“You are my freak,” he breathes into my mouth. “And it will be that way for a very, very long time, Gianna.”
I nod as the water sloshes and he brings his hands down, bouncing me up and down on his thick, long cock. I hold on tight, my mouth landing on his neck, sucking, tasting hints of chlorine and warm skin.
I’m wrapped up so tight around him, feeling my clit on his pelvis, so close to climaxing. He squeezes my ass harder in his big hands, bringing me up and down. I spot people walking from a distance, the guards at the wall. I don’t know if they’re watching and, frankly, I don’t give a shit. Neither does he.
All we care about is this.
The escape. The thrill.
Me owning him.
Him owning me.
My fingers slide through his damp hair, dragging down to his back, nails digging in. He lets out a small hiss, bringing me to the wall again, elbows planting outside my head. He’s still thrusting, my head falling back over the edge of the pool.
I open my eyes, staring up at the sky. It’s not completely dark. It’s the perfect violet color. The sun is somewhere close, but I can’t see it at this angle. And that’s okay because stars begin to fill my vision, tunneling in.
I imagine a violin playing. I imagine piercing blue eyes staring into brown ones.
Toni and Draco. A demon versus the devil.
Fighting for me.
I imagine what was and what is and, carelessly, I explode.
I squeeze my eyes so tight, holding on to him again, grinding on his hardness—on him—and I don’t let up, not even when I feel my body violently shaking.
Trembling.
My eyes feel damp, but I think it’s the pool water.
But it’s too hot to be pool water. Too hot.
My body feels just as heated.
Whimpers surround me. Darkness consumes me.
“Gianna,” a deep voice calls. It echoes in my brain, through every hollow, empty space.
I’m still trembling, but is it from the aftermath, or something else?
I can’t tell—that is until I hear water sloshing and realize Draco is carrying me out of the pool and my back has landed on a cushioned lounge chair. I look all around me, at the sky that’s still a silky purple, to the chair beside me, and then in front of me, at Draco.
His face is hard, as usual, but his eyes hold a trace of gentleness. He looks me all over before inhaling, then exhaling. His fingers thread through his damp hair, body going tense.
“What were you thinking about when you came?” he asks, voice low.
“I came?” I whisper.
“Yes. I felt you. Saw you.”
I pull my gaze away, looking out at the ocean through the thick, wrought iron gate. “I can’t remember.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He reaches forward, gripping my face in hand and forcing my eyes on his again. “Tell me.”
My lips quiver, eyes sliding down to his chest. “It was . . . Toni.”
He snatches his hand away and when I look up, he’s glaring. Hard. “What about him?”
“Not the good part of him. The bad. I was thinking about him and you. Comparing. You’re both . . . so brutal. So bad. And that’s what I’m drawn to. Like a magnet, I’m drawn and I can’t pull away, no matter how hard I try. It’s so fucking hard to fight it.” My head shakes swiftly. “There were many times when I saw Toni’s bad side, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt because that’s how badly I wanted him. And you,” I breathe, sitting forward. My head moves left to right as I become lost for words. “You are ten times worse than he was and yet . . . still . . . there is something about you I can’t pull away from. Despite the bad and all I’ve been through here, something about you lures me in. Dominance, brutality— it’s what I crave. It’s something I’ve craved my entire life.” My breath comes out shaky. “He killed both of our fathers, and if he was still here, and I knew that, I feel like I would still stay with him. I would have found a reason to forgive him, even the tiniest excuse, because I was that weak for him.” I tilt my gaze. “Does that make me stupid? Being weak for men like that?”
“Gianna, I—” I can tell he is confused. And I don’t blame him. Where is all of this coming from? What’s happening to me? I’m confusing myself. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing anymore. Does he sense that? “No, it doesn’t make you stupid,” he finally responds. He hauls me over and plants me on his lap to face him. I wrap my legs around him and he grips the back of my head, bringing my forehead to his. “It makes you a Nicotera. Nicoteras are fearless and believe they can take on anything and anyone. They enjoy the challenge. You are fearless.” He strokes his thumb over my cheek, and that’s when I realize there are tears. Those were tears on my face while we were in the pool.