Page 30 of The Forbidden Secret
“Tell me,” I rasped, looking down at her.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me what dirty little fantasies that book has given you, Princess. Next time you read it, I want you to imagine me doing all of those filthy things to you while you’re reading, and then I want you to come to my room andshowme what you want. Do you understand?”
She nodded quickly as I placed a palm on her belly and then pushed down beyond her pants. She nudged them down, and I chuckled as I removed the barrier entirely.
“I… I have only ever had sex with you,” she admitted. “I don’t want you to go slow this time. I want you to give meeverything.I want to see you unleash yourself on me, Zeke. I wantyou.”
“Fuck,” I growled as we came together again, and I gave her exactly what she wanted. In a matter of moments, she was bare before me, and our clothes were a tangled mess on the floor.
Every inch of her was as perfect as I remembered it.
Shewas perfect.
She wasmine.
I did exactly as she asked as I pressed my middle finger into her, massaging the bundle of nerves between her legs with my thumb. She bucked into me with a breathy cry, and as she shifted her hips, I pressed my other palm into her belly. “Easy, Princess.”
She made a sound of frustration as her body trembled viscously, and I continued. I waited until her breath hitched before adding another finger and watching her explode before me. The hardness in my pants had every inch of my body focused on what was coming next. Butfuck,as she shattered beneath my hand, clenching my fingers with the shuddering weight of herorgasm, I could have come from the mere sounds—from the grip she had on me.
I slid my fingers free, and in an instant, I was on her. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her up just enough to whisper against her lips, “Keep singing for me.”
She cried out as I thrust myself into her. Her eyes rolled back, and I could have mirrored the expression as the feeling of her consumed me. How was it possible for one woman to have such a tight hold on me… literally and figuratively?
I eased in and out of her, working up a tempo as her hands trailed up my chest and over my heart. She kept them there as she moaned my name and closed her eyes.
I slowed myself as I felt the sensation rising. The need to come inside her. On her. To claim her in every possible way. I forced myself to slow as I ran my hand between us again, stroking the place that had so quickly sent her the first time.
Immediately, Evelina cried out.
She spasmed and came around me. There was no holding back as my name filled every crevice of silence between us, and I erupted right alongside her.
With those noises, that look of pure ecstasy, and the way her hands remained on my chest, balled in fists to weather the intensity of her orgasm, I knew she would ruin me from ever wanting anyone else.
Chapter Eleven
Evelina Bianchi
I awoke to a crash in the main room of the apartment, and I jumped to my feet immediately, pulling on a pair of dark, worn leggings before rushing out of the room in a frenzy. My imagination had less than a minute to come up with scenarios. Maybe someone broke into the house, and as Zeke held them off, he needed me to run?
What if someone had incapacitated him?
What if he wasdead?
That thought had my feet moving more quickly than my brain could comprehend.
I heard Zeke’s raised voice, but by the time I reached the living room, the door slammed shut, and I heard heavy feet racing away down the hall.
I looked around and found Jaimie with a stern expression, staring at a broken glass on the floor beside the oven. Her eyes raised and met mine.
She rolled them. “Someone is a bit pissy this morning.”
“I think that’s an understatement.” I glanced toward the broken glass and took a step to start cleaning it up. “What happened?”
“Well,” she replied, holding up a hand to stop me as she picked up the large pieces and set them on the counter. With her shoes, she could get close enough to clean. I glanced down at my bare feet and conceded. “I didn’t get thebestnews this week.”
I hesitated before asking. “I assume about my situation?”
