Page 72 of Severed By Vengeance

“It’s 10 p.m., Derek. Why are you still in a damn suit?” The heat of her breath against my flesh had me thrusting my cock against her ass, the friction forcing a groan from my throat.

I knew I couldn’t have her like this. And I hated that I even cared since I’d never given a shit. As long as I got off, that’s all that mattered. Kai would never let me live this down if he ever found out.

Things were different with her. Always fucking different. But I was done trying to overanalyze my feelings. She and I would have our fun and walk away as unscathed as we could.

“You’re always in your head, Derek.”

Looking onto her eyes, it was difficult to focus on anything else but her warm little cunt grinding against my dick.

So I gripped her wrists, and she was on her back in one fluid movement, arms trapped above her head.

Eva’s eyes flew open and remained wide. Only when I felt the resistance against my hold did I remember what she’d told me about her past.

“It’s just me. You can trust me.” I didn’t know if I was trying to convince her or myself.

She closed her eyes and mouthed something I couldn’t understand before opening them and nodding slowly.

“I know.”

I grinned as I used my knee to push her thighs open and settle between them.

“I’m dying to know what you taste like.”

“Find out.”

Chuckling over her lips, I said, “My girl is so fucking needy.”

“Your girl?”

My grip on her wrists tightened, and I thrust against her. Eva was tempting my non-existent self-restraint.

“You’re mine. You’ve been mine from the moment I saw you. How many times do I have to remind you?”

“I don’t want you to remind me. I want you to show me.” She lifted her head off the couch and slid her tongue vertically across my lips. “So, what the fuck are you waiting for?”

My mouth crashed into hers without another second of hesitation, and I got my first real taste of Evangelina. She tasted like fucking heaven—and fresh mint, and I smiled against her lips, understanding why it had taken her so long to answer the door.

Kissing her harder, I swallowed all her little whimpers and moans, my tongue snaking inside her mouth and sliding against hers.

“So goddamn perfect,” I growled, trailing tongue and teeth down the column of her throat.

Moving to her chest, I sucked on the tip of one breast while cupping and kneading the other. She moaned and arched her back, offering more of herself to me. The brown imprint of her nipple was visible through the wet fabric, and I couldn’t help the low growl that rumbled through my teeth. She was so fucking sexy. All I wanted was to bury my cock inside her.

Evangelina fought against my hold, and I released her wrists, my hand sliding down until it was around her throat.

“Angel, you let me take care of you.” As I applied pressure, she hissed in pain when my fingers grazed her bandage. I immediately released her and sat back on my knees. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

She leaned on her elbows, a perplexed look on her face. “I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.”

Shooting to my feet, I ran a rough hand through my hair. She was lying, for my sake. I didn’t know what was more unnerving, the fact that I was so bent out of shape for hurting her or that I was denying myself sex for fear of the same outcome.

I straightened out my jacket.

“It’s late—”

“Stop it. I’m not made of glass.” She stood and put a hand on my forearm. “Hey, I’mfine.”

“We can’t do this right now.”