Page 15 of Intrigue
Once he leaves, Selene does the smart thing. She shuffles me out of the gallery and through a short hallway to a door at the far end, her hips swaying with every furious step. She shoves me in there and shuts the door behind her, locking us in. She’s fuming as she glares at me, her chest heaving, nipples pressing against her shirt.
I glance around and smirk, the air thick with tension. “The storeroom? What? You want to get kinky, you dirty little tease?”
“Shut up, asshole!” she spits, but her voice wavers, betraying her.
“You keep saying that,” I step closer, crowding her against the stacked boxes. The dim lighting softens her furious expression, highlighting flushed skin and parted lips. “Maybe find new words, Selene.”
She sniffs and runs a hand through her hair, the gesture shaky. The storeroom is large but cluttered with crates and opened paintings, the soft light casting shadows over her flushed skin. It’s dim enough that I can’t make out most of the details but light enough that I can see the scowl on her beautiful, perfect face, the way her lips part like she’s already imagining my hands on her.
“What are you really doing here, Sandro?” She snakes her hand around her waist as she asks this, her voice a bit shrill in the room, cracking with frustration and something darker. “Following me here like a lost dog isn’t flattering.”
“I wasn’t following you,” I lie, stepping closer still.
“Then why are you here?” she snaps. “Just to taunt me?”
“I’ll tell you if you’d stop answering your own questions!” My voice comes out rougher than intended, edged with impatience.
She swallows and relaxes her hand from her hips, her defiance evident. “Fine. I’m listening.”
I don’t think. I just act.
I pick her up, her gasp sharp and delicious, and push her onto the only table in the room that’s not cluttered, the wood creaking under her weight. Then I pin her down by her wrists, hard enough to bruise, my body pressing into hers.
“This is why I’m here, Selene. You. I’m here to fucking claim you.”
She struggles against me, baring her teeth like a wild animal and trying to push me off her but I’m lodged between her open thighs, her heat searing me through our clothes, so there’s not much she can do. Her skirt’s ridden up, exposing creamy skin I want to mark with my teeth.
“Sandro,” she gulps, breaking, her voice trembling with rage and need. “Can you just stop?”
“Look at me right now,” I growl, my grip tightening.
And she does. Under the arrogance and defiance, I see a fine trace of lust etched in those gorgeous eyes, a hunger that mirrors mine. I run a hand across her cheeks, stopping at her left cheekbone where her scar used to be. Now, there’s only a faint trace there, a ghost of her past I’ve memorized. She shivers when I caress it, bringing her hands up to stop me but not fighting me when I press into her harder, my erection grinding against her core.
“You’re still so beautiful, God damn. I could stare at you all day and never grow tired. You’re perfect, and I’m gonna ruin you all over again.”
“Sandro—”
I let my fingers fall to the curve of her mouth and trap her words there, silencing her as my thumb smear across her lips. “You asked me why I came and I’m telling you it’s because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Let me have you, Selene. All of you. Every fucking inch, right here, right now.”
She shakes her head, pulling against my hold, her wrists straining in my bruising grip, nails scraping my skin. “Let me go, Sandro, or I swear—”
“Swear what? I can feel you shivering for me. You want me. I can feel it. It’s in your eyes. Fight it all you want but I know you’re gonna beg for it in the end, gonna spread those pretty legs and scream my name.”
“That’s all in your head. Whatever we had ended years ago. I’m going to get married to the man I love,” she snaps, but her hips twitch toward me like a moth to flame.
“You just think you love him. You physically shake for me, it’s so obvious, baby. Why don’t you just ask for what I know you want,” I rasp, my hand sliding down her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her pulse pounding like a drum under my palm. “I can smell your cunt from here, soaking through your panties, begging for my tongue. You’re gonna destroy me, and I’ll thank you for it.”
“Stop,” she hisses, but it’s weak, crumbling, her breath a stuttering mess as her eyes flare with a wild, trapped heat.
Her shirt rides up then, baring her stomach, and when I touch her exposed skin, she falters, arching her back into me with a choked moan, her body screaming yes when her mouth won’t. Her skin is creamy and soft and as I trail my fingers along the smooth expanse down to her belly button, I feel myself harden to the point of pain, my cock leaking against my zipper. I cup her breasts through her bra and squeeze, roughly and possessively, her flesh spilling over my hands, her nipples stiffening instantly.
“Jesus,” she breathes, trembling, her resolve shattering, a ragged whimper tearing from her throat as her thighs clamp around me, needy and desperate. “Fuck…”
“Not him. Just me.”
I feel her nipples as they harden under my thumbs and twirl them, pinching hard until she cries out, her head snapping back, sweat beading on her neck. It takes all of my willpower not to rip her shirt open, bend down, and suck those perfect tits until she’s sobbing my name, begging me for more. I am a freaking mess in front of her, a beast unraveling, my cock throbbing with the need to bury itself inside her. But it’s her taste I crave most, a hunger so deep it’s eating me alive.
“Selene,” I groan, my voice a broken, guttural plea as I drop to my knees, a wrecked man at her altar, hands clawing at her skirt like a junkie for his fix. “I want to go down on you, baby. Please, this is me on my knees begging for a taste between your legs. I’m fucking starving for your pussy, Selene, let me bury my face in it.” My fingers rip at her skirt, almost tearing the zipper wide, and I push it up, exposing her drenched panties. I press my face into her, sniffing the hot, musky scent of her slick arousal.