“Must kill you that your brother beat you to it then,” I spit back at him because I’m angry. I’m hurt, I’m crushed for the girl I was, for what he planned on taking from me, just because he thought his family name meant he was entitled to it.
His face contorts in anger, and I know it does. “Romeo has been hell bent on taking every last thing he can from the family, and that includes you. He took you because he knew it was a major fuck-you to my papa. And you let him.” He throws it back at me like I did something wrong.
Fuck him. I slap him so damn hard across his face it surprises even me, leaving my hand throbbing in pain. “I hate you,” I spit back at him. How dare he make it out that Romeo was just using me to get back at his family? It might be true, might have beenmy suspicion all along, but coming from Orlando’s mouth in that way makes me want to fucking hurt him.
His eyes bore into mine as he grasps both of my hands, his grip firm and unwavering. “You don’t hate me, Sloane. You hate yourself because you’re falling for me, and you can’t understand why. It kills you to think that I am the same man that tried to hurt you. But I’m not him. I will never be him again. Nine years ago, I died, and now I’m the man you see in front of you. I’m not perfect, but I’m not my papa. And this thing between us is meant to be.”
I try to pull away, but he won’t let me. He forces me to look at him, his burning gaze searing into mine, a heavy desire radiating from him. He’s right, I know he is by the way my whole body feels lit up when he looks at me just like this. My eyes fall to his lips, wondering if he’s going to go through with it this time.
And then time stands still and his lips crash with mine, desperate, hurried, almost in a panic. I have no idea why, but I kiss him back, feeling every bit as determined to taste him. As our kiss intensifies, he drops my hands, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulls me closer, the scent of his cologne filling my senses. The warmth of him is everywhere, overwhelming me. I shouldn’t want this, but I do.
He pulls back from me, his eyes locking with mine, a flash of fear registering on his features. I pant heavily, breathless, lost in everything him. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I promised myself I wouldn’t until you were ready.”
Until I was ready? I stare back at him, trying to get my breathing under control. “I wanted you to,” I whisper back, not sure why I’m admitting it. I should let him feel like shit for laying a hand on me, but I can’t deny this pull I have toward him. It’s insane, but it’s so strong, and I want so desperately for him to kiss me again.
He blinks back at me, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
I move a little closer to him, letting my lips brush over his ever so lightly. “Do it again, I liked it,” I push him, just waiting to see what he will do next.
“Fuck, treasure, you really are trouble.” He scoops me up, placing my ass on the table before his lips lock with mine again. This time he doesn’t hold back at all. He kisses me deeply, passionately, his tongue invading my mouth greedily.
My hands lace into his hair, pulling him closer. I need him closer to me, want to feel him everywhere. His hips rock into me, and I feel how hard he is. Knowing how badly he wants me sends a pool of dampness to my needy pussy.
He pulls back just slightly. “I need to hear you say it before we go any further.”
“Say what?” I ask him, confused and breathless.
“Sloane, you have been driving me crazy from the moment I dragged you through my front door. You know I’m obsessed with you. But this can stop right now, you just have to say the word.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to stop, Orlando.”
“Say you want my mouth on you. I need to know you’re all in.”
I place my hand on his chest, and I feel the way his heart beats erratically. I stare deep into his eyes, knowing I shouldn’t do this. It’s wrong on so many levels. But right now, it feels right and is everything I want.
“We can’t go back from this,” he warns.
“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper, the words almost getting caught in my throat.
“Get your dress off then. I need to see you.”
Fuck, my heart races like mad in my chest, but I sit forward enough so that I can unzip my dress. He helps me to pull it over my head. The way he stares back at me just in my panties and bra sends a rush of heat to my face.
He lets out a low growl of appreciation, desire flickering in his dark expression. I see his obsession with me. He’s doneeverything he could to hold back until now. But now I’m not sure what to expect. His lips come back to mine, and his hands find my tits, pulling the lace fabric of my bra down so my tits are pushed up, freeing my nipples. His callused fingers toy with them as his tongue invades my mouth.
My legs fall out wider, and he moves in between them, his massive cock straining against his pants. I reach for him, but he swats me away. “Not yet.” He places kisses down my neck and clavicle, heading south. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucks, grazing over my sensitive flesh with his teeth.
He does the same with the other, every little flick of his tongue or kiss of his lips bringing me more undone. His hands are as skilled as his mouth, and I’m not surprised. “Yes,” I hiss, wanting so much more of what he’s doing.
He looks up at me, the confidence he normally holds nowhere to be seen. He’s still not sure he should be doing this to me, it’s written right there in his eyes.
“Keep going, your mouth on me is pure heaven.”
He hooks his fingers inside my panties and drags them down my legs. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, taking me back to that night. I try not to go back there. This isn’t the same, he’s not that man.
He stops immediately, gazing down at me. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
I nod, trying to get out of my head. “Distract me, keep kissing me.”
