Page 29 of Don’t Break My Heart (Secrets of Ravens Hollow #3)

When we get back to the villa, I disappear straight to my room.

It’s been bleached and scrubbed, the pool drained and refilled after what happened in here the other night.

Until tonight I haven’t felt comfortable to stay back in here, but I have no interest in sleeping in any of their rooms tonight.

I need to be alone with my thoughts. I feel panicky and out of control in a whole new way.

All I wanted was to get back to Ravens Hollow to my club, but now.

.. Now I can’t. We have to stay, at least until I can clean up their clubs and help the women working in them.

I also know I need to find a way to get through to Daisy.

Keeping her heart locked up tight won’t save her like she thinks it will.

It’s an empty existence, she deserves better.

I pace the length of my room trying to think.

Is Dante a better option? What the fuck will Valentine do when he works out his brothers are going to cut him off?

I have a million questions and no answers.

Knowing there is nothing else I can do to help anyone tonight, I get out of my expensive dress and have a quick shower, ready for bed.

Propping up a couple of pillows behind my head, I pull out my phone and type “Moretti clubs” into the search engine.

A list of ten clubs pops up, followed by a write-up of a couple of them from a media outlet I know is owned by the family.

Italy’s most exclusive and high-end experience, it says, showing an image of the club we visited the first night I was here.

I guess it helps with promotion when you run the fucking media as well as all the entertainment.

But nowhere on this list is the place we met Dante at tonight.

What was that place? I didn’t see a name and all Dante gave me was an address on that card he handed me.

It’s like it doesn’t even exist. Maybe that’s what the family want most of this city to believe.

Orlando appears in the doorway with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand, and I wonder how long he’s been standing there watching me. His lips quirk up at the sides like he’s testing the waters with me. They are fucking icy, Orlando.

“What do you want?” I snip, not up for another fight tonight.

He raises a brow and pushes off the wall. “I think we need to talk.”

I roll my eyes. “So, you brought wine? Whiskey would have been a better option,” I say, bitchy as all hell.

He moves further into the room, coming to sit beside me. “Let’s start with the wine, hey, treasure.” He cracks open the bottle, fills my glass, and passes it to me. He places the other glass and the bottle on my bedside table.

I take a big swig, wondering why he’s looking at me the way he is. An hour ago, when we got back to this place, he was mighty pissed and stormed off in the opposite direction with Romeo. But now there is a hint of lust in his eyes alongside curiosity. At least I think that’s what this look is.

“What were you looking at on your phone?”

“Nothing important,” I mutter, trying to play it cool.

“Still lying to me.” He huffs, leaning back into my headboard.

I pull a face, like is he kidding me, with all the shit he has lied to me about? “I don’t have to tell you everything I do.”

His eyes narrow. “Rule five. When I ask you a question, you answer honestly, even if the truth hurts you or me,” he snips .

I throw my drink back and hold the glass out for him to top me up. “We’re not still fussing over your ridiculous rules, are we? I feel like it’s time we moved on from that shit.”

His glare intensifies. “My rules are in place to keep you safe.”

“Yeah, I remember. Obey me, and I will keep you safe. Break the rules, and I can’t promise protection—from me or anyone else, ” I mock him. He and Onyx are the same, all control and no trust in me, and I’m about done with it.

He moves quickly, trapping me beneath his body in one move.

Stradling my waist, his large hands encircle my wrists as he pins them above my head.

He glares down at me, nostrils flaring like a raging bull.

“If you want to survive with me, learn to be a good girl and play nice. It’s fucking simple, Sloane, but you can’t play by the rules, can you.

You think you know better, think you’re tough enough to survive anything.

Let me make one thing fucking crystal clear for you—without me and the other three men out there, you wouldn’t still be alive. ”

My whole body stiffens with rage. “Without me, you wouldn’t still be here either. Does that make you weak and not able to take care of yourself?” I snip back because fuck him.

He cracks his neck. “You…” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if trying to control himself. “What the fuck happened that night while I was recovering? The truth.”

I try to buck him off me, needing space, but he doesn’t budge.

He just glares down at me all fucking broody and gorgeous.

How can this man angry as hell be a turn-on.

I should hate him right now. “I caught your fucking piece-of-shit brother on a phone call, cursing out whoever was on the other end of the call for shooting you and not me. He had orchestrated that whole thing, knowing where we would be and what time we would leave the club. He wanted me dead. ”

His body tightens. “The fucker is dead.”

“I dealt with him, Orlando, there was no reason for any of you to get involved.”

“Dealt with him how?” he growls, his forehead creasing in that way that tells me he’s about to lose his shit. So much for let’s talk and drink wine. There is no talking to this man.

I try to buck off the bed, needing space from him. But he’s too damn strong for me and keeps me in place just where he wants me. “Pulled a gun on him and made sure he knew if he tried anything like it again, it would be me putting the final bullet in his head.”

“For fuck’s sake, Sloane, you can’t…” He loosens his grip on me and stands, running a hand through his stubbly jaw. His frustration is palpable.

It gives me a chance to take a full breath without his weight on top of me. Fuck, he’s so intense.

“You can’t just throw threats around with these people, Sloane,” he mutters, and I hear his annoyance with me. “It’s not like talking to me or the other boys. We go easy on you because you’re ours.”

“It worked, he backed off.”

His eyes lock with mine. “Or he’s being more careful in planning your demise.”

I throw my hands up in the air, so fucking frustrated. “Why can’t you trust me to take care of myself?”

He pins his stare on me in a way that kind of scares me and makes me back up the bed away from him. “You’re too important. We can’t afford mistakes when it comes to you,” he roars, his voice vibrating off the walls.

I stare up at him, my breathing sharp and painful. What the hell does he want from me? I didn’t ask for any of this. It was forced on me, and I’m just coping as best as I know how. “I was never going to be the obedient wife your papa wanted for you, you know me better, Orlando, don’t you?”

He offers a half smile like he’s only just come to the realization of who I am and now he feels sorry for me.

He drops a knee to the bed, his eyes locking on mine like a beast about to tear his prey apart.

“I knew.” He grabs me in one quick move.

One hand to the back of my neck, the other to my waist, he lifts me, stealing my breath completely.

“That’s why I fell in love with you. You’re everything I shouldn’t want.

Everything that’s wrong for me. And it only made me crazier for you. ”

I blink up at him, his grip on me firm but not painful.

He stares at me like he doesn’t know what to do with me.

This man makes me so fucking furious with all his control issues, but when I look deep into his dark eyes, I’m lost in the depths of his soul and how deep our connection is.

“You have to let me be who I am,” I whisper, pain lodging in my chest because I know if he can’t, this will never last. It can’t.

“You’re right.” His lips meet with mine, and he kisses me like he needs my lips on his to breathe.

I wrap a hand around the back of his neck and cling to him, feeling just the same, a desperate craving to taste him, to have his tongue invade my mouth and his body control mine.

Right from the beginning this thing with us was destined for destruction, but somehow, we can’t resist each other.

No matter how angry I am with him or him me, we still crave each other like crazy.

As our kiss deepens to brutal, his hand slides down my body and under my silky nightdress. “Fuck, Sloane, you kill me.” He moans into my lips as his fingers slide over the mound of hair and through the folds of my slick pussy.

A shiver runs through me, sending a fresh wave of arousal to my lady parts.

I’m desperate for him to fill me up with his fingers.

But he toys with me, exploring every part of me as his finger runs over my clit.

Gazing up at him, I wonder how he so easily flipped my anger toward him.

“Not as much as you kill me.” As he continues to play with me, I help him shrug out of his jacket and untuck his shirt.

He winces when my fingers trail over his injury.

“It’s too soon,” I tell him, not wanting to pop his stitches.

His eyes lock with mine, dark and dangerous and sexy as hell, and I already know he doesn’t fucking care that he nearly died a week ago. “I have waited long enough.” He shoves me down to the comforter with a firm hand on my stomach then pushes my legs out wide and dips his head to my pussy.

I moan into the room when his tongue follows the same path his fingers just did, teasing me in the best way possible.

“Oh, dear Lord.” My eyes roll back in pleasure as he tastes me, sucking on my clit before licking every part of me. I have completely forgotten what we were fighting about. Like this, Orlando is perfect.

I reach for him, my fingers lacing into his long hair as I greedily ride his face as he eats me.

Taking a pillow, he lifts my ass higher, placing it under my back before shoving my legs out wider so he can study me, his dark eyes filled with heady lust. “You’re so fucking perfect, treasure.

Pretty and pink and dripping just for me.

” He pushes a finger inside of me and twists, forcing a moan from my lips.

He follows it up quickly with a second digit, watching as he finger-fucks me with a look of pure lust in his eyes.

I buck under him, what he’s doing to me just too damn good. Our eyes meet, and he knows I’m close.

“Now, treasure.” He grins, knowing the control he has over my body. He plays me like a fucking instrument.

I see stars and fucking fall apart, shamelessly riding his hand as I cum in euphoric waves .

He keeps pumping in and out of me with his fingers as his mouth drops back down to my pussy and he eats me up, licking, sucking, taking every last drop of my release.

When he’s satisfied his thirst, he crawls up the bed, cradling my face in his hands before he pulls me back toward him, crashing his lips with mine.

“You taste so fucking good, I could never have enough of you.” The pained way he says it kind of breaks my heart a little for him.

I smirk back up at him. “You never have to, I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips are gone as he kisses down my chest, tugging my nightdress free, his hands cupping my tits as he massages them. His mouth is everywhere.

He stands, removing his pants, his massive cock jumping free. Pre-cum is beading at the tip already. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him as well. “Not tonight, treasure, I need to fuck you.” He says it like it’s a matter of life and death.

He rolls onto his back and takes me with him, so my legs are spread out wide and I’m straddling him.

One by one I unbutton his shirt, opening it so I can see how bad his injury is.

It’s still wrapped in a fresh white bandage, and my heart sinks, knowing he took that bullet for me.

If he wasn’t there, I would be dead. What he said earlier wasn’t wrong.

I reach down, cupping his face in my hands. “I do appreciate what you do for me.”

“Don’t look at me like that, treasure.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m broken.” His fingers dig into my bare ass, and he rocks me over his hard cock, showing me how not broken he is .

“Not broken, just a little damaged.” I kiss down his chest, carefully missing where the bullet got him this time. Then I lift my hips and lower onto his cock, moaning as he fills me up.

I rock over him, enjoying the small amount of control he’s finally letting me have. It might be because he’s not supposed to be engaging in any physical activity until his wound has healed, but I’m going to take it. Watching him come undone with every rock of my hips is damn empowering.

He reaches up, playing with my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers in a way that sends delicious signals right through my body.

I pant and moan, my cries filling the air as I rock faster, my swollen clit pulsing with every thrust. His fingers dust down my body and dig into my hips as he becomes more desperate.

“You’re so beautiful like this, treasure.

” His voice sounds pained, and I worry that I might be hurting him.

But he digs his fingers in tighter and moves with me, fucking me every bit as hard as I’m rocking over him.

I feel like my body is possessed, moving of its own accord, chasing the high that he gives me so damn well. My pussy tightens, and all of a sudden, I’m seeing stars again. “Orlando.” His name slips from my lips as a cry.

He bucks into me, filling me with his own release.

“Treasure,” he cries his name for me. Then he pulls me in close, so close our foreheads are touching.

His hand takes mine, and I feel him absentmindedly trace the ring he gave me as our breathing starts to return to normal.

I have no idea how long we hold each other like this, but it’s everything.

Eventually he rolls me off him and sits up. He stares at the wall in front of him, slightly out of it, I think. I know I am still riding the high he gave me. He turns back to me. “You want that whiskey now?”