Page 60 of Ravage God

“Tell me this is your first time. Tell me to leave you alone. Tell me I have no business touching you like this.”

My frown smoothed. “No.”

“Isa.”

“Find out,” I dared him.

He paused. I watched as the fire in his eyes grew until it became blazing, and I couldn’t fucking get enough of that.

His hand left my breast, moving up to grab a fistful of my hair and pulling on it painfully.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.”

“And who is at risk of being in danger here? You or me?” I asked, baring teeth. I didn’t know where I had gotten my confidence from. I hoped it would stay with me to the end because there had never been anything I wanted more than to push Elio over the edge. To feel him.

To feelallof him.

He slammed his lips against mine once more.

This kiss was much,muchdifferent from any other kiss we had shared. It was brutal and honest. There was no hesitancy in his movements.

And I was eating it right up.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back just as brutally. I didn’t want it to end, even if that was what happened a few moments later.

I let out a slight sound of protest, which was quickly cut off when I felt his lips on my neck.

Goose bumps broke out when I felt his teeth on my neck before he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. I closed my eyes briefly, wondering if he might leave his mark for the world to see, and just not caring if he did.

How badly I wanted Elio to mark me.

To make me his in every irrevocable way possible.

There was no going back from this.

He kissed his way down my body, his hands moving over to the hem of my shirt—his shirt—before lifting it up and off me.

He pulled back and took me in. I resisted the urge to cover myself, wondering if he liked what he saw.

I had never been naked in front of a man before. Obviously.

And there was just something vulnerable, nerve-wracking, and beautiful about it.

He licked his lips, his fingers moving over to one of my nipples, playing with it until it hardened.

“Elio,” I gasped out when he clamped it down between his thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck, but look at you. Look at how beautiful you are.”

“I am?” I asked in a breathless moan.

“You are,” he confirmed. “So fucking beautiful.”

His words were said almost in awe. I had been called beautiful before, mostly from Valentino, but he was my brother. I knew I was decent-looking enough, but I never thought I would be the kind of beautiful that would be enough for Elio.

But now, with him looking at me like this?

I believed him.