Page 37 of Secrets of the Brother
I pressed my lips against hers as I snarled, “You let another man touch you?”
It wasn’t fair.
It wasn’t even close to right.
I was a complete bastard for being angry.
And I didn’t give a fuck.
“Enzo, wait—”
I pressed my fingertips into her soft cheeks, forcing her lower jaw down and her mouth open.
I then fell on her.
Pushing my tongue inside.
Tasting her. Claiming her. Sucking the air from her body.
Her torso bucked as she pulled on her wrists.
I wouldn’t relent.
No one would call this a kiss. I was smothering her.
Stealing her breath. It was as if I were trying to swallow her essence whole.
When I finally relented, she gulped in great gasps of air.
Her mouth was bruised and the delicate flesh around her lips red from the brush of my beard.
I released her wrists.
She immediately turned and yanked on the doorknob, reaching for the key. It fell from the keyhole and rattled to the tile floor.
I reached for the hem of her sweater and yanked it violently over her head.
She screeched in protest.
I tossed it aside as I pulled at the clasp of her bra, bending the thin metal hooks until they snapped. The straps fell loose over her shoulders.
She cast a glance over her shoulder, wrapping her arms over her breasts to cover them. “Enzo, don’t do this!”
The silk scarf which had been covering her hair hung loose, exposing her silky, mink-brown curls. Her head snapped back as I wrenched the scarf off and stuffed it into my back pocket. I then reached around her body to yank off her bra.
She resisted.
I won.
Bare from the waist up, Bianca raised her arms and banged on the door. “Help! Someone!”
Pulling her body back flush against mine, I palmed her breasts. “No one can hear your cries.”
I fell on her neck, dragging my teeth up its length as I pinched her nipples.
I moved my right hand over her stomach, down to her torn skirt. Fisting the fabric, I tore it the rest of the way until it fell in a useless pile at her feet.
She was now standing in only her pretty pink panties and high heels.
