Page 70 of Of Desire And Deception

“You’re a fucking bastard. You know that?” Remi hissed.

“I wish.” She watched as I slowly shrugged my jacket off and unbuttoned my black dress shirt. “I’d give anything not to be my father’s son.”

That shut her up. My shirt slipped from my shoulders, and I pulled my belt from the loops on my black dress pants. I toed my shoes off to keep the white covers clean, then climbed on the bed. Of course, Remi backed up in a futile escape to evade me.

“Let’s play a game, goldilocks.” I reached for her feet, but she kicked out, then sprang up, whipping her leg over my head to entangle me in the chain attached to her ankle. I was prepared for her, though, shooting my arm up so it couldn’t wrap around my neck, then pulling down abruptly and sweeping her off her feet. She hit the mattress hard, the air momentarily knocked from her lungs.

I took advantage of that short time, binding her wrists. But Remi didn’t want to make things easy for me. Her free food struck out, catching me in the cheek. “Get the fuck off me!”

I tasted blood in my mouth and grinned. “Go ahead and fight me. I love when you get bloodthirsty and show me how much alike we are.”

The next time she kicked, I caught her leg, biting just above her knee where the dress had slipped and bared her tender flesh.

“Fuck!” Remi screamed, thrashing in my arms. I bit down harder until she begged, “Cosimo, please!”

When I released her, I left the reddened imprint of my teeth behind. It would bruise beautifully later, leaving a temporary reminder of my power over her.

“Stay still, or I’ll do the same on those plump pussy lips,” I threatened.

“I hate you,” Remi spat as she slumped down, giving me leave to chain her ankle and position her legs spread so I could see how fucking aroused she already was.

I lifted a brow at her. “Keep telling yourself that, goldilocks. Manifestation and all that shit.”

The hint of a giggle puffed past her lips before she saw the blade in my hands. “Don’t come near me with the knife, Cosimo.”

“You don’t like the dress,” I reminded her, picking up the bottom hem and slicing through the layers. “So I won’t make you wear it.”

I gripped the two pieces in my fists, tearing up the skirt in one long pull, the sound of fabric rending filling the air. Remi shrieked as I exposed her legs and my favorite place between them. Sure enough, it was already wet for me. My mouth watered, and I gave in, dipping my head and taking a long lick up her slit.

“Fuck.” I sucked on her clit, making her hips buck into my face. “I’m going to eat your pussy every day for the rest of our lives.”

“You’ll have to restrain me every time,” Remi said through gritted teeth as I backed away.

I slipped my knife under the bodice of her dress. “You act like that would bother me. I’ll chain you to my fucking bed if it keeps you with me.”

Another tug and the fine fabric gave way, exposing her torso. I kissed and sucked her nipples, pinching and twisting until she whimpered.

“Now, for the game.” I tried to focus, but her body was a delectable distraction. “I’ll ask you questions, and you will answer.”

“Or what?”

“Careful,” I cautioned. “That sounded a lot like make me. Don’t challenge me if you’re unwilling to accept defeat because I will win. I always do.”

“Psychotic asshole,” she muttered, those blue eyes flashing with heat and hatred.

Good. She was at war with herself again.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Seriously?” she asked in disbelief.

I dragged the tip of my knife down the center of her torso, leaving a thin red line behind.

“Blue,” Remi choked out. Her voice wavered. “Are you going to cut me?”

“You have no idea how often I’ve wondered what you look like inside,” I murmured, pressing the steel into her stomach until I felt the flesh give enough that a drop of crimson welled on the surface. “Beautiful.”

She shivered as I licked the blood away.

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