lorenzo releases my hands and steps back to undress with quick, efficient movements, his gaze never leaving mine. My mouth waters as he drops his tuxedo trousers and stands in front of me in all his glory.

He’s every bit as beautiful as I’ve imagined.

I gasp at the sight of his cock—it’s huge, already hard, ready for me.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, his voice a dark promise. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me when I fuck you.”

Somehow the crass words send heat arrowing straight to my core.

Slowly, I reach out to stroke him with a long, slow touch. It jumps under my touch, and I swallow again, licking my lips.

Lorenzo steps closer to me and kisses a path down my throat, between my breasts, over my stomach, to my closed legs, until he’s kneeling in front of me, his face even with my pussy.

“Open,” he says, his voice an order even as his hands gently nudge my thighs apart.

I whimper and part my legs for him.

As he did in the bathroom at the country club, Lorenzo kisses and licks me, sliding one finger inside, then another, and pumping in and out. I arch my back, shivering in pleasure.

His warm, wet tongue flicks my clit until my legs begin shaking.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his lips flickering against me.

Then he stands and scoops me into his arms, moving us to the bed.

I ache to feel him against me, inside me.

But he’s not done with me yet.

Lorenzo slides down between my legs, using his mouth to edge me closer and closer to coming, then backing away again, until I’m ready to scream in frustration.

“Are you ready now?” he asks, his voice a harsh whisper as he grabs my hands, imprisoning me against the bed.

“Oh, God. Yes. Please,” I beg.

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