Page 13 of Intrigue (Dark Syndicate #4)

It’s ominous, the way she says it, but again, I’ve been through worse so this doesn’t move me. Except, with the danger out of the way and the pain a little bit manageable, I see all that she is and I lose control.

“Come here…”

“You should go now.”

“Selene…”

She walks to me and raises a hand sharply. At first, I think she’s going to hit me but then it stays steadfast on my cheek. Without speaking, she gently caresses my face, eyes dark and cloudy with something I oddly recognize as desire.

“If you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna have to take you right here.”

When her trembling fingers drift downward to my mouth, I suck them into my mouth. It’s a dare. A filthy, twisted dare, and I’m hard as fuck already, bleeding or not.

“Sandro…” she breathes, voice cracking with need, and doesn’t think to pull away.

I push her back against the island, her ass hitting the edge, and she climbs on it like she’s been waiting for me to ruin her. I spread her legs wide open in front of me and swallow hard, my throat dry with raw, animal hunger.

“I’ve been thinking about your body for so fucking long. Know how many times I’ve had to stroke my cock raw, picturing you spread out like this? Fuck it—let me have you… I need to be buried balls-deep inside your tight little cunt right now.”

“We…we…can’t…” she stammers, but her thighs tremble, parting wider, betraying every weak word.

I can’t wait anymore. The animalistic urgency to fuck this woman before me collides into me with such feral speed it feels like I’m possessed.

I rip her flimsy dress off her body in one savage pull, the fabric tearing under my hands, and run a rough finger over her naked, hardened nipples.

They’re begging for me, desperately. I cup her heavy tits in my hands and squeeze hard, kneading them like I own her.

Her head lolls back, a slutty little moan slipping out as my hands claim her body, and I take that as my green light to drop my head down and suck her nipples into my mouth, biting just enough to make her squirm.

“Ooh…Sandro…we can’t,” she gasps, writhing beneath me aggressively. “I’m not going to have sex with you…please stop.”

But her protests are bullshit, and we both know it.

There’s nothing we can do to stop this sick, delirious obsession consuming us both.

I drag a greedy hand to the front of her soaked panties and flick the damp fabric aside, exposing her dripping pussy.

She trembles in my arms, fighting me off with weak little pushes, but I’m too far gone to care.

It’s a constant push and pull between us, this twisted dance of want and denial, but it happens, and I don’t stop.

“I told you, the more time it took for me to have you, the rougher I’d be—fuck, I warned you I’d wreck you,” I snarl, my voice thick with lust.

“Please stop…” she whimpers, but her hands fist in the front of my shirt, drawing me closer, and her legs spread wider, positioning my throbbing cock right against the slick heat of her pussy.

I know a part of her wants to push me off, but there’s a bigger, darker part that’s screaming for me, that knows she’s mine, that our fucked up chemistry is a live wire ready to burn us both alive.

“I want you now!” I growl into the tangled fall of her hair before grinding my body into hers, my erection pressing against her through my pants. “I want to taste every goddamn inch of your skin, lick the sweat off your thighs, but we don’t have time, so I’m just gonna fuck you senseless instead.”

“I’m engaged,” she whispers, voice limp and pathetic. “No…Sandro…”

I undo my belt with a vicious yank, pull out my pulsing cock, and stroke it right in front of her, letting her see how fucking hard she makes me. Pre-cum glistens on the tip, and I smear it over my length, jerking myself harder as her lips part, her eyes locked on me like she’s starving for it.

I push her panties aside then and swipe one finger through her drenched folds, groaning at how wet she is.

She jerks against me, nails clawing into my shoulders, and I shove another finger inside her, pumping in and out, obsessed with how her pussy clenches around me, slick and dripping, begging for more.

“Deny it all you want, but your cunt’s weeping for me. You’re mine, not his, say it, Selene, fucking say it!”

“I can’t.” She’s breathing hard, shivering like she’s about to break, but she chokes out, “Oh, God, this feels so…good…and so…bad.”

“Give in,” I growl, finger-fucking her faster, my thumb circling her clit. “You can hate me all you want with my hands tearing you apart, but let me have you here, now, because I need it. I need you, you little tease. I’m gonna split you open and make you scream.”

“Stop—Cassian’s—”

I cut her off with a brutal thrust, driving my cock into her so hard she cries out, her voice muffled against my shoulder as I pound into her with a force that’s pure, unhinged madness.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight…so goddamn good…your pussy’s sucking me in like it’s starved.”

Selene wraps her legs around my hips and holds me tighter, locking me into her dripping heat like she’s claiming me back. “Say that again, please…” she whispers, voice shaky and needy. “Tell me I make you feel good…”

“I like it when you order me around,” I rasp, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re fucking beautiful, my filthy little goddess. You make me feel…wonderful. Your tight pussy is like heaven, sucking me dry, and I’m gonna ruin it for anyone else.”

“Mm, that’s…oh, right there…yes…oh my God…” she moans, her hips bucking up to meet my brutal thrusts, her nails raking down my back like she wants to peel me open.

I pull out just to plunge into her again and again, each thrust harder, deeper, rattling the goddamn island beneath us. “Do you even know what you do to me?” I snarl, my voice cracking with desperation. “You’ve got me so fucked up, I’d bleed out just to feel you clench around me like this.”

“Sandro…” she whimpers my name like a prayer, her eyes glazed with lust and shame, and it drives me wild.

“Fuck—” I pound her harder, burying myself so deep she cries out, a raw, slutty sound she can’t hold back.

She doesn’t let me slow down, her legs tightening, pulling me in like she’s as lost in this sickness as I am.

I grunt with every thrust, my balls slapping against her, the need for release clawing at me, feral and desperate.

She breaks out with a sharp, “I’m going to come. Please…please don’t stop…” Her voice is a wrecked plea, and it’s music to my fucked up soul.

I shove a hand between us and rub her swollen clit with my thumb, rough and relentless, while still driving my cock into her soaked pussy.

“Come for me, you dirty little slut,” I growl.

“Scream my name while I fuck you, let him hear who owns you.” It sends her crashing over the edge, her body convulsing as she comes hard in my arms, whimpering and trembling, her juices coating me.

And I lose it too, spilling inside her with a guttural roar, pumping every drop into her tight heat to mark her as mine, to stain her so deep she’ll never wash me out.

Then, he calls her. Cassian. And she freezes, her breath hitching like a deer caught in a trap. “He’s coming down…”

I pull out of her, my cock still twitching, dripping with her and me, and pull my pants up, rearranging myself.

She scrambles to do the same, her torn dress hanging off her like a fucked out rag, a gaping rip exposing her flushed skin.

She presses her palm over it, trying to hide the evidence of our sin, but her thighs are slick with my cum, her nipples still hard under the shredded silk.

I go out through the window as I’d come, the cold air hitting my sweat-drenched skin. Cassian may have his ring on her finger, but now I know she’s addicted to me, to the way I break her apart.

I leave her with a mark, my seed leaking out of her, my scent clinging to her skin, my name burned into her soul.

I leave her with the knowledge that she’s all mine, no matter what she tells herself or him.

She’s fucked for me, and I’m fucked for her, and this twisted, rotten thing between us is only getting started.

***

The drive home pounds with victory and something darker. Blood still seeps through my hastily bandaged side. Every throb reminds me of her fingers on my skin, her teeth in her lip as she tried to stay quiet.

My phone buzzes. Angelo.

“It’s done,” he says. “But Moretti’s asking questions. They didn’t authorize that hit.”

“Let them ask.” I pull into my garage, knuckles white on the wheel. “Just keep your mouth shut.”

“And when the Don finds out?”

“He won’t.” Unless I want him to. “Get your story straight, you saw nothing.”

I end the call, climbing the stairs to my penthouse. The wound pulls with each step. In my bathroom, I examine the damage in harsh fluorescent light. The cut runs four inches along my ribs, deep enough to scar, shallow enough to heal. Worth it.

My phone chimes with a text. Selene.

You’re an asshole. I had to tell Cassian I spilled wine on my dress so I changed.

I type back: Bet you’re still wet.

Fuck you.

Again? So soon?

She doesn’t respond, but I picture her face flushing, thighs pressing together. The memory of her heat around me makes my hands itch to possess her again.

A shower washes away blood and grime. I dress the wound properly, mind racing through the next steps. The Moretti crew will be furious about their dead men. Good. Let them come. Every threat brings me closer to being Selene’s only safety.

My phone rings again—the Don this time.

“Someone hit our shipment,” I report before he can speak. “Moretti’s crew. We lost two of theirs.”

“Any of ours hurt?”

“Just me. Knife wound. Nothing serious.” I keep my voice neutral. “Want me to handle it?”

“No.” Papers shuffle on his end. “I’ll send a message myself. Rest up, son. We’ll need you ready.”

Son. The word tastes like ash. I think of Selene’s father calling me that while I fuck his daughter behind his back. While I plot to take everything he owns.

“Of course.” I end the call, pouring myself whiskey.

The amber liquid burns less than the guilt trying to surface. I didn’t expect her return to complicate things. The Moretti alliance was supposed to be my key to power, now it’s my weapon to win her. To keep her.

My phone buzzes one last time. Selene again.

Did you really get attacked or was this another of your tricks?

Smart girl. I consider lying, but she deserves better.

Does it matter? You still took care of me and came all over my dick.

Her response is immediate: I hate you.

No. You hate that you want me.

She goes silent again. I finish my drink, satisfaction warming my veins. The wound throbs in time with my pulse, a reminder of what I’ll sacrifice to possess her completely.

Let the Moretti crew rage. Let the Don trust me. Let Cassian play house with what’s mine. I’ll burn it all down to claim her, piece by bloody piece.

I touch the bandage, feeling Selene’s phantom fingers there instead. Soon, she’ll understand that some obsessions are worth destroying everything for.