Page 65 of Scarred Angel

“It is,” I say, dragging her shirt up and tossing it behind me.

She fists my hair, tipping my head back.

“But I love crazy. I live for shit like this.”

“Do you?”

I drag my tongue over the swell of her breasts, biting at the fabric until it darkens. And she grinds harder against me, chasing the friction.

“Show me, beautiful,” I rasp. “I want to know everything—what you love, what makes you feel alive?—”

“You.”

The word leaves her mouth in a whisper, and we freeze, eyes steady, breath held. Waiting.

Valentina breaks it with a soft laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ruso.” She leans in, her lips brushing mine, teasingthe edge of my control. “I just meant that…you make me feel so many things. Reckless, happy, and so fucking horny.”

The urge to rip her bra clean from her body makes my hand tremble as I reach around for the clasp. “You should have told me sooner.”

“I tried,” she says, arching her back as I drag the straps down her shoulders. “I practically threw myself at you, Maxy. What, you needed a neon sign over my head that said ‘fuck me’?”

I should laugh because that shit’s funny.

But then her bra falls away, and I freeze. Silver catches the light, twin bars glinting where I hadn’t expected them. And now I can’t look away.

“Blyad…” I mutter under my breath, eyes on her pierced nipples, already hard and begging for my mouth. “You’ve been hiding these from me?”

Her smile is sultry. “Took you long enough to find them.”

I scoff and run my thumb over one, just to hear the sharp breath she sucks in. Then I lean in and flick my tongue against the bar and watch her body jolt.

“You’re a goddamn work of art, Valentina,” I growl, sucking one into my mouth, slow and deep. “And I’m completely fucked.”

“You like them? It was a birthday gift to myself.”

Another lick and her eyes roll back. “Yeah, I like them.”

My hands slide up her back until I’ve got a fistful of her ponytail.

“Maksim.” She lets out a desperate sound, hips grinding in steady rhythm against my cock, like she’s trying to break me one stroke at a time. “Whatever this is, whatever happens here…no regrets.”

I bury my face between her breasts and breathe in the sweet scent that clings to her skin.

It’s addictive.

It’shers.

“There’s no going back, Kolibri. You’re mine.”

“Make me yours, then. Right here. Right now.”

Valentina’s fingers move to my belt.

“No.”

Her eyes snap open, and her hips stop. But before she can voice the concern creasing her pretty features, I grip her throat with one hand and drag her hard over my cock with the other.

“I need to hear you come with my name on your lips again before I even fuck you.”