Page 12 of Crowned in Sin
Her voice is feather soft. “I’ll scream.”
My dick hardens at the way she says it.Cazzo.
“This place has heard its fair share of screams.” I shrug as I invade her space. “Nobody will lift a finger when they hear yours.”
Her mouth falls open before closing, and her pupils widen so much that the emerald green of her eyes becomes a dark forest. I can practically hear her heart thudding against her chest, and she gasps when I reach up to stroke her face.
“Did you tell anyone about what happened that night?” Heat pulses in my throat. “I crossed an ocean's worth of trouble tonight and I still don't have an answer."
The disbelief on her face would be funny if I weren't so close to losing my patience. "You thinknowis the time? Did you really bring me here just so you can interrogate me?"
"I want to know if the answer is still no."
"And if it isn’t?" She lifts her chin, and the fire I've been missing sends my blood boiling. "Will you kill me too?”
I step even closer until I can feel her peaking nipples brushing against me through our clothes. “I could.”
She shivers, but to her credit, she doesn’t look away.
“You know what?" her voice climbs recklessly. "Maybe I’ll scream after all. Let everyone in this house know about how you put a bullet in your own?—"
My left hand–the same one that wiped away the blood from her face–grabs her by the back of her neck, and yanks her closer.
She yelps and her damning words die in her throat. The pulse in her neck goes wild under my fingers, and that flush spreading down her neck is unmistakable now.
“What’s wrong,piccola?” I breathe against her cheek. “I thought you were going to scream.”
The space disappears between our bodies–my chest to her shoulder and my thighs against her hip—and I smile when her hips rise up eagerly to meet mine. That single motion betrays her more than a thousand lying words ever can.
She can lie to me all night with her mouth, but never with her body.
“Maybe I should give you some encouragement.”
My right hand moves down past her hips, and the moment it makes contact against her thigh through her pants, she whimpers. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Then tell me to stop.”
She clenches her jaw shut. Her chest rises and falls, pushing her breasts into me with every breath.
“I thought so.”
I chuckle darkly as my hand moves up higher and higher until it settles between her legs. A wet and warm heat pulses against them. I yank her hair down to expose her throat and lave my tongue up the familiar taste of her neck.
My hand moves over the hem of her sweatpants, making contact with the soft skin of her belly, and I wait for a moment as I wait for her to say no.
But it never comes. I slide it underneath and find the thin material of her panties.
Fuck. She’ssoaked.
“I haven’t even started yet.” I drag my finger over the slick thin material of her panties, and she makes a low moan of pleasure that goes straight to my cock. “And you’re already fucking soaked.”
She raises her fists to pound against my shoulders, but her hips are gyrating against my hand to seek more contact.
“You want to know what I think?”
I hook my finger under the fabric, trace her slick wetness one more time, and pause to feel her clit throb under the pad of my finger.
“I think you like it when you watch me kill.” I slip the first finger in.
