Page 14 of Vicious Secrets
Dinner passes with small talk and the occasional kiss or handhold that draws poorly hushed murmurs. For a society built on gore and violence, the Fedeltà are easily scandalized.
As Siro glides me around the dancefloor for our first dance, I do my best not to dive head-first into lust. The gentle touch on my lower back is all wrong in placement and intensity. His gaze is barely on my face and spent checking for God-knows-what around the ballroom.
But as soon as the dancefloor fills with other couples, I lose my mask. A flush burns over my nose when his eyes meet mine and catch me ogling him. Siro tugs me closer so our chests press together. He dips his chin down.
“What are tonight’s expectations?” I whisper.
“I think you already know. Careful,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. “Or I’ll mistake your intentions.”
In general, I do know. But with Siro, he could be expecting anything. Unfortunately, for the rational part of me, the unknown only fuels my desire.
“You’re not mistaken,” I say and smile softly.
“A kiss is all it took, huh?”
“It’s rude to call your wife easy.” I bite my bottom lip, stifling my laughter.
Siro chuckles and kisses the top of my head.
My breath catches in my throat. It’s an oddly tender gesture for what we’re faking.
When the song ends, he guides me off the floor but not back to our seats. Instead, he takes my hand and leads me straight from the reception hall. Heads turn as we walk, people dart out of our way, and whispers follow us on a delay.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, grabbing my skirt with my free hand so I can match his pace.
“I don’t want my men stealing you for dances,” he says without looking at me. His gaze is straight ahead like he’s on a mission.
I don’t speak until we’re in the elevator heading to our rooms. “Did we keep up appearances?”
Siro frowns at our reflection in the gold doors. “You were perfect, Robyn.”
His praise twists my gut in all the wrong ways. Stepping into the suite brings on a cold slap of reality.
This is real. I’m Siro Dirosa’s forever. And twelve hours from now, I’ll be living alongside him. Forever.
Siro fingers ghost up my bare arms as his lips press against the hollow of my neck behind my ear. “I won’t force you, Robyn, but I’d like a taste.”
A shudder rattles me to the bone. Goosebumps cascade down my chest and pebble my nipples. I tilt my head to give him more space. Maybe his affection will chase off the anxiety burning in my stomach.
He kisses along my jaw and down the center of my neck, highlighting the stark difference in our heights. The touches feel like he’s making up for however much time he lost to celibacy. From the way he’s nipping at my neck, his abstinence started before we met.
His attention is tender and affectionate and everything it’s supposed to be. Something that neither of us should want. Sex between us is a sidestep away from a casual hookup. It shouldn’t hold this level of intimacy.
The back of my dress tugs away from my body as Siro unzips it. I walk toward the bed when he’s done, letting the dress slip down my body as I cross the threshold into our room and leaving my bare back and ass on display. Somehow he didn’t notice during the garter retrieval that I skipped underwear today.
I reach out for the light switch and freeze when his voice rumbles behind me.
“Lights off.” His breath tickles my neck.
I nod and continue toward the bed, kicking my shoes off before crawling into the center. The low light from the other room does little more than outline Siro as he strips naked. I bite my lip as he exposes himself inch by inch, showing off flawless muscles and tattoos. I regret agreeing to keep the room dark.
The mattress dips as he kneels, and I don’t give him a chance to pounce first. Using all of my wound-up tension, I throw myself at him. Snagging his waist, I knock him on his back. Our mouths meet before his head lands on a pillow. I press my chest flush against his.
Siro groans against my lips, licking the seam of my own. I grant him entrance and tangle my tongue with his. My hands stroke over his arms, mapping each cord of muscle. He must spend all of his free time at the gym. No one’s built like this unless they’re dedicated to bodybuilding.
His abs tense under my pussy, drawing a gasp from between my lips. Siro’s hands drift up my thighs to grab my ass.
I dance one hand between our bodies. Siro sucks a breath between his teeth as I cup his cock. I frown. He’s half-hard. Maybe he doesn’t like gentle and romantic sex?
