Page 7 of Blossom in Shadows

“You’re drenched for me, Zinnia. You can pout, you can pretend, you can deny, but we both know the truth, don’t we?” I shake my head and his voice slips down into an octave which demands truth, “Don’t we?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

My body starts to shake when he shoves two fingers deep inside of my pussy as his thumb toys with my clit. I close my eyes, unable to look into his hazel ones a moment longer. He knows too much. He sees too much.

He will see it all if I’m not careful.

“Open your eyes,” he snarls. When my eyes snap open he groans, “Good girl. I want to watch you fall apart in my arms.”

He pumps his fingers inside of me, making sure to find the special spot which has me panting and clinging to his shoulders because if I don’t then I know I’m going to slide into an abyss I’ll never find my way back from again. It’s already too much.

He doesn’t let up, our eyes locked together and everything that makes this man feared and gives him power wraps around us. Shadows dance and absorb all the light…and all the pain. It grows bigger. Bigger. Bigger.

Just like the way my orgasm threatens to overtake me and obliterate everything except the man who is bringing me to the edge of the dark chasm of pleasure and forcing me to look over. To contemplate. To feel. To fly.

“That’s right,Reginetta,” he growls, “come on my fingers.”

He kisses me hard right as my body tightens and I moan. He swallows down the sound, my walls squeezing his fingers and electricity dancing along my skin and through every cell. He pushes me along, not letting up, until I relax in his arms and twitch away from his touch even though there’s nowhere for me to go.

Elio presses his forehead to mine as he pulls his fingers out and licks my arousal from them. He groans at the taste and there’s nothing else I can do but look at him with wide eyes. What the fuck just happened?

As I’m panting and processing, he pulls back just enough to pull his phone out of his pocket and dial. “Get someone over here to fix the door,” he barks at whoever answers and hangs up.

No explanation as to where he is. No acknowledgement of it being an issue.

Only the expectation that his bidding will be done. Immediately.

Elio changes his hold on me into a bridal carry and starts to stride out of my apartment. It zaps me out of my trance.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Home,” he glances down at me, resolve in his eyes. “You can’t stay here with a broken door,” he throws in casually.

I give him a pointed look because he’s the one who broke my damn door in the first place.Home.I bite my lip, knowing this is a battle I’m not going to win. Not right now. And, really, do I want to?

“Did I get the job?”

He stops in the hallway as a man approaches, but Elio doesn’t even look at him. I think it’s the same man from the club, but I’m a little hazy after that orgasm. I watch the man as he heads over to my door and walks into my apartment.

I open my mouth to protest, but Elio cuts me off. “Sergio will pack you some things and stay until the door is fixed.” I stare up at him, unsure of what to even say. “Do you stillwantthe job?”

“Yes,” my voice is strong and sure. Part of me is scared he’s going to tell me no.

“You love to dance,” he muses, it seems as if he’s speaking more to himself than to me.

“Yes,” even though I have a feeling he wasn’t asking, I answer anyway.

“Then the job is yours, but you will follow my rules and not get into any trouble.” I narrow my eyes, getting the feeling I’m not going to like his rules. As he starts moving again, he mumbles, “I’d hate to have to kill someone because you couldn’t follow the rules.”

Any other man and I would think they are just words, but with this man, I know them to be a promise. Hopefully his rules aren’t too outrageous because I want the job and, surprisingly, I want Elio too.

Even with his darkness, he feels like the sun, and I find myself drawn to him more and more the longer I am near him. As he buckles me into his car and drives off into the night, I have no idea what I’ve really gotten myself into.

Then again, do I really have a choice?

CHAPTER 4

ELIO

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