Page 61 of No Saint

“Hai il mio tempo, leonessa, sempre.”

“What?”

“Sit.”

“Gabriel…”

“I said sit.”

She obeys, dropping down into the chair hard, “You can’t just tell me what to do.”

“Your obedience says otherwise.”

“I am not a fucking dog, and I will not be treated like one.”

“If you stopped fighting so hard perhaps, I’d stop with the orders.”

“I don’t have to put up with your shit. Don or not, you don’t own me.”

As she lifts and spins to leave, I grasp her wrist, tugging her hard. She turns in time for her hands to land on my chest, but too late, her body was already falling, and she collides fully against me. I move quick to stop her escape, pinning her with hands and pressing her back against the table.

Her breath saws from her chest and her eyes widen, lips parting, “What are you doing!?”

“Stop fighting me.”

Her eyes bounce between mine with a mixture of dread and desire, I see it in the flush of her cheeks, in the flick of her tongue against her bottom lip and how, however subconscious it is, she’s widened her thighs and pressed her sweet cunt right up against my hardening cock.

I feel the warmth of her through the thin leggings she wears, feel it as if it’s a brand on my skin.

I wanted her. There was no denying it.

I wanted to bury myself in her pussy and feel her squeeze me, feel her nails score my skin and her teeth bite. I wanted her moans and her screams, her sighs and her pleas.

I dip my head and capture her mouth, growling with approval when her lips part to let me in further. Her tongue meets mine and her fingers curl into my shirt, holding me closer.

“Magia,” I rasp against her mouth, “Magic.”

“Gabriel,” She breathes, pressing her mouth to mine gently.

“We could make magic, Amelia.”

She whimpers. “I can’t.”

“You infuriating, stubborn, beautiful woman,” I whisper into her mouth, licking her bottom lip, “leonessa mia. Mondo mia.”

She kisses me again, sweeter, softer, a parting…

“Give yourself to me, Amelia,” I whisper, “Let me have you.”

“But me, this,” she sighs, “it’s all I’ve got.”

I don’t stop her when she tries to leave and long after the door has clicked closed, I stand there, the whisper of her touch and her kiss on my skin and the roaring words of Asher filling my head.

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My restless legs carry me down the darkened hallway, towards the one light piercing the darkness of the now quietened house. I was under no illusions that I was alone, but I couldn’t see them, and no one stopped me. Not the guard posted outside the room, the vision of the unfamiliar face sending a wash of unexpected grief through me at the memory of Nate’s death and Colt’s ongoing recovery in the city hospital.

I knew he’d remain posted there, with Lincoln still sleeping on the other side.

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