Page 88 of Steal My Heart

“I’m scared you’ll break mine,” Remi admits quietly.

My hands cup her cheeks, cradling them gently. “You belong to me now, and I assure you, I take care of my belongings.”

Challenge in her eyes, she declares, “I’m like Nola. I decide if you’re my human.”

“I’ve already got Nola’s number.” It’s more like fifty-fifty with the cat, but I continue making my case. “I think I can win over her human.”

She purses her lips. “We’ll see about that. Did you find out why Bennett tried to kill me?”

“My brother.” The words burn my throat as I drop my hands. “‘Family above all else.’ What a fucking joke.” Some silly little part of me hoped Fabien would prove me wrong about him.

“I’m sorry,” she says gently. “Nothing’s worse than betrayal by your own flesh and blood.”

“Is that what happened to you?” I ask.

“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine,” Remi challenges.

Not ready to open up that wound, I roll over onto my back and tuck my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling. “Your record’s been cleared.”

“What?” Remi raises onto her elbows.

“I made it happen after we shook on our deal.”

Her jaw falls open. “But you had no idea if I’d be able to deliver.”

Closing my eyes, I tell her, “I bet on you; still am. But we’ll discuss business later. Right now I need?—”

Her soft tongue moves along the crown of my now extremely interested cock.

“That.” My voice is strangled as my eyes snap open. “I need more of that.”

Remi

No man has ever taken care of me, it’s true. But I suspect no woman has ever taken care of Angelo Calvani, only because he’d never allow it. The fact that he’s letting me now, it also does things to my ovaries.

He watches me with hooded eyes as I kiss and lick and play with his beautiful cock. It’s long and thick, soft and yet hard at the same time. Again, no cock expert here, but damn, it’s pretty.

“Something on your mind, Remi?” Heat and amusement flicker in his dangerous eyes.

I answer by opening wide and taking him into my mouth as far as I can.

Oh, shit. I gag, my eyes watering.

“Fu-ck.” His eyes roll back in his head.

I’m likewise not a blowjob expert, but Angelo doesn’t seem to mind my technique, based on the feral sounds coming from him. Unable to take him in my throat any deeper, I rise off from him, tonguing along the slit in his head. “Should’ve warmed up my jaw,” I mumble around his crown.

“Practice as much as you need.” He gently nudges my head down, his fingers threading through my hair.

“Generous of you.” Smiling, I hold onto his thighs as I bob up and down on him.

“Practice does make perfect.” He groans when my tongue runs along the underside of his cock, licking the pulsating vein.

“Enough play,” Angelo says, his voice a rough growl that goes straight to the pulsating between my thighs. “I need to come in your mouth.” He takes control, thrusting up into my mouth over and over.

My jaw protests, but I take what he’s giving me.

A beautiful string of Italian words serenades the room before he switches over to English, his body tense, his breath labored. “Remi, I’m close. Be a good girl and swallow every last drop.”