“That’s not possible.”
“I assure you it is very possible.”
He drew a hand up her bare thigh, her uniform allowing full access to all the soft, supple skin he wanted.
“Matteo,” she whispered and they both gave in to a kiss. He took her mouth. Easy at first but lust burned too hot for easy. One stroke of the tongue and she opened. He plunged in, their tongues warring, breaths mixing.
After last night he hungered too deeply to go gently on her. “I couldn’t sleep all day for wanting more of you, cariña.”
He palmed her ass and growled when her wet heat came up to settle over his swollen shaft. Her legs going around his waist so easily.
Gentle fingers turned rough when they buried into his thick hair.
“I’m going to take you in ways no man has ever taken you. And then I’ll watch as my blood brothers fuck you one at a time. Get away from me, Seraphina. Run for your life,” he growled.
Her hammering pulse lured the monster inside him to the surface.
He pressed his lips to her neck and the lust-crazed woman tilted her head.
“Seraphina,” he murmured.
She opened her eyes and what stared back at him sealed all their fates.
He thrust a hand between them, stroked a thumb over her clit, her heat slicked and wet, ready for him to claim her. Dripping her arousal over his fingers Matteo worked her until her body grew tense and she stood at the edge of her orgasm.
He freed his length, shoved her thong to the side, and sank balls deep into her slick pussy.
They both groaned. “What are we doing?”
“Fuck, Seraphina. you should have run.” He drew out and slammed how. He fucked her hard. Fast. Without mercy.
She tried to cry out. But her teeth clamped down on her lower lip and all she could manage was a deep groan. Hard nails dug into his scalp, his neck. She held him close and rode him. Rode him until his orgasm sat at the base of his spine.
“Come for me. Come for me now,” he roared, uncaring of who heard them. “Scream my name you fucking, witch. I swear to God you’ve cast a spell over me.”
“Matteo,” she cried as both of their releases hit hard, over taking his senses. “Matteo, don’t stop.”
Gripping her ass, he continued to pound into her, his dick still hard and hungry. He drove into and fucked her faster until either of them could breathe. A second orgasm gripped his balls and he spilled himself into her as another climax rolled through her. Together they stood panting into the darkness.
He pulled back, letting her feet slip to the floor. Between them his dick hung, coated in her girl-cum finally sated for the moment. He gripped her face between his palms. “You’re a fucking temptress. A witch. I know it. Go.” he growled lowly, keeping his hands on the wall so he didn’t grab her back to him. her curls hung mussed around her face and she looked damn gorgeous.
Her beautiful lips opened to say something but he shook his head. One word from her and he’d do exactly what he threatened Sevastyan he’d do. Take her home and never let her leave him.
He cupped her face and placed a kiss on the corner of her lip. “Go while you can, Seraphina.” He could see just the barest of a trimmer in her lower lip and it broke his blackened heart. She smoothed a hand down her bodice and straightened what she had of a skirt over the ass. With one final look back, she turned the corner and rushed out of sight.
Sevastyan would kill him, but a taste of heaven was worth the wrath of the devil. Matteo’d die happy. He turned to the camera high up in the corner, kissed his middle fingers, and held them up knowing Lucian watched him take their bewitching queen. The other men might want to deny it, but he knew she'd be wearing their crown soon enough.
If they didn’t die trying to find a killer first.