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“You’re lying.”
I batted my eyelashes up at him, trying to understand what he meant.
Then, he tilted his head to the right. “You’ve already forgiven me for Moscow?” Oh yes, when he choked and tried to drown me at the same time… fun times.
“You wouldn’t really have killed me.”
His hand wrapped around my throat, taking me aback and I smiled. “I like it when you’re rough,” I mused, allowing my hands to curl around his forearm. “Show me, Antonio,” I taunted as he walked me backwards. “Show me that you’re just like him. Just like Alex—“ he tugged me to him, smashing his lips to mine and I squeezed my eyes shut, my body going stiff.
His arm wrapped around my lower back, holding my body to his.
The heat radiating off his body collided with mine and my face relaxed as my lips parted, allowing him in.
Our tongues danced to a dangerous rhythm as my arms slid up, wrapping around his neck. I was consumed by the kiss as my body surrendered to him. To his kiss.
Effortlessly, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me back to the bed, lowering me with his body never leaving mine.
His lips traveled down my neck and my eyes fluttered closed, my heart racing at the feel of his hips rocking against mine. “Antonio,” I sighed in protest, gripping his shoulders but when his mouth found the sensitive spot in my neck he sucked long and hard, making my back arch off the bed.
I moaned, feeling his erection rock against my clit. The friction soothed the ache, and his hand traveled up to cup my breast.
My mouth gaped open, pleasure buzzing between my thighs as our hips collided. He left a trail of kisses up my jaw until our lips met again, our kiss turning fast. Wet. Desperate.
I pushed him back, flipping us over and my mouth was back on his. His hand gripped my hips, the sting pulling a soft moan from me as I rocked against him.
His hand found my nape as he controlled the kiss, lifting his hips beneath me and I whimpered, unable to control myself.
He grew harder beneath me, his mouth feasting on mine as though I was the oxygen his lungs needed. As though my body was the missing puzzle piece.
Our hips moved to a dangerous rhythm as my hands cupped the sides of his face, lost in the frenzy. His hand slipped down to my ass and he squeezed, making me roll my hips harder against him.
I broke the kiss with a whimper, my eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure building inside of me.
My fingers curled around his throat as I slipped my hand down his pants, fisting his hard erection and his body surrendered beneath me with a rough groan.
His cock twitched in my palm and I smiled, stroking him to a painfully slow pace as my finger pushed down on his hammering pulse.
Dragging my hand up his length I squeezed his engorged head, his precum slipping between my fingers. He whimpered, his hips thrusting into my hand and I grinned, trailing kisses down the front of his throat.
“Nirah,” he whimpered, his ab muscles contracting as his head fell back, pushing back against the pillows.
I pressed my tongue flat against the base of his throat, licking up to his ear and he shuddered, his eyes squeezed shut in blissful pain.
I pumped him fast, slipping my free hand through his hair with a slight tug as I pressed my lips to his.
He flipped us over, pinning me down as his mouth latched onto mine. “Antonio.“ I breathed between kisses. “We—” his hand curled around my throat, cutting me off.
My eyes shot open as a sharp pain in my side ripped me out of my haze.
Steadily, he lifted his head and I met his cold, dark eyes. He brushed a few strands of hair behind my ear, gently cupping the side of my face.
My face contorted with pain as I stared up at him, unable to get any words out.
I looked down to see his knife right underneath my heart, blood slipping from the wound.
Holding my breath I met his eyes once again, watching him lean in to brush his lips against mine. Then, he trailed the back of his four fingers down my cheek.
“You missed, asshole.” I forced out, reaching down to wrap my hands around his wrist in an attempt to keep the knife steady.
