I bend into her, lick it up. "Betrayal," I growl.
She swallows.
"You going to betray me, Gigi?"
"What do you think?" She tips up her chin, her gaze challenging. "The mighty Saint, who’s never had the courage to lose his heart ever before... You think I have the guts to betray you?"
"I think," I grip her hips, position her just right, "that you already have." I propel my hips forward and enter her.
Her head falls back against my shoulder. She brings up her hand and I grab her palm, flatten it against the wall, pressing my fingers in between hers.
"My God, Gigi, you’re…" My cock lengthens inside of her. She thrusts back, grinds her butt into the hard wall of my pelvis. "Please." The word spills from her lips.
A groan rips out of me. I grind my teeth so hard, pain rips up my jaw. I lower my head to the curve between her neck and shoulder, "Fuck you for getting to me. Fuck me for not being able to resist you. Fuck us both for what we are doing to each other." I bite down on her neck.
She screams.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock. I pull out, and the friction of my dick against the melting walls of her channel is too much. More blood rushes to my groin. I drag my fingers up to her breasts, squeeze her nipple.
Her body bucks. I rip my teeth from her shoulder, turn her head to mine. "Open your eyes," I growl.
Her eyelids flutter open, her pupils so big in her eyes, they seem to swallow up most of her iris, leaving only a ring of green at the circumference.
"Saint," she whispers.
"I fucking love you," I snarl.
Her face whitens. "You can’t."
"Too late," I bare my teeth. "Congratulations, you got what you set out to do."
I propel my hips forward, bury myself inside her with such force that my balls slap against her skin.
Her mouth opens and her throat moves as she tries to speak. I shake my head, "Save it for later, babe, cause both you and I are going to pay for this." I pull out and thrust back in, impaling her again and again. Her body jerks and spasms grip her body, sweep up her hips, her breasts.
Her gaze widens, "Omigod," she gasps, "I’m going to…"
I pull out, and come on her back.
"What the—?" She blinks.
I step back, survey the white ribbons of my cum that crisscross her curves. Pulling out my handkerchief—monogrammed because, what the fuck? I gotta play the part of gazillionaire dickhead with no details spared—I throw it at her. "Clean yourself up."
I tuck myself back in, turn and stride to the lift.
"Oh, and Gigi," I glance at where she hasn’t moved from against the wall, "don’t be late."
39
Victoria
I pause outside the entrance to the ballroom of the Claridge's—the same one where, only a few weeks ago, I’d wed Saint. Wed him? Ha, that has to be a euphemism for… The most mind-blowing sex ever… Okay, so I don’t have experience to compare it to; but hell, if that matters.
I've seen enough porn online, heard enough from friends in university, swapped enough secret fantasies with Nina to know... What I had with Saint was exceptional.
I shudder, nervously toy with the ring he gave me. The emerald warms against my skin. Stay strong, you can do this Victoria. You only have the next few hours to get through... And then what?
Escape? Get out of here, away from the Mafia… At what cost? You’ll give up the man who’d professes to love you? He may as well hate me. That’s what his tone had implied. No, Saint doesn’t understand the meaning of the word love. He is obsessed…fixated, maybe… Sure, he finds me attractive, but he’ll forget me. He’ll move on quickly. To another hotel suite, another lay, another woman to take and conquer. My heart stutters. He’ll forget about me soon enough…and I… I will be free.
Still tethered to the thought of him—his touch, his feel, the crude way he’d taken me earlier, how he’d torn off my gown, not caring for the fact that it was new and expensive. It shouldn’t matter to me. That flaunting of his wealth had been a crude gesture… One meant to put me in my place. And I had found it hot. I had been instantly wet and throbbing and aching for him. My nipples tighten against the short black sheath. I run my hands down the fabric that clings to my thighs.
This isn’t one of Saint’s purchases. It had been in the bag I’d packed before leaving Amelie’s. No way, am I wearing anything else bought by him. Not after how he'd reacted to my wearing the previous one. What the hell had come over him? He'd been like a man possessed. He'd fucked me, then not allowed me to climax. Just like he'd refused to tell me who that woman is. There has to be a simple explanation to it... So why won't he reveal it? How can it be for my safety when it is tearing me apart from inside?
And all that, after he’d professed his love. Hell! I clutch my hands around the simple silver purse that dangles from my hand.
Why did he have to go and do that?
Almost as if he’d known that it was his last chance to tell me his true feelings. And he’d meant it. I squeeze my eyes shut. Deny it as much as you want…but there had been a hint of desperation in his tone, a dangerous glint in his eyes. And the way he’d fucked me...as if it was our last time.
He is no fool… He knows something is going to happen… So he’d played his last card. He’d…hit me where it hurts—hoping it would hold me back from what I have to do.
If he thinks his declaration is going to stop me… Well, he has misjudged me. He isn’t the only one who plays with
