Laurie
Sweet Jesus.
The way Adriano puts me under his spell should be studied.
As I lick the inside of his mouth, his taste addictive, I keep being dragged deeper under whatever dark magic he’s woven around me.
He allows me a couple of seconds before he takes control of the kiss, and with the hard stroke of his tongue, I’m swept up and stolen away from reality.
All the alarm bells fall silent, every single way this man terrified me today is forgotten, and my survival instinct becomes non-existent.
I get completely lost in his kiss, as if I’ve known him all my life, and he’s the safest place I could ever be.
His kisses. They’re otherworldly.
Usually I’m stuck in my head, either wondering if the guy even wants to kiss me, or counting down the seconds for it to end.
But not with Adriano.God, no.
His lips nip and tug at mine in the sexiest way, and those hard strokes of his tongue before he laps at my mouth…Sweet, sweet, baby Jesus.
My hands frame his jaw, and when I feel his bristles scraping against my skin, I let out a satisfied moan.
Suddenly, he lifts his head. With hooded, black eyes and sex written all over his face, his hold on my butt tightens.
As I come out of the spell, I feel his hard-on, and it clears my mind at the speed of light, but before I can extract myself from his arms, Adriano lets me go and gets up from the bed.
Holy shit, I forgot we were lying on his bed.
With my hair probably all over the place, I sit up in the cloud of white fabric and pat over my strands, tucking some behind my ears.
Adriano unbuttons his vest, and when he pulls it off, my eyes land on his gun tucked into the waistband of his pants, and it feels like someone pours a bucket of ice water over me.
Then he takes hold of his gun, and I watch with wide eyes and a bobbing throat as he checks the magazine.
Even my breathing is cautious while my eyes track his every movement as he walks back toward the bed. His gaze flicks to me, then he opens the drawer, and I see boxes of bullets and…Oh my God, he uses XL condoms?
Not wanting to get pregnant, I did a lot of research on condoms and know it means Adriano is packing some seriousthickheat, as the size of a condom is usually for girth and not length.
I hear a metallic clicking sound, and my eyes snap to where he’s loading bullets into the magazine.
The way his fingers move tells me he’s done this a lot of times.
How many people has he killed?
The question rips through me with the force of a category five tornado.
“Laurie.” The low rumble of his voice startles me, and I jerk. When my gaze flies to his, he tilts his head, his eagle eyes searching mine. “Are you okay?”
My eyebrows lift, because…seriously?
Of course I’m not okay!
Then I snort, and as my nerves quickly unravel, I begin to laugh while scooting off the bed and walking out of the bedroom.
With every step, I move faster, panic clawing up my throat, and when I reach the stairs, I grab the banister and rush down them while muttering, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”
The stupid damn dress tangles around my sneaker, and my stomach drops as I pitch forward. I grab for the railing, my nails scraping over the polished wood, but before I can go tumbling down the marble staircase, an arm hooks around my waist. I’m yanked backward against Adriano’s chest with enough force to rip the breath from my lungs.