Vance got the gist right away, but Ciaran, the fuckin’ buffoon, stands there rubbing lip back and forth against those stupid fangs. “Get out, Ciaran, before I take out my gun and blow your brains against the wall.”
“I think I’d like to stay, just to see you try,” Ciaran chuckles.
I pull Reese with me to the dresser, pull out my gun, and point it directly at Ciaran. “Get the fuck out.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Did you see what happened to Luc when he tried to get between me and something I wanted?”
“Luc,” Ciaran says as he walks over to me, putting his forehead right up to the barrel of the gun, “wasn’t there with you during the worst of it.”
The crazy motherfucker. “Get the fuck out, Ciaran. This is your last warning.”
“I’ll leave ’cause I want to, not because your ass told me to.”
“I don’t care. Get the fuck out.”
Ciaran laughs before turning to Reese. “I’m not sure what you’ve done to him, but he would have shot the brains of his oldest friend out to be alone with you. Don’t fuck him up. Too many have already been there and done that. Don’t break him.”
Ciaran’s words have more truth in them than Reese knows, but I ignore them and turn to her. I need her to understand that what Vance said wasn’t true. She was never just part of a plan. The door closes behind Ciaran. As I go to hug Reese, she flinches. “You wound me, principessa.”
“Not as much as you wounded me.”
“I didn’t know who you were that night at the club. You were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted you. I craved you without even knowing you.”
“So what would’ve happened if you had? Would you have slit my throat instead of fuckin’ me?”
“No, Reese. My plan was never to kill you.”
“What was it, then? Fuck me, make me fall in love with you, and then what? Ruin me by ripping it all away from me?”
“Do you?” I ask, peering into her dark eyes.
She pulls the duvet higher, trying to hide more of her skin from my vision.
“Love me?”
She looks away from me. I hate it. I want to rip the duvet off her, slam her against the wall, and fuck her until neither of us sees straight. Bend her over and punish her with my cock, hands, and mouth until the only reason she’s mad is with lust.
“’Cause I fuckin’ love you.”
Her hand goes to her heart, eyes wide at my little admission.
“I’ve never said those words to anyone else.”
“Not even your parents or your kid sister?”
“Don’t be a smart-ass.” I step closer to her, forcing her up against the wall. She’s got nowhere to go but straight into my arms. “So do you?”
“Do I what?”
I rip the duvet off her, my rock-hard cock now pressing against her soft curves. I thrust two fingers into her pussy. “Don’t make me fuck the words out of you.”
Her lips part, her eyes go wide, her head tilts back, and she bangs the wall. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I fuckin’ own you. Every part of you, including your damn heart. Now say it.”
She purses her lips, the fuckin’ brat.
My thumb rubs at her clit, making her moan. I can tell she’s close. Her eyes are hooded, and her breathing speeds up. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Enzo. Please don’t stop.”
She’s about to hit her crescendo, and I stop. Her eyebrows furrow, and her lips are set in a straight line. Confusion hits her face and then anger. I smirk at her while sliding the two fingers that were in her cunt into my mouth and lick. “Good enough to eat.”
“Then do it,” she demands.
My fingers play with a strand of her long dark hair, “I will, gladly”—her face breaks into a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin—“once you say the words.”
Her hands fly to her hips, and she glares at me. “Now.”
I can’t help but bark a laugh. The girl has so much fire in her. “Oh no, principessa.” I push her against the wall, my fingers pressing into her delicate neck. “I’m the only one who gives orders around here.”
She slaps me hard across the face, and I’m so fuckin’ turned on. I grab the back of her neck, my forehead connecting to hers. “You don’t want to play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll win every fuckin’ time.” I grab her leg, putting it around my hip before my cock invades her warm pussy. My hand never leaves her neck, holding her against the wall. She slaps at me again. I smirk at her, which seems to infuriate her. She slaps at me a third time, but she never once asks me to stop. Stop isn’t what she is thinking as her eyes dilate and she lets out a moan through her perfect pink lips. “You’re so wet and ready for me, baby. Fight it all you want, but you're mine. You want me more than anything else in this world, just like I want you.”