Page 83 of Fortress of the Cursed

I roll my eyes. “We don’t know. But he involved Allegra.” I wince. Roberto’s wife who betrayed us is still a bitter pill to swallow. “Then he threw Katiya to the wolves when she was kidnapped, trying to pin it all on Angelo so the Bratva would get involved and start a war. Enzo and Valentina being shot at, Sloane almost being taken out. Not to mention the car bombing and Dante…” I trail off, running a hand through my hair.

“It’s been a big year,” she says, looking sympathetic. “But I know you’ll get them, you always do.”

I stare at her. Without thinking, I reach my hand up and brush a loose strand away from her face.

She shivers, and I know for a fact she’s not cold.

I like that I have an effect on her.

“Fynn…”

I place a finger over her lips. “You look stressed.”

She cocks her head. “Meaning?”

“I used to know how to fix that.”

I stare at her, giving her the look that I know drives women crazy.

I want her, and I want her to know it.

Was it the reason I came here? Not theonlyreason, but I’m not here for my own selfish pleasure, I’m here for hers.

She swallows hard. “That was a long time ago.”

I shake my head. “I still remember.”

My cock hardens, my eyes trailing down her body.

She’s so goddamn beautiful.

I know she feels it too, her cheeks reddening.

“Fynn, I don’t want to do the casual sex thing.” Her voice is almost a whisper.

“Who said anything about sex?” My eyes meet hers again. “I know how to pleasure a woman without even taking any clothes off.”

Her breath hitches in her throat, and I try not to grin.

My finger traces her bottom lip as she closes her eyes momentarily, then taking the tip, she bites down gently on the pad.

I almost fucking growl.

“You know what you do to me, Sage,” I murmur. “What you’ve always been able to do, so easily.”

“I don’t want to get hurt again, Fynn. I couldn’t take it.”

“No one is going to get hurt this time.”

“You don’t know that.” She shakes her head. “There’s no way of knowing.”

“I meant what I said. I will pursue you. I want to show you. Let me.”

She looks unsure, but then she whispers, “Make me remember.”

Not moving my eyes from hers, I slide off the couch and onto my knees. My dick throbs painfully in my pants, and I know I’m probably not gonna get the relief I really want, but this is a marathon, not a sprint. As much as I want to fuck her, I know that I have to approach this from a different angle than with most girls. Sage isn’t like anybody else. She’s a queen by comparison.

And I don’t wanna fuck this up by jumping her bones, as much as I crave to.

---