Page 57 of Dangerous Intent

“It doesn’t.” She pushed her panties down the rest of the way, holding onto my shoulder as she stepped out of them. “But I like telling you what to do.”

“Don’t get used to it.” I guided her center to my face, breathing in her erotic scent. I rested my hand on her ass as I turned my head and kissed her slit.

“Ah…” She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked her. “That feels so good.”

Tasting her was the ultimate pleasure. Making her quiver and moan drove me insane with desire.

I squeezed her backside as I tongue-fucked her. She spread her legs, granting me full access to her clit. I licked and sucked, kissed and fucked until she exploded into my mouth.

Her screams echoed off the walls. If any of my guys came storming in to check on us, I swore to God, I would shoot them with no regrets.

Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto my cock, taking the lead again. I could relinquish this small bit of control if it helped her get through whatever was going on.

“Hell.” I breathed out when I was completely inside her. “Set the pace, princess. Fuck me.”

I pressed my hand against her back and grasped her hip in my other.

“I can do that.” She braced herself against my shoulders and lifted her hips, riding me slowly and deliberately. Arching her back, she heaved her breasts toward me and gazed into my eyes.

“You’re amazing.” I caressed her breasts with my mouth and blew on her nipples.

She clenched around me as she kept up her slow, steady tempo, taking her time loving me. This encounter was so far from our usual forceful and hurried rhythm, but it was no less intense. The connection between us grew stronger every day, but moments like this defined who we were.

We could be harsh and brutal. There were times when I wanted to kill her, but that wasn’t who we were at the core. Deep down, neither of us could survive without the other. We were one. We always would be.

“You get me,” she whispered.

“I was just thinking that about you.” I took her face between my hands and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her long and patiently.

After a few seconds, she rocked her hips, lifting up and sliding back down faster. Her body strained against mine as she contracted around my dick.

It was time to unleash. I grasped her waist in my unforgiving hold and thrust upward, changing the dynamic between us. She crushed her hands against the wall while I plowed into her, moving her rigorously but still keeping her close so I could feel her need.

“Marchello…” She let out a long, slow breath.

I lost myself in her beauty and released inside her, filling her with everything I had. Pushing my lips against hers, I kissed her fiercely, claiming her as mine.

Our wild hearts strummed against one another, bringing us even closer.

“I feel better.” She rested her head on my shoulder. “You always make me feel better.”

“I’m always going to be here.”

“Not when you’re in Miami,” she whispered.

“You can’t help yourself.” I shook my head. “Why can’t you control yourself?”

“I’m not trying to ruin the moment.” She sat up and smiled. “I’m just going to miss you. But I have your credit card, so I’ll be fine.”

“There’s my spoiled brat.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “How about a hot shower before bed?”

“Can we have sex again?”

“I think that’s a safe bet.” I gave her my hand and helped her off the floor.

Once I got up, I gently kissed her before turning on the faucet. Water flowed from the showerheads on the sides of the walls, and the overhead one rained down a warm stream. I guided Lissia into the center of the stall.

The slick heat of her body pressed against mine and the rhythmic thrum of the shower filling the air made the rest of the world fall away. For a moment, there was no Miami, no Collins—only us.