Page 82 of Of Desire And Deception

I arched my back as he pressed his thumb against my clit, circling with the perfect pressure.

“Tell me you want it, Remi,” Cosimo demanded softly, his eyes fixed on mine. “Tell me you want me.”

“I do,” I breathed, unable to lie when I saw the honest need in his gaze. The admissions poured from my lips. “I have since that night in the club. Even more when you touched me at Deception. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. You’re an adrenaline rush that I never want to end. And I hate myself for it.”

Tears blurred my vision, but I felt the sharp nip of Cosimo’s teeth when they latched onto my nipple, bringing me back to the moment and drawing the tip into a turgid peak.

“Stay with me, goldilocks,” he coaxed, his voice husky. “Here on the dark side. Open your eyes and look at me.”

I blinked the tears away and watched Cosimo pull his shirt over his head. The tattoos on his body gave him an air of dark beauty. I ran my fingers down the whorls, stopping on a red cluster of swirls that stood out from the others. “What are these?”

Cosimo grunted. “The beauty of death. Mementos of murder. And the one your finger is on is the most precious. My father’s.”

I pulled my finger away and noticed that the red swirls mimicked fingerprints if you looked close enough. I opened my mouth, but there were no words for what he’d shared. So I stroked the black swirls, tucking his precious truth into my mind. His body was fucking perfect with his broad shoulders and lean muscles. Thick thighs and a glorious, studded cock jutting at me as he lowered his jeans. I held my arms out to him, welcoming him into my embrace, sighing as his body covered mine.

His weight was perfect, pressing me into the mattress as the head of his cock teased my entrance, then slid in. He taunted me with shallow thrusts that stayed shy of where I needed him most, and I raked my nails down his back in protest.

“Harder,” Cosimo groaned, sinking deeper when I obliged. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to feel your blood for so long. You’re so fucking hot for me. So tight.”

“Deeper,” I begged, tilting my hips to meet his, grinding on him. “Give me every inch.”

He dipped his head, and I took his lips between my teeth, biting and drawing blood. If I was giving mine, I wanted his, too. Our lips crashed together, tongues warring as he moved in and out of me faster.

“So damn perfect,” Cosimo murmured against my lips. His hand snaked under my ass, lifting so his length hit that area at the back, making me scream and cry out his name. “Say my name again, Remi. Cry it out for me. Let me hear how desperate you are impaled on my cock.”

“Cosimo.”

“Be a good girl and say it louder for me now.”

I stared up at him and smirked. “Make me.”

“Fuck,” Cosimo hissed, his fingers digging into my ass painfully. He let go, then pinned my knees to my chest. “Remember, you asked for this. Now bleed for me, goldilocks.”

His next thrust was ruthless. The cries ripped from my throat as he took me roughly.

“Fuck, Cosimo!”

“That’s it,” he praised, moving faster, his hips snapping violently against me, hard enough to hit my clit and drive me into a lustful frenzy. He wiped the blood from his lips and held his thumb to my mouth, watching as I sucked greedily, making his cock twitch inside me. “Take a deep breath and come all over my cock, goldilocks.”

I inhaled, then closed my eyes as his hand wrapped around my throat, trapping me. Panic welled, and I embraced it, forcing my eyes to meet his dark gaze. Cosimo’s jaw was tense as he held his release back to give me pleasure. Darkness clouded the edges of my vision, and when he plunged inside me, I lost control, giving him exactly what he wanted.

Electricity pulsed from my core, up my spine, and just as my vision went dark, Cosimo’s hand left my throat, giving me another rush as oxygen and blood returned to my head. I must have screamed his name, but the sound was distant, muffled. I could only see him, how his mouth opened, his eyes closed as he tossed his head back and buried himself completely, pulsing his release inside my pussy.

I fell limply to the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to regain my thoughts. Cosimo still lay on me, but he gently lowered my legs and pressed his damp forehead to mine. We breathed together, coming down from the high of shared orgasms.

“Give me a minute longer, and I’ll clean you.” Cosimo’s eyes implored me. “Please?”

I nodded, too sated to move any more than that. “Yeah.”

He knelt between my spread legs, dragging his hands through our mess and marking me with it like I was a blood offering. He left smeared crimson handprints on my breasts, stomach, thighs. Finally, he gripped my neck, pulling me upright as he kissed me leisurely. There was no rush. No world outside that which he’d made for us.

Reluctantly, Cosimo pulled away and picked me up, striding to the bathroom and climbing into the shower with me.

“Shit!” I squealed when he turned the water on. The cold spray poured over me, and I shivered until it heated; Cosimo’s arms wrapped tightly around me like he didn’t want to let me go.

“Turn toward me,” he instructed, running his hands down my body. Dark tendrils of hair dripped on his face, and he bit his lip as he took in my state. The water tinged pink as he soaped my skin and washed the evidence of our play down the drain. “Lean your head back for me.”

I tried to take the bottle of shampoo from him. “I can do that.”

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