Page 43 of Ravage God

I might not have had any experience with other men, but I knew enough things and had read enough to know what I was doing. I had done this enough times to know it would feel good, but the other times, I had been in my room, in the dark, with no one home—not in the shower, with nothing more than a wooden door separating me from the only man I ever desired.

My finger strummed over my wet lips, and I clenched my eyes shut as a heavy feeling took over. I pretended they were Elio’s fingers.

I pretended he was the one touching me as he looked me in the eye, my name forming on his lips. I pushed one finger inside me, feeling a small tremor running across my skin from the move.

It had never felt like this before.

Maybe because Elio had never been so close by before.

I moved my finger in and out as my knees went weak.

Elio’s face stayed firmly in my mind.

My orgasm hit me suddenly and unexpectedly.

One moment, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down, and the next, it felt like someone had pushed me over.

I kept my eyes closed as a small moan escaped, then Elio’s name.

The sound surprised me.

My eyes flew open as I took in my surroundings, pulling my hand back. My heart thudded wildly in my chest, and the shower water was still raining down on me. I tried to focus on the sound and wondered if it was loud enough to drown out my voice and any noise I might have made.

I pressed my forehead against the tile wall.

I could only hope.

But there was a part of me that didn’t think so.

And while Valentino’s apartment wasn’t small by any means, it was only one story. And what if Elio wasn’t in the kitchen where I had left him, but in the guest room? Or in the hallway? Or close by?

My cheeks felt tight.

God, what was I supposed to do if he had heard me?

Die.

That was what I would do.

I would just die of humiliation.

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ELIO

She didn’t lookat me on the ride home.

And I kept my eyes focused on the road, not straying, partly because, with everything going on with the Devil’s Wings MC and the obvious way they were targeting us, it was vital to be careful, and partly because I didn’t know how to look at her andnotthink about the sounds I’d heard coming from the bathroom during her morning shower.

My fists clenched around the steering wheel. I hadn’t misheard my name coming from her lips or the obvious moan that had come out before that.

I could only imagine what she had been doing?—

I shook my head. No, it was fucking best that I didn’t imagine… or think of herthatway.

The last thing I needed was to feel anything more for her than brotherly love. My grip on the steering wheel tightened marginally, and I could feel my entire body tensing from the thought. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Thankfully, the drive to her house was short. I didn’t need to spend more time with her in the enclosed space of my car, with her floral scent teasing my nostrils. I pulled up to Joseph Gambino’s house. Everything was quiet. From what Valentinosaid, his father had been drunk out of his mind the night before. I doubted he was up or even knew that his daughter wasn’t in his home.