Twenty-One

I nearly lost my shit.

I had seen Luciano kiss countless women. I had seen him grip them and shove them against a wall, table, counter top or even a bed during my quest to kill him. And whatever tremors that I felt- if I felt any, were nothing compared to the ones that currently racked my body.

Good lord, the man could kiss.

He was demanding. In nature and this very kiss. His mouth prodded and plundered against mine hungrily, seeking and finding the seam of my lips. A silky hot tongue stroked against it, seeking entrance and It was there I drew the line. I had succeeded in breaking his resolve, that was enough for now. There was no need to take this any further. With a sigh, I pulled away- well I tried to, the brute barely allowed me to step back an inch before growling like some bear who had lost his honey. His hands around my waist tightened and he pulled me back against him.

I felt it. Every hardness crushing against mine, sending thrills, tingling my nerve endings. He placed a p