Page 138 of When She Tempts (The Fallen)
“This conversation is over.” I make an attempt to brush by him, but his arm shoots out. He snatches me around the waist and pulls me against his chest.
“No, it’s fucking not, Martina,” he says, his mouth close to my ear.
I use all of my strength to shove him away. “What’s the problem? You tossed me away like I was garbage, and now… What is this? Are you jealous I’m going to give myself to Matteo? What did you expect me to do, become a nun?”
He advances on me. “You say his name one more time, and I swear the next time you utter it will be at his funeral.”
A treacherous butterfly appears in my stomach even as I back away. “Get over yourself, Giorgio. You said it yourself. We’re done.” I glance over his shoulder. “You should move away. Dem might come out, and I know how scared you are of him. If he sees us here alone, he might get the wrong idea.”
My back hits the wall, and he doesn’t waste a second before closing me in with his arms. His chest heaves. “He’s never going to be a good match for you.”
“You weren’t either, but we had fun together, didn’t we? That’s all you ever wanted from me.”
He angles his head, as if he can’t quite believe the words coming out of my mouth.
“Fun? What we had was madness,” he whispers, his eyes wild. “Alchemy.”
Electricity runs down my spine. “If it was madness, then I guess we’ve both finally regained our sanity.”
“Not me.”
Something softens inside my chest, something I desperately wish would stay as hard as stone. “You told me you don’t want me.”
“I never said that. I said that we’re done, but I was wrong. I made a mistake. You’re not something I can quit.”
Don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to him. Don’t—
But then his lips press against my throat, and my mantra disappears. He licks a trail from my collarbone to my ear, and I force the moan threatening to spill out back down my throat. “Stop it,” I breathe.
“No.”
My fingers tighten on his shirt. “We’re done.”
“Never.” He moves to the other side of my neck, repeating the same movement with his hot tongue. It sets off a flurry of pulses inside my core.
When he pulls back, I meet his eyes. “What about your revenge?”
“I’ll figure it out.” He presses his lips to mine and then pulls back. “I’ll have you both.”
How?He really is insane, because this is lunacy. A desperate, reckless act. But no matter how I try to convince myself, I can’t find the will to push him away. His scent envelops me. Our bodies connect, and it feels like coming home.
His tongue invades my mouth, sure and possessive. He drops one hand to cup my breast while the other cradles my nape. It’s dark out in the courtyard because I didn’t turn on the lights, but anyone can walk out here, and it wouldn’t take them long to spot us.
“It doesn’t work that way,” I whisper as he drags a spaghetti strap down my arm and tugs my tank top to expose my strapless bra. “You have to let me go.”
He makes an angry sound at the back of his throat and presses his forehead to mine. “I said I’ll figure it out. There is no other choice.”
Not waiting for my response, he presses his lips to the swell of my breast and then pushes my bra down. He darts out his tongue to my nipple. I moan, arching my back and giving him better access to the hard bud.
This is goodbye.We never got to say a proper one, so we have to do this now to put an end to our madness.
“You’re mine, Martina. You will always be mine.”
My eyes sting at his lies, but somehow, the heartbreak of this moment only heightens my pleasure. He moves to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, the same wanton desire.
Cupping my hand over his bulge, I rub him over his pants before I pull his zipper down and reach inside.
He groans, his erection twitching in my palm. When I swipe my finger over the tip, it’s wet with precum.
