Page 17 of Intrigue (Dark Syndicate #4)

No more words come out.

He tilts his head. “That’s what I thought.”

I hate him. I hate him. But my body doesn’t. It never has.

Alessandro exhales, something dark shining in his eyes. “You’re shaking.”

I am.

Because the second I do this, it’s over. No more pretending. No more fighting. If I touch him now, I’ll never stop.

“Selene,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing my jaw. “I need you to say it.”

The words burn. But they come anyway.

“I want you,” I whisper.

His breath catches. Then he kisses me.

Not like before. Not like destruction. Like possession.

Like I’ve belonged to him since the beginning.

His hands slide into my hair, his body pressing me back against the wall, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that hasn’t dulled in five years.

I don’t fight it. I don’t want to.

His tongue parts my lips, deepening the kiss, dragging me under. My fingers fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, because I need him closer.

I don’t care that I shouldn’t.

I don’t care that this is wrong.

Because nothing has ever felt so right.

His hands find my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I feel him—every sharp, hard part of him, all heat and power and barely restrained control.

“Say it again,” he demands, his mouth tracing my jaw, my throat, my collarbone.

My nails rake down his back. “I want you.”

A groan rips from his chest, rough and wrecked, and then he’s lifting me, carrying me to the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

I ought to stop this. But I don’t. I won’t.

Not tonight.

Because tonight, I don’t want to be Cassian’s.

I don’t want to be anything but his.

“I want to fuck you senseless right now, but I also need you to sit on my face. Either way, that’s fucking heaven. See my dilemma? You’ve got me so hard I can’t even think straight.”

Oh lord!

He’s got a body of sin and a dirty mouth to go with it and staring back at him, I realize this is what I’ve always wanted. To be claimed and owned and given enough power to burn the world to the ground, then fucked into the ashes until I’m nothing but his.

“Is that all you want?” I ask, voice trembling, daring him to break me first.

He caresses my cheeks like it’s a fragile flower, like he’s afraid his coarse hands might hurt me when, in fact, those hands incite a belly of fire running up my veins and down to the soft bud between my thighs, pulsing and aching for him.

“Take off your clothes,” he says. “Right now, Selene. Strip for me, nice and slow, so I can watch every inch of you come undone.”

I stare at him, defiance evident, but my hands move anyway.

He pulls out his phone, turns it on and shows me the picture he’d been looking at before I broke in.

“I have a dozen of your pictures from before. The ones you used to send. I saved them all. I look at them every time I have a bad day or a good day.” He chuckles but there’s no humor in his eyes, just a hollow, obsessive edge.

“I was looking at them just now because I was horny, and I needed release. Jerking off to you like some sick fuck. And now you’re here.

It’s as if I conjured you up by my need.

Do you understand what I’m saying? I need to touch you.

I need to bury myself in you until I can’t tell where I end and you begin. ”

I undo the wrap and shrug the dress off my body, letting it pool at my feet like a surrender. He hisses.

“You aren’t wearing anything underneath? Fuck! You came here bare for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes...”

“I want you like this all the time. No panties from now on.”

I nod. “You can touch me, if you want.” My voice is a dare, a plea, a fucking mess.

There’s no hesitation in his hands when his fingers brush the undersides of my breasts, rough and possessive.

He fits them in his hands and squeezes, hissing again like he’s about to lose it.

“You have these perfect tits, Selene, the kind that are hard to look away from, the kind I want to mark up and ruin.”

I run my tongue over my lips and bite down, moaning as he rubs his thumb over the hardness of my nipples and twirls, sending jolts straight to my core.

“Your body is beautiful. It’s what I think about, what I stroke myself to every single night since you came back. Picturing you like this, spread out, begging for my cock.”

“Sandro…” My voice cracks, needy and wrecked.

His hands drift to my belly where he draws a circle there.

It lights me up, a spark to gasoline. He snakes his fingers downward to my pussy lips where he strokes once, twice, before slipping those fingers back in his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan.

His eyes darken considerably, doing something I’m surprisingly proud of, turning him into a beast I’ve unleashed.

“Where’s Cassian?”

I don’t have to think. “Home.”

“And you’re here because you need me more, right?”

“Don’t—”

“I want you to say it. Heaven knows I want to have you right now but I’m not going to unless you tell me what I want to hear. It is all part of the deal. Say it, Selene. Tell me you’re here to get fucked like the dirty little thing you are because I’m better than he could ever be.”

I suck in a breath. This is no show of power, at least not from me.

I’d come here to show him he’s not the only one with the cards set right but I think I’ve fallen back into his web, tangled in his filthy threads.

Still, he gives it to me straight by asking me to voice out my desires and while I know I shouldn’t, I give in, letting the words spill like venom.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Sandro, and I hate it.

I hate that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you fucking me in my kitchen while there was a chance we could be caught.

I hate it and yet…I need to feel that way again.

I need you to make me come. I need you to fuck me until I can’t breathe, until I’m nothing but yours. ”

I’m breathless when I stop speaking, chest heaving, pussy throbbing.

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs, voice ragged. “You’ll be the death of me, Selene. But fuck if I don’t want to die buried in you.”

But even as he says this, he’s picking me up and carrying me to his room, hands bruising my hips like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. He launches me on the bed and begins to pick apart his clothes one at a time, his fingers working at a quick pace, trembling with need.

Once naked, he climbs onto the mattress, cock hard and leaking, and trails kisses around my ankle, a deceptively tender start.

His cock bounces up the insides of my thighs as he wedges himself between my legs, positioning his frame to take me in, to claim me whole.

“Look at me,” he drawls, voice thick with command.

I do. I look deep into his eyes just to see the fire there, where he holds me deep. The vulnerability there turns me inside out—raw, jagged, a man unmade. It’s the first time I’m seeing him so torn, so unable to hold back and so desperate that my body immediately surrenders to him, wet and willing.

“You feel good. I love when you look at me slide in and out of you. Look at what you do to me…fuck, you’ve got me obsessed, Selene. I’m fucking ruined for you.”

I drip for him, soaked and shameless. Blood rushes up my body to my head and stays. I’m lightheaded and drowning in how much I want him, so I turn to my side and bend my leg at the knee, opening myself up like a fucking offering.

“Take me, Sandro. Please, please, please…fuck me until I break.”

He strokes his cock with his hand, eyes never leaving mine, before guiding his erection to my pussy.

He doesn’t slide in fully but gives me the tip, just enough for me to feel like I might die if he doesn’t fuck me, a cruel tease that has me whimpering.

He slides between my slick folds, wetting his erection with my juices and making me tremble against the sheets.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of this…

of you…” he groans, voice cracking with want.

He probes a finger between the lips of my sex and artfully massages my clit until all the power disappears from my bones, from my mind and from my soul, leaving me a panting, desperate mess.

“You turn me into something of an animal. I want to fucking devour you, Selene.”

“Sandro…stop teasing me and fuck me, God damn it. I need it—need you—now.”

He drops his head to my breasts, sucking my nipples one at a time, roughly, like he wants to pull them off. He strokes, twirls and licks until there’s nothing left inside of me but the desire to accommodate him, to die with him, impaled on his cock, lost in his filth.

And that’s when he thrusts in. I let out a sharp gasp as he hits that delicious spot and Sandro stops. He doesn’t slide out or move, just stays inside of me like that, hands in my hair, cock pulsing like it owns me.

“Sandro?” I feel him throb inside me.

“Hmmm?”

“What happened?”

He shakes his head, breath shaky. “If I move inside of you right now, I’m afraid I’m going to come so fast. Give me a minute, baby. Let me feel you clench around me first. You’re so fucking tight, it’s killing me.”

I swallow hard, pulsing with a need as he settles inside my wet pussy, stretching me, filling me. And then finally, finally—

He slides deeper into me until I can feel him nearly hitting my core, a brutal, delicious invasion. He shifts his weight and grinds and my head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream. The impact is like a car hitting a brick wall and I feel it everywhere—shattering me, remaking me.

“Mmm…yeah…just like that…fuck me harder, Sandro…”

He thrusts in and out of me without a pattern for a brief minute before finding a rhythm and pounding my pussy. He’s not particularly fast or rough but he fucks me like that, like this is something he’s wanted for way too long—like I’m his to destroy.

His sweat clings to me and mine to him, our bodies slick and fused.

The sounds of his heavy breathing, my loud moans and our wet bodies meeting reverberates in the room but we don’t care.

The need to empty out our desires is far too great so we both fall into the passion recklessly, clawing at each other like animals.

I want him.

He knows.

And he fucks me like he wants me too, like he’ll die if he doesn’t have me.

Screw the power play!

“Can I come? I want to come…please, Sandro, let me…”

He grunts his response but does nothing to his punishing rhythm.

Most men change the pace when they hear a woman’s close to coming and that just shatters the rhythm.

I know how terrible it is to compare Cassian to Sandro but I do it anyway, deciding nothing can ever compare to the way Sandro seems to know me—knows how to unravel me until I’m a screaming, sobbing mess.

How he knows to bring me an orgasm that’s wanton and wild, filthy and free.

I’m crying in his arms as I release, feeling like I’m floating, breaking apart. “Sandro…oh God, fuck…oh…mmmmh, yes, fuck me through it…”

He pulls out of me then, even though he’s not yet close, drifts downward between my legs and buries his head in my pussy. He swipes his tongue between my lips, licking and sucking and tasting my orgasm in his mouth, groaning like it’s his fucking lifeline.

“You’re delicious.”

He kisses the bud between my thighs, laps it with his tongue and teases, dragging me back to the edge. I buckle beneath him but reach over to gather a fistful of his hair, pulling hard.

“I like eating you out. I like tasting all of you. My God, you’re amazing and always so fucking wet for me, so fucking mine.”

I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t even think I’m capable of forming comprehensible words at this moment, so I say nothing but fall into the sweetness of his tongue thrashing inside of me. He fucks me with his mouth until I’m whimpering again.

He comes up again, slides into me and moves, cock slamming back where it belongs.

This time, he’s faster, grunting as I whimper, capturing all that I am and all that I’ll ever be.

There’s no going back for us now, me especially, so I give in to him, letting him use me as he wants, letting him wreck me until I’m nothing but his dirty little toy.

“Selene, baby…” he drawls and stiffens, voice breaking with need.

That’s how I know he’s coming. I shift my body closer to his and melt into his warm embrace, greedy for every drop.

He empties himself inside of me but refuses to pull out, spilling hot and thick, claiming me from the inside out.

His breathing is in my ear and on my skin, but I feel his cock the most, still throbbing and dripping inside of me, marking me as his.

“I’m not letting you go again, Selene. I can’t…fuck, I won’t.”

He brushes his lips on mine before sliding out and dropping to the side, spent but still possessive. For the first time in years, I’m roped back into his arms and cuddled until I fall into a blissful sleep, trapped in his heat, his filth, his everything and knowing I’ll never claw my way out.