CHAPTER 33

HE forces two fingers into her as HE ravages her mouth with HIS.

She wraps her arms around HIM, holding all of HIS back, shoulders, and chest. HE growls at the touch of her nails teasing HIS skin. She's a constant temptation and so much more. HE scoops her up and throws her brusquely onto the bed.

Bending over her, she inserts her hand into HIS hair, grasping as our tongues battle. And HIS fingers move back into her and thrust and curve against her G-spot.

"Please. Your fingers feel great, but you.I want all of you," she whimpers.

"Good," HE growlS, withdrawing HIS slippery fingers from her channel and distributing the juices on them everywhere across her clit.

She encircles HER legs around HIM. HE slowly enterS her, HIS eyes fixed on hers. Savoring how good and tight she is and tormenting her with only an inch at a time. And keeping HER beautiful green stare makes it that much more passionate.

She gasps and arches into HIM. She seems to be spelling out exactly how marvelous HE feels within her. And the moans that spill from her mouth threaten to blow HIM over the edge before we can even really get started.

She's just so right for HIM in so many ways. HE thrusts HIS cock all the way deep within her, and she shudders under HIM, her fingers raking into HIS arms as she holds on to HIM, struggling to keep HIS eyes on hers. "Ready for more, baby?" HE asks.

"Yes," she gasps.

HE settles HIMSELF on the bed beside each of her head, then withdraws almost all the way out.

Before he pounds hard into her.

HE loves every one of her expressions on her face and how damn beautiful she is as her black hair gets all knotted under her head. She's fucking perfect, every inch of her, every beautiful expression, the way her eyes become darker when HE picks up speed and give her pussy what she truly needs and truly craves.

HE growls onto her lips and forces HIMSELF to hold her eye despite the fact that HE aches to lick every square inch of skin HE can see. She claws at HIS shoulders as HE slams into her, and HE memorizes the wet sounds from her pussy when HE thrusts inside her, the sound of skin on skin, and KYOLINE'S beautiful moans. Her orgasm is a song HE wishes to lose himself in.

And when she scratches down HIS back, HIS control breaks. And HE fucks her the way HE desires.

Ravaging her hard and fast and uncontrolled.

Her eyes still fluttering shut as her mouth opens wide.

And HE presses HIS forehead against hers as she comes for HIM.

HE speeds faster with her legs constricting HIM, her spotless thighs nearly pinning HIM in place. HE cannot pull back and don't want to. Not when she is so perfect, so moist, so tight, and so damn impeccable.

KYOLINE wrestles against HIM and screams as she reaches her orgasm again and soaks HIS dick.

HE moans with her as HE ejaculates. And when her eyes fly open, HE attacks her mouth brutally.

She's gorgeous like this—her hair mussed, her face reddened, lips open. There's no way HE ever has a chance at leaving this.

HE leans in and kisses between her breasts, up the curve of her neck, then finally her mouth, devouring each moan.

And pulling out, HE scoops her up in HIS arms and takes HIM into the shower.

When we take showers, KYOLINE comes out and wraps herself in her robe, and HE immediately bemoans the lack of her form by his side.

"I'M surprised you even let ME in," HE sayS as HE takes a towel. "And I certainly didn't expect that reception."

"Well, a girl's got needs."

"What about your boyfriend, McKinley?"

She rolls her eyes. "I haven't been seeing anyone while I'VE been here."

And HE has no idea why, but HIM telling him that makes HIM happy. Extremely happy. "I'M taking you back to New York, KYOLINE."

"No, no, you're not. It's safer here."

HE gets into HIS boxers. "You're mistaken about that. I'VE managed to find you, so it's not a matter of if Carmine will find you but when."

"It's too darned dangerous for the kids to be around me." She shakes her head, and HE can see the raw fear in her eyes. "I couldn't risk having anything happen to them."

"I'LL take care of you all. You don't have anything to worry about."

She raises an eyebrow. "And how will I be any safer in New York?"

"Because you'll be MY fake fiancée." Suggesting that she should actually be HIS wife or even just HIS real fiancée might be rushing it a bit, so HE'LL settle for fake fiancée for now. Because HE'S suddenly having doubts over whether HE can ever give her what she truly needs. HE'S ice cold, emotionless, and without a heart, and HE knowS she deserves a hell of a lot more than that.

Her jaw drops open. "Your what?" "He won't dare touch you if he knows you belong to ME."

"Thanks for the advice, but I don't want to belong to you or to any other man. If I wanted the protection that marriage could give me, I would have married Piero."

"He's too old for you," HE says brusquely.

"He's just forty-four," she spits, clearly having since forgotten her previous argument with VINCENT that the guy must be at least eighty-five.

"VINCENT is in agreement with MY plan. He's the one who's assigned ME to take care of you and keep you safe from harm. So you're going to be MY stand-in fiancée until this garbage with Carmine blows over, like it or not."

The look she gives HIM can probably kill a man. "This is serious, KYOLINE."