Page 106 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

His clenching teeth.

Her name in his mouth.

All of it.

She needed it like she needed air.

Calisto let go of her waist to grab a fistful of thehair at the back of her head. She laughed breathlessly with his hand at herthroat and his other one in her hair.

“So much better,” she told him when he startedpounding into her again.

It was always better when he fucked her harder. Somuch better when he grabbed a fistful of her hair so he could pound into hereven deeper.

“You know it, kitten,” she heard him say.

His voice was deep, thickened with his need.

Then his whispers started.

That dirty fucking mouth of his.

Fuck that cock, Emmy.

Show me how you want it.

Take it like that, kitten.

It was wrong—he made her feel filthy.

But she didn’t want it any other way.

Emma screamed and shivered her way through anotherorgasm that turned her into nothing but mess of sensations and jumbledthoughts. She felt Calisto’s seed paint warm streams against her ass not fiveseconds later.

Her name was the only thing he said.

The most beautiful things sometimes came from thefoulest of deeds.

She knew it was true.

Calisto was her proof.

Calisto

There was nothing like seeing the love of your life beheld by another man. It was a knife straight to Calisto’s gut each time Affonsopulled Emma back to his side, and put his arm around her waist. Even worse, waswhen the man turned her head, and kissed her.

It was like white, hot lava had been poured straightinto Calisto’s nervous system.

He was enraged.

Jealous.

A goddamn mess.

But he couldn’t do anything.

Affonso had finally made an effort to visit Calisto’snewest club. He’d changed up his routine by having his twice monthly tributelocation changed.

Just this once, Affonso toldhim.