Page 125 of Heartless Heathens

Her lip quivered again and he didn’t hesitate before closing his lips around hers. His hand raked through her hair and she locked her arms around his neck but he broke the kiss short.

“Promise me you won’t,” he demanded.

“I promise.” She nodded her head, eyes twinkling in the night.

WhileFelixheldthedelicate fabric of my sanity in his hold, slowly healing me and turning me into something complete. Corvin could make me feel invincible. Even though I couldn’t stop shaking in his arms, it was more than just fear running through my body. It was a sense of victory, one he’d created in me. There was something about watching him and Sonny break someone’s bones with their bare hands that uncovered something hidden inside of me.

The skin of his knuckles were torn open.

For me.

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, the adrenaline still pumping violently inside my heart. He cupped my butt cheeks, lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, breathing in his comforting scent while he walked us back into the house.

“I lied, Romina,” he said, kicking his shoes off and kissing me.

“About what?” I breathed out, breaking our kiss.

“About not being able to love you. It would be impossible for anyone to not love you,” he said before pressing his lips against mine again, walking us into the bathroom.

His hands squeezed and moved up and down my body, my legs still wrapped around his waist to hold me up. The hardness of his erection was firmly pressed against my center and when his hand found my breast I whimpered into his mouth.

“Did he touch you?” he asked, the line of his jaw hardening from clenching his molars together.

“No.” I shook my head.

“You did really good, little lamb.” He assured me. “But I’ll still kill him if you want.” His nostrils flared widely and he pressed his forehead down against mine.

He would have.

I knew it.

I just had to say the words.

Would I though?

Did I have it in me to take away someone’s life? Even if just with my words?

What if it damned me?

What if it healed me?

“What I want is you,” I told him, repeating his confession to myself silently.

He told me he loved me.

I wasn’t even sure if I knew what it meant but when I looked at him, I knew I felt it too, the same way I felt with Felix.

“You have me,” he said, and I looked behind him to see Felix at the door, Sonny behind him, watching from the hallway.

Corvin chuckled like he could read my mind. “You have them too, little lamb. Just say the words.”

He dropped me to my feet and walked me into the shower, step by step almost like a predator, honed in on its next meal. I backed up slowly, biting my lip in anticipation and ignoring the chill in my bones from my still wet clothes.

Corvin turned the handle on the shower and soon the hot spray of the water was coming down on both of us. He pulled at the straps of my dress, tugging them past my shoulders so I could shimmy my way out of it. I nudged the wet pile of fabric off to the side with my foot while he slipped his blood splattered shirt off. A low humming came from his chest that traveled up through his throat but never made its way out of his mouth.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said and I shook my head.

“You can’t hurt me.” I reached for his belt with my uninjured hand, removing it before undoing his pants with his assistance.