Page 13 of The Casella Sin (The Casella Brothers #3)
Whispers of Desire.
I pace the greenhouse, my stomach in my throat as I think about the man covered in blood, coiled into a foetal position just by Rafael’s command, and I’m perplexed.
Who was he and what was he doing at Falcon’s Keep?
Staring at the door, I chew on my bottom lip, wiping the sweat off my palms. I consider if I should stay here like he asked, and quickly dismiss the thought. No, why should I stay here and wait for him?
Throwing the door open, I stomp outside and run through the bushes and trees, the mud beneath my shoes squelching and splashing against my ankles. It’s beginning to feel like the closer I get to the truth about Falcon’s Keep, the blurrier my childhood gets. Was anything my father told me real?
Grumbling, the frustration and anger bubbles up inside me and when I look at the ground, I notice two sets of footprints pressed into the thick mud. I know it’s probably dangerous to follow them and I know if Dante found me here, he’d be pissed, but I’m not about to give up on discovering what he’s been hiding.
Reaching the old building now covered in moss, I rack my brain for any memory of this place, only to come up short. Was this always here? The lock on the door is large and chains run through the gate covering the door. There’s no way I’ll make it in without a key. I pull on the chains, hoping the rust will somehow break them off when Rafael’s voice sounds behind me.
“I told you to wait at the greenhouse.”
When I turn, he’s breathing heavily, his black shirt stuck to his buff chest. Droplets of water fall from his wet beard, and the flamethrower is nowhere to be seen.
Pointing at the building, I step toward him. “Who…the fuck…was that?” I almost yell, the shock evident in my voice.
He plays the silent game, turning to walk away from me without a word, so I grab his arm, forcing him to face me. “Give me an answer!” I demand, the rain now creeping into my eyes from my brows.
I gasp as his hand flies between us, circling my throat. “You don’t get to demand anything from me, Nera.” He walks me to the gate in front of the door and slams me against it. “I wouldn’t want to make you regret tainting that effervescent purity of yours,” he snarls, turning me around roughly, the bars now pressing against my cheek and chest as he leans into me, his breath inducing a shiver down my spine. “Tell me, did you enjoy the taste of your cum off my pants?”
I want to be disgusted, to turn around and slap him across the face, but I feel the need within me grow the closer his body is to mine. Protected from the rain, thanks to the eaves of the building, he runs the back of his fingers along my cheek, collecting the beads of water from my face as his other hand lifts my short skirt. “Perhaps this time, you’ll let me taste you.”
“If you think this is going to stop me from digging into the things you and Dante are trying to hide…” I trail off as he tears my G-string, the material snapping and landing on the ground.
“Keep threatening me, Nera.” He eggs me on, almost like he thrives off it. “Watching you walk around in these short skirts with that fucking attitude makes me want to fuck it right out of you.”
My breath hitches when his belt clanks, and as I peer over my shoulder, a thrill ignites within me. His hands grasp his belt tightly as he slides it out of the loops of his pants and holds it out to his side. “You know what I think?” The gates rattle as he thrusts himself against me, the hardness of his cock rubbing against my ass through his pants. “I think you don’t know what you want.” Whipping me around to face him, his steel eyes accuse me of the truth I’ve been squashing down, trying to forget. “Falcon’s Keep excites you. It calls to you, to the true Nera, who hides behind the purity her father once burdened her with.”
“You pretend to know what you’re saying, but you have no idea who I am.” I tip my nose up, glaring, daring him to push me further, and he smiles, his gaze running down my nose to my mouth.
“Oh, but I do…” I grip the bars behind me with both hands, trying to focus on keeping my composure as he weaves his belt through the bars and secures it around my neck. “Because when I look at you, I see a woman calling out for help.” Kneeling before me, he gazes up at me, and the sight of him like this has me beaming with power. “I see someone who needs to remember who they are and where they come from.”
I bite my bottom lip as his hands ascend my thighs, lifting my skirt. “You pretend to want something because it’s easier for you to focus your energy on that rather than admitting that you’ll never be that person.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, angry that he’s been able to read me.
“Don’t worry , I won’t tell,” he whispers, his soft breath warm on my skin as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. I hesitate briefly, the knowledge that he’s my adoptive older brother stopping me from taking his hair in my fist and making him eat his words.
I lick my lips as he teases me, running his mouth over my thigh, to the top of my clit.
“I’ve wanted to taste you ever since I caught you with your fingers inside yourself.” His gun-metal eyes stare up at me and I almost roll my hips, the ache to have his mouth on me growing stronger by the second. Before I can stop myself, my mouth opens.
“What’s stopping you?”
The corner of his lip tips up in surprise, his tongue darting out as he keeps his eyes trained on mine. He teases me, the wetness of his tongue just barely touching me as he licks from my wet core to my clit, and I shudder at the instant pleasure that rolls through me.
He groans, sucking my clit into his mouth hard, and I whimper at the sudden lust running through my veins. Closing my eyes, the back of my head hits the gate, and I let a moan escape as he covers me with his mouth, his tongue swirling around my clit. The belt around my neck rubs on my skin, and the sting of his grip on my thigh grows stronger as he devours me. In this moment, I am where I’m meant to be. This is the one and only time this will happen. I will never let him touch me, ever again.
This is it, Nera. If you want your pleasure, now is the time to take it.
For once in my life, I listen to the whispers of desire and run my fingers through his thick hair, and when he grins with my wetness coating his beard, there’s a sinking feeling inside my chest. Almost like something within me is telling me this won’t be the last time I’ll want him between my legs.
“Still want to go back to the States?” He flattens his tongue against my pussy and licks, sucking me into his mouth, and I roll my hips over his face.
“No talking,” I murmur as I begin to grind my hips on his tongue, his hand grasping the bars of the gate to steady himself against my motions. The sting from his grip growing stronger on my thigh. The tip of his nose grazes my clit once, and then again. His tongue stills, allowing me to take exactly what I crave from him. I clench my fist tighter in his hair and he growls, grazing my clit with his teeth, making me hiss.
“If you want it, Nera, take it. ”
Tipping my head back, I go all in, grinding back and forth, moving my hips in a circle, the intensifying electricity beginning in my toes and rolling up my legs. He grips my other thigh, placing it on his shoulder, my weight now pulling me down, the leather around my neck beginning to clamp tighter as the air begins to thin. My lungs scream for air, but the wetness of his tongue overpowers everything else as the euphoria now ascends to my stomach, my vision beginning to dim. With one last roll of my hips, I explode over his mouth, and he drops my leg, my foot connecting to the ground as I stand and gasp for air. Shuddering against the gate, I work to regain my breath.
He plants delicate kisses from my ankle that still rests on his shoulder, up to my thigh, then stands to full height, releasing my leg. Slowly, he begins to undo the belt, removing it from my neck. The back of his fingers brush the burns the leather left behind on my skin and his eyes grow dark.
“Some things are better left alone.” He runs his fingers through my hair, gripping it from the nape of my neck and pulling hard. “But I fear the more I run from them, the more they’ll force me to expose their truth.”
“And what is the truth?”
“If this continues,” he stops, his Adam’s apple working as he swallows, “I don’t think I could ever walk away from you.”