Brianna rode him the second time, just held him down, all lithe strength and grace, and slid down on his cock because he couldn’t fight her, and she knew it.
“Fuck.” He groaned and turned his head. He didn’t want it to feel that good, but it did. It felt amazing. He couldn’t stop himself from savoring it like he did. He wouldn’t dare diminish it like that. He didn’t fully know how to name the rush of emotions, so he just confessed, “I love you.”
She moved over him again, her fingernails digging into his wrists, and the pleasure was so intense he almost wanted to fight against it, to stop her from making it so fucking good. If only he didn’t know how absolutely horrific it was to give all of himself to someone who didn’t deserve it.
“I fucking love you, Brianna.” Tino said it like a vow, because it was the only thing he had to give back to her. He broke her hold on his wrists to grab her face, forced her down until he was licking at her lips. He brushed his tongue against hers when she parted to him in one of those wet, sexy kisses she’d first begged for in the bunk bed. Then he fisted her hair and totally owned her mouth, taking it like it was his, before he promised, “I wouldn’t just bleed for you.” He sat up and raised his legs to force her tightly against him, letting her be strong because it was important. She had to be strong if he was the one she wanted. “I’d bleed motherfuckers out for you. I’d end worlds for you and fuck what the administration has to say about it.”
She smiled against his lips as he said it, because she’d been in their world too long. She was broken too. For the same messed-up reasons Tino fucked her harder after she bled for him, Brianna smiled when he promised he wouldn’t just bleed for her…he’d kill for her.
Outside the organization.
Without permission.
Against his own fucking brother if he had to.
That was what he was willing to do for the first and only woman he ever let bleed for him. He’d go against his king for her, even if he lost the whole goddamn game in the process. He’d do it without thinking if someone threatened her.
Tino was the kinda guy who needed his queen to win.
Otherwise he’d just fucking lose on purpose.
Not like he didn’t have a lot of practice.
They climaxed together the second time, clinging to each other, moaning into each other’s mouths. The haze of pleasure was just as violent, stealing their breaths until Tino collapsed under her, drained and emotional.
“Don’t tell anyone that last part.” He panted as he fought to get his breath back. “That one’s our secret.”
“Okay,” she agreed as she pressed a smile against his shoulder. “You wanna go take a shower now?”
“Sì, grazie.” He grinned at the ceiling, knowing he probably looked like a fool. “And you’re getting one too, ’cause I know you need it. Dirty girl.”
“You like it.” She giggled. “Tell me.”
“Yeah, I like it,” he had to admit. “I like it a lot.”
Then he gathered her to him and moved to the edge of the bed before he sat up. She wrapped her legs around his back, hooking them together with her ankles as he got up and carried her to the bathroom.
Chapter Forty
For a long time after they got out of the shower, she and Tino stayed in bed. He had really fantastic sheets, like a-billion-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets that probably cost a thousand dollars. The kind of sheets that made Brianna want to lie naked in bed all day.
Tino wasn’t nearly as impressed with the sheets as she was; he just draped himself over her as she stayed sprawled out on her stomach. Sometimes he would press kisses to the back of her neck, but mostly he simply stayed there with her, his head resting on her shoulder, his fingers dancing over the line of her back.
“You have pretty glutes,” he mumbled as he ran his hand from her back down to her ass. “You have the nicest glutes I’ve ever seen on a woman. Like ever. In a magazine or anywhere.”
She started laughing and buried her face against his pillow.
“It’s true,” he went on. “I’m telling you. Carlo would fucking freak over your glutes. Stupid personal-trainer merda. He keeps saying my triceps aren’t big enough for my frame. Fuck him. My triceps are awesome. Making me work out for training like my triceps make a difference with how I do my job. I’m gonna get shot ’cause I can’t move my fucking arms. It’s breaking my mind, listening to his meathead shit all day long.”
“I guess,” she agreed with another laugh. “You could just say you like my ass.”
“You have a great ass. I wanna eat your ass it’s so great.”
She shoved him, but he just laughed and then proceeded to start kissing her back, moving lower to the curve of her hip, and she was suddenly very scared he was going to prove his point. She jerked under him, but he held her down with a steely grip as she squirmed. “Don’t you fucking dare! Tino!”
He licked at the crack of her ass.
Holy shit.