Page 48 of Precious Hazard (Perfectly Imperfect #11)

“What part of we’re on high alert didn’t you understand, Tara?”

I scream. Heart beating in my throat, I look over at the source of that growled demand.

Arturo stands in the open doorway of the shower stall, gripping the glass panels on either side.

“Get. The fuck. Out! Right this second, DeVille!”

“Did I not say it clearly?” He takes a step into the enclosure. “Or did you simply choose to ignore me? Defying me again for shits and giggles.”

The cascade of water beats down on me, plastering my hair to the sides of my face. As the drops hit, the backsplash sprays onto Arturo’s clothes, but he doesn’t bother moving out of reach. His angry eyes are totally locked in on mine. Not even my fully-exposed boobs and pussy distract him.

“I just decided that I’d had enough of your erratic behavior,” I bark. “Forcing me to adhere to the bullshit rules you insisted on including in the prenup is one thing. Threatening my friend is where I draw the line. You don’t get to do that, asshole!”

“Friend?” He takes another step closer. “You were engaged.”

“We weren’t! He asked; I said no . And why would my past even matter to you?”

Another step. This one brings him right under the water.

It soaks through his fancy suit pants, his white dress shirt.

He towers over me, partially blocking the spray.

His hair is sopping wet, turning his already inky black strands as dark as midnight.

The rivulets flow over the planes of his face, dripping onto mine.

He takes my chin between his fingers, tilting my head up.

Despite us both being drenched, the look in his eyes nearly incinerates me on the spot.

“No other man gets to ask you to marry him, gattina . Not in the past. Not in the future. Just me.”

The breath stalls in my lungs and then escapes me in short bursts. Just moments ago, the water was pleasantly warm. Now, however, it feels scorching.

“No one…” He dips his head lower, barely brushing his lips over mine. “No other man gets to put his hands on my wife . Just me.”

Heat rushes straight to my core, and my ravenous pussy feels like it’s on fire. I fist the front of his wet shirt and slam my mouth to his. Holding back wasn’t even an option. A second longer and we’d both burn to ash.

The kiss is blissful torment. Heaven and hell, all rolled into one. I hate myself for failing to resist the intense pull I feel toward this domineering man. But at the same time, I can’t go on without having his lips devour mine. His kisses… The best fucking sensation in the world.

Still holding on to my chin, he reaches down with his other hand and grabs my ass, squeezing my flesh tightly. Frenzied, driven by desperate need, I tug on his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and unbuttoning it.

“For the record,” I say against his lips while basically tearing his shirt off.

The zipper of his pants is next. My hands are shaking as if I’m an addict on the verge of another fix.

An instant later, I yank down his pants, along with his boxer briefs, leaving them to pool around his ankles. “You never asked me to marry you.”

“I also never asked to have my head fucked with,” he growls in response. “But here you are, doing a bang-up job of it.”

Arturo’s thick cock nudges my stomach as he towers over me, his downturned face a mere breath from mine as water streams off him onto me.

We stand there, under the overhead spray, like we’re in some weird, silent standoff.

Two enemies who can’t seem to decide whether they’d rather kill or fuck each other.

“Are you just going to stand there or what?” I snap.

A dangerous, low growling sound erupts from Arturo’s throat. His piercing gaze doesn’t leave me as he grabs me under my thighs, hoists me up, and wallpapers my back to the shower wall. Shivers race across my skin when the tip of his cock slips through my folds.

“What I’m going to do”—he pushes inside me, slowly, and a strangled gasp escapes my lips—“is fuck you hard. Hard enough you forget every guy you’ve ever been with. Every last one.”

My inner walls stretch as he presses deeper, rubs those hidden pleasure nerves with every inch of his advance.

Oh God, he’s so big the intrusion is almost painful while, at the same time, it feels like pure bliss.

I draw in a shaky breath, welcoming the feeling, reveling in the tremors that spread from my core to my outer limits.

A wave of heat rolls through me while the torrent of water cools my electrified body.

“And then, I’ll fuck you again. And again. And again.” His teeth graze my lips, producing quivers, both inside my pussy and across the surface of my flesh. “Until the thought of future men becomes unthinkable.”

He keeps sliding deeper, deeper into me.

Once he’s entirely in, I’m overcome with the feeling of complete fullness, so encompassing that I can’t distinguish where my form ends and his begins.

It’s the ultimate fit. As if our bodies were made specifically for each other.

As if our joining was an eventuality we couldn’t escape.

Every nerve, every cell within me, vibrates with pleasure after yearning for so long to have Arturo inside me.

This… carnal clash between us feels predestined. Unavoidable. Idyllic.

I hate him.

I hate him for making me feel like this.

“Slightly overconfident, aren’t ya?” I blurt, meeting his slashing gaze.

Arturo’s eyes narrow, and he drops his forehead to mine. “We’ll see.”

For just a moment, we remain silent. Motionless. Lost in the deafening cascade.

“You’re on the pill?”

“Yes.”

Squeezing my hips, he pulls out completely, only to plunge back in so forcefully that I choke on my breath. A moan rips from my throat as he withdraws again. But then, I’m panting, gasping, mewling as he thrusts back in, again and again.

A brutal, quick kiss, and he straightens. Shifts. Puts more vigor into his ramming hips.

My back slides up and down along the tiled wall as Arturo pounds into me over and over.

With each hard thrust, he seems to get further, deeper, relentlessly gratifying and punishing me at the same time.

As the tremors racking me intensify, I’m left soaring higher and higher. Sated, yet wanting more. Needing more.

Our bodies collide. I’m left in ruin. This shouldn’t feel so damn good, but it does.

Digging my nails into his shoulders, I throw my head back. My world tilts on its axis as I’m left breathless in the arms of this man.

“Look at me!” he growls, filling the room with his deep baritone.

I open my eyes, and my throat swells with emotion. Arturo’s gaze instantly captures me. His lust-filled depths are glowing with fire. And even under the steady stream of water, I feel the heat. His jaw is clenched, lips are pressed hard together as he continues his earth-shattering onslaught.

“Good. I want to witness every fucking second of you breaking apart for me,” he bites out as he slams into me again.

“Want to see your eyes roll back as you come on my cock. And when your pussy is filled with my cum, I want you to memorize exactly who has been fucking you. You got that, Tara darling?”

I can’t utter a word. He’s pounding into me so hard and fast that all I can do is gasp for air.

Every time he pulls almost completely out feels like a monumental loss, an aching absence.

Each returning plunge is a welcome relief.

But it’s not just my treacherous, treacherous body that receives him gleefully.

My stupid heart, too, thunders a surrendering beat.

Damn him!

“Go to hell, darling!” I snarl back.

My response seems to send him into a frenzy. Adjusting his hold, he angles his thrusts so each ram of his pelvis hits my clit and his cock reaches that elusive spot inside me, sending me climbing to new heights.

All rational thoughts flee. I’m reduced to nothing but instinct.

A collection of raw nerve endings, sensitized flesh, and overwhelming need.

Shivers race down my body, convulsions shake me from the inside.

I barely have enough strength to cling to Arturo while being fucked out of my mind.

A scream forms deep in my chest, and I can’t keep it in.

Can’t suppress it. It detonates, ripping out of me.

Every cell in my body lights up like fireworks as I come harder than ever before in my life.

I think I might have momentarily blacked out.

Spiraled down into an euphoric abyss. Arturo’s wild roar as he comes jolts me back while his arms tighten around me.

My vision is blurry as I barely have enough strength to meet his eyes.

But true to his word, Arturo watches me, heaving out hard breath after hard breath.

His dark gaze piercing me like a sword. Slashing through my remaining armor. Obliterating the last of my walls.

What the hell was that? It was epic. Way beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. And I have a feeling, never will again… unless… unless it’s with Arturo. Because, I’d bet my life that he can deliver again and again.

This man… He has destroyed my foundations. He has also given me what no one else could.

He has robbed me of an imagined future but delivered a better-than-fantasy reality.

The jerk was right. There’s no way any other man could make me feel like he has.

Yet another thing Arturo DeVille denied me.

And there’s no way I could ever hate him for that.

Sorceress. Enchantress. I don’t know what kind of voodoo this woman wields, but it must be some serious witchcraft.

“You’re slipping.” Pushing open the shower door, I step over the pile of my soaked clothes that we flung out earlier.

“You’re too wet,” Tara says into the crook of my neck, but tightens her legs around my waist.

She clings to me like a baby koala as I head to the built-in towel cabinet on the far wall near the tub. The steam in the room is so thick it makes the entire space look almost mythic.