Page 89 of Contempt

Renzo shrugged one bare shoulder, saying, “I’m not saying it’s gone now—I’m saying that it’s not as constant for me, anymore. It’s something I dig out and use when I need it, and when I need to be a different version of me. That’s what anger taught me; it forced me to do better and be better. I was angry with the people in my life that didn’t do anything for me, so I got mad enough that I did it for myself. I was so angry with life for fucking me over, and giving me the responsibility of shit that wasn’t mine to begin with that I got mad and used it to keep pushing me through it. That’s what you use it for.”

“Never thought of it like that.”

“It’s not something we actively think about—we just do it.”

Lucia nodded. “Yeah, maybe.”

“No maybe about it, baby.” Renzo tipped his head to the side, and winked. “But for us … what do you want?”

Didn’t he know?

“You.”

Renzo smiled lazily. “Good because that’s what I want, too. I don’t know how to love anyone else but you. Not the way that I love you, anyway.”

Yeah, she knew how that felt.

“What about when you have to go back to … The League, and I go back to Cali?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

He said it like it was obvious.

Simple.

True.

She didn’t have a choice but to believe him. God knew she wanted to believe him more than anything. They deserved to have the time to figure this out. Whatever this thing was between them, distance and time hadn’t killed it—it wasn’t dead yet. They needed to fix it.

Renzo tugged on her hand again, and Lucia did get up from the chaise that time. She fell into the bed with him, instantly locked into the bars of his arms as his mouth crashed down on hers. His kiss was hard—demanding. She didn’t mind at all.

It was just her luck that neither of them had pulled on any clothes after getting up to the hotel, and shedding them the night before. It took him no time at all to pull Lucia up by wrapping his hands around her hips, and tugging her higher.

“Sit on my face, and let me play,” he uttered thickly.

“God.”

“Yeah, baby. You can call me God for a while.”

Her thighs rested on either side of his head as he pulled her down on his face. His nose nuzzled in close to her clit as his tongue worked her pussy. He rotated between fucking her with his mouth, and his fingers. Getting her wet, and ready.

She was shaking before long.

Ready to come before she knew it.

“Right there,” she mumbled, rocking her hips against his motions. “Fuck, right there …”

One of his hands drifted behind her sex, and two wet fingers pushed into her ass as his tongue came up to lash against her clit while his other hand worked at her sex. She was getting him from all angles—driving her crazy three different ways.

She came harder than ever.

“Fuck, Ren …”

“Yeah,” he groaned, his approval thick as he pulled away from her pussy just enough to watch her down below. She shook her way through that orgasm, and his fingers only slowed in her pussy and ass when her trembling stopped. “Damn, that was something, huh?”

Lucia laughed.

“Yeah, something.”