VIOLA
Idon’t know how to get through to Dino. Trying to navigate his rollercoaster of emotions isn’t a skill set I’m trained for. I’m a killer. I know how to charm, seduce, target, and take out. I don’t know how to bring someone back from despair, or beg for their forgiveness. The apology I gave him last time was the one and only one he’ll get from me, that’s all I know.
Other than that, I’m winging it.
I try seduction first because that’s what I excel at.
To get him alone.
So I tease the hell out of him, taking him to the edge, stopping only before we both fall down into the dark crevice of no return. When he promises to hurt me, a shiver runs down my spine tearing me in half between wanting the innocent boy who wormed his way into my dead heart and the guy next to me who doesn’t seem to give a shit.
I get a text from Lorcan asking how project ‘Win Dino Back’ is going because everything rests on him being on our side. I can’t kill my father if he’s going to just fuck everything up, because if he gets in my way, I may hurt him and that’s the last thing I want to do.
But I will…if needs must.
I don’t reply to Lorcan because Dino comes barging into my room. He doesn’t knock, acting as though he owns this room and everything in it, including me. And he will if the deal with my father goes through. The deep blue depths of his eyes suck me in as he stalks over. I once said Dino would stand there with a hard-on and do nothing. Not this version, and not right now. His hands are all over me, running under the satin dress, searing my skin with his touch. His mouth is on mine, bruising my lips with the harshness of his kiss. I could get lost in his kiss, so easily.
For several seconds, I let him eat me up, enjoying the sensation of him in my mouth, on my skin, under my defenses. His kiss wraps around the ragged edges within me, His hands, rough from working on his bikes, piece me together bit by bit.
When we come up for air, an emotion I’m not equipped to figure out flits across his cold, hard gaze.
“I hate you,” he hisses, his hands tangling in my hair as he looks down on me. “So why can’t I fucking walk away?”
I glare back at him, not letting him see the need in my eyes. I don’t show anyone that side of me, not even Lorcan. “I’m not stopping you,” is all I say. “You don’t have to be in here. This is my room.”
“Fuck, Viola, what is wrong with you?” He lets go of me and shakes his head, striding over to the other side of the bed, as far away from me as he can get. He stares out the window that looks over the courtyard for a minute, breathing hard, jaw clenched, anger dimple begging to be bitten.
He needs to look at me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say as I smooth my hair where he savaged it and then walk over to the huge wardrobe on the far side. I strip down to my underwear so I can hang up the satin dress. Baring skin has always worked in the past, so I shamelessly flaunt my body, scars and all. When I glance back, Dino is watching me with molten eyes filled with desire as well as disgust, fists clenched at his sides. He can’t avoid looking at me now, even if he is upset that I’m practically naked. Using my flesh to get through to him is a low blow, but I don’t know any other way and I don’t actually care.
“You do know, but you don’t care,” he says, drinking me in with his baby blues. “But you need to care because this isn’t a game anymore Viola.”
“I don’t think it was ever a game,” I snort, bending over to rifle through my loungewear drawer.
Dino groans, loudly. I steal a look at him as he scrubs his face with his hand. “Will you stop fucking turning me on for a minute, so I can talk to you?”
I blink at him, moistening my lips as I stand up straight. “You said you would annihilate me. I’m waiting.”
He stares at me and then shakes his head before beckoning me over. “Then come over here and put your money where your fucking mouth is,” he says. He places a pair of red dice on the sideboard and then starts undoing his trousers.
“Don’t you mean your cock?” I ask as he eye fucks me for what it’s worth, pumping his dick in his hand.
I take my time to get to him. When I finally do, he forces me to my knees, one hand on my shoulder, the other fisting my hair. I look up at him from under my lashes as I take his velvet-hard cock between my lips. The taste of him is everything I’ve been missing and more.
“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes closed, tearing my hair at the roots. “You know exactly how to destroy me, but that’s not how this is going to go.”
He holds my head on either side and trusts into my mouth. He’s big enough to make me choke but I focus on opening up for him, swallowing him down completely as he slams into the back of my throat. Dino makes a low sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, and then continues to fuck me between the lips, the scent of him making me wet just as much as the feel of his shaft sliding over my tongue.
I’m being generous, giving him control over me for a second time. I don’t know why I’m offering him this side of me. I fight in the bedroom, or I take. There’s no situation ever where I give myself up like this. I’m making a sacrifice this one time.
For Dino.
I let him pump into me, using my mouth as he needs it. His cock swells over my tongue, becoming thicker and harder with every thrust.
“Fuck,” he keeps saying, over and over again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Viola.”
Between my own legs, I’m soaked, desperate for my own release. It sweeps through me in sharp waves that I dig my fingers into his hips. He cradles me then, hand around my head, holding me to him while he shoves his hips forward. And then he comes with a groan, a bittersweet tasting moment. I swallow everything he gives me, all the while looking into his guarded eyes as he breathes in and out, taking every last detail of me in.